In the operating room, all the foreign doctors were as quiet as chickens.

A surgeon can have all kinds of hobbies and do all kinds of strange things, as long as his surgery is good enough!

They didn't know Ling Ran's operating habits, and they didn't want to know if he had any strange rituals before surgery. They just waited silently for the operation to continue.

The Chinese doctors were a little curious and did not dare to talk nonsense. Only one resident doctor took out his mobile phone as if trying to kill himself and wanted to exchange a few words with his colleagues in the demonstration classroom. When he raised his head again, he saw Ji Tianlu's murderous eyes.

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The resident doctor looked around, then lowered his head, opened the phone case, took out the battery, and put the phone back into his pocket.

"Let's continue the operation."

After Ling Ran spoke, he started to press on the operating table. Diamond's calf and the red light of the camera covered in a plastic bag also turned on.

At the same time, the small conference room and demonstration classroom also became quiet.

The doctors present even held their breaths.

They could have sat in the conference room and watched the live broadcast, but they should have watched the surgeries performed by scholars with strong qualifications recommended by the organizing committee.

However, they still came to watch Ling Ran's surgery.

An Achilles tendon repair surgery performed by a resident doctor.

An operation that determined the future of a 19-year-old boy.

Diamond has reason to cry.

When his past efforts and future dreams all depended on an operation, when he put his entire life as a bet on a strange surgeon's operating table, tears were his only outlet.

"Peel off the Achilles tendon." There was no noticeable change in Ling Ran's tone.

"Peel off the Achilles tendon." Yu Yuan, who was stepping on two step stools, repeated it.

"Suck."

"gauze."

"Pull again."

Ling Ran first worked to stop the bleeding to ensure a clear surgical field of view.

Yu Yuan listened to Ling Ran's order and thought while doing it.

She can't stop thinking, which often delays her surgery. In the words of her instructor, she thinks too much, does too little, and her brain and hands don't cooperate.

Previously, when she was in other treatment groups at Yunyi, Yu Yuan was disliked for her slow movements and slow reactions.

Even a mediocre surgeon hopes that the operation will go smoothly. In addition to a good prognosis and the operation going according to plan, it is also important that the operation is done quickly.

Residents who cannot cooperate well will definitely be a hindrance to a treatment team.

But in Ling Ran's treatment group, Ling Ran's requirements for residents were not high.

Of course, the working hours are long, but when he is on the operating table, Ling Ran's silence and ability to adapt to the different states of different residents at any time are something Yu Yuan and others have never encountered before.

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Under Ling Ran, even if Yu Yuan slowed down because of thinking, she would not be reprimanded.

This made Yu Yuan more relaxed and performed better.

"The amount of bleeding was very small." Yu Yuan discovered this "secret" earlier than others.

Others have no idea about the normal amount of bleeding in Plan A.

Ling Ran said "Yes" and said: "It is better to open a few blood vessels less than to sew them up afterwards."

Yu Yuan immediately nodded in response, then turned to ask the anesthetist: "How much blood loss was it?"

The anesthesiologist whispered: "45 ml."

Ling Ran nodded. This amount of blood loss was already lower than before, indicating that there might be fewer blood vessels cut off than before.

Of course, it's just maybe.

The doctors present finally heard it clearly and couldn't help but started talking.

If there were any unfamiliar ones, I quickly took out my phone and started to inquire.

Ji Tianlu coughed twice and said: "The blood loss of the current traditional incision method is about 15 to 2."

He said a little less, so as not to appear that the country's medical level is weak.

Some doctors who acted quickly had already found something, nodded and put away their mobile phones. Someone also introduced in English: "The blood loss of the limited incision is now functioning normally, providing sufficient blood supply to the Achilles tendon."

"Hmm...a good idea." Dr. Morris said with a smile: "It's also very difficult."

"Doctor Ling's level is very high." Ji Tianlu took the opportunity to help Ling Ran promote the hospital. It is meaningless to promote the hospital or himself at this time. Promoting Li Ran is the promotion plan a, which is to promote Zhu Tongyi and his hospital.

"It should be possible to do strengthening suturing." After playing with the Achilles tendon for a while, he made a judgment.

Yu Yuan hurriedly made preparations beside her.

The functions of the first aid can be more or less. For experienced surgeons, a first aid that can hold the rope can also be used, and a first aid that can do everything can also be used.

Ji Tianlu did not participate in the operation, but watched from the side. Seeing that Ling Ran's reinforced suturing was as smooth as ever, he nodded secretly.

The doctors watching around him came closer involuntarily.

Because of the blocking belt, a group of doctors could only press their waists against the belt, step on the line with their feet, and stretch their heads forward desperately.

The most outrageous thing is that he has used the golden rooster's independent trick.

"The alignment is very neat."

"Double reinforced stitching."

"If there are no complications, this intensity is acceptable."

Whether they are Chinese doctors or foreign doctors, they all communicate in English at this time, so there is no obstacle.

The language used in speeches is somewhat complex and is much more difficult than daily communication.

At this time, everyone was discussing the same topic, even guessing in English, and most people had no problem.

"Vascular forceps."

"Suck."

"The sutures are from Purdis."

Ling Ran's movements were quick and his orders were also very quick.

"It is true that a lot of vascular networks have been preserved."

The doctors who were watching inside and outside the operating room slowly figured out the clue.

Ling Ran relied on his two dissection experiences to decisively change the approach, cutting off fewer blood vessels, and suturing blood vessels, which not only reduced the operation time, but also ensured blood supply and reduced bleeding.

Apart from this, all the operations were familiar ones that Ling Ran had done countless times.

Ling Ran became more and more comfortable, and the doctors outside the circle became more and more enthusiastic.

Of course, to a layman, it looks boring. A perfect Achilles tendon repair. There are no special situations, intense conversations, or fierce movements. Ling Ran's entire operation was uneventful.

, just like a man who always goes on blind dates in a restaurant, meets a woman who has no interest in him, and feeds him in vain.

"It's done." Ling Ran sewed the skin himself, cut the sutures short, and threw away the scissors. He nodded to everyone and walked out of the operating room.

There was blood on his gloves and the surgical clothes were not clean. It was not the time for cuddling.

The doctors who were watching the operation took out their mobile phones and started taking photos and selfies, as if they had already discussed the matter.

The resident doctor at the Bone, Joint and Sports Medicine Center also hurriedly took out his dismantled mobile phone, installed the battery, pressed the back cover, turned it on with great expectation, and then raised his head happily...
Chapter completed!