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Chapter 882 Continue to do

"There is at least sufficient blood supply in Bazhai Township." Song Shang looked at Ling Ran's movements and said as if he was speechless.

He was a little worried that Ling Ran was too impatient, but instead broke it.

Of course, worry is just this kind of worry, and he dare not say what he said.

Song Shang was afraid that Ling Ran was unhappy, so he added another sentence: "Fortunately, Dr. Ling is here too. Otherwise, I wouldn't know where to invite someone in Bazhai Township."

"Director Song, there are many hospital masters in Bazhai Township. We don't recognize your words." Zuo Cidian stood beside him without getting started, reminding him.

Song Shang laughed out loud: "It's okay, it's just what I said. Are you going to argue if you don't agree?"

Zuo Cidian also smiled and didn't say much. Today, the doctors concentrated in Bazhai Township are basically doctors in Changxi Province. In Changxi Province, it is a bit too arrogant to say that Ling Ran's skill is supreme, but that's what happened.

Needless to say, whether the technology is good or not depends on the number of flying knives made every week and month, everyone is also sure.

Furthermore, if you are a surgeon, you will need to save the situation one day. Especially for ordinary doctors, when the patient is bleeding and cannot handle it themselves, they have to kneel down when it is time to beg. No one can offend a doctor with good skills to death.

Ling Ran touched the patient's liver wound and his fingers slowly slid down.

"Easy suction, pay attention to replenishing fluids." Ling Ran's voice was cold, and the command was extremely clear.

The assistants and the anesthesiologists next to the operating table dared not speak long-windedly and quickly executed the orders.

Zuo Cidian looked around and sighed that ordinary chief physicians could not hold up such a momentum.

"It's revealed." The young doctor who was still standing in the main surgery position almost shouted cheerfully.

Due to blood loss, the patient's abdominal cavity was already full. The effect of aspiration was not only unsatisfactory, but even the liver surface could not be exposed.

At this time, part of the liver was revealed, and the only variable was that Ling Ran poked into the patient's abdominal cavity.

"Stop bleeding with bare hands." Song Shang murmured to himself.

Zuo Cidian smiled, as if he was looking at the courier of his Dongfeng missile, and repeated proudly: "Stop bleeding with bare hands."

"Doctor Ling's reputation is well-deserved." Song Shang let out a sigh, with a sincere smile on his face: "Now, I know that with Dr. Ling taking action, the patient's life will be saved."

"It's still early." Ling Ran's voice was very magnetic, but it scared Song Shang.

"It's...going? Doctor Ling, there is still danger here?" Song Shang's heart raised again, and the young doctor under his command was even more stunned.

"I can't see the specific situation clearly now, but judging from the speed of blood loss, there may be blood vessels breaking open." Ling Ran replied, then used his empty left hand to scratch the patient's abdomen to the right, and said to the young doctor: "From here, cut another cut."

"So big abdomen?" The young doctor was startled. He had undergone surgery for several years, but he had never seen such a large cut.

Of course, it was his first experience of the surgery that lost so much blood.

Ling Ran said "happy" deeply, without any explanation.

Song Shang glared at the disciple fiercely and said angrily: "Doctor Ling asked you to cut it, so you cut it. What are you talking about? If the patient dies, it is convenient to sew the incision. Only when he survives will you have to consider healing."

"Yes." When the young doctor actually asked, he knew he was wrong and was scolded in vain.

He didn't dare to say anything more, so he reached out to ask for the scalpel, and cut a long strip to the right along the position where Ling Ran's fingers were sliding.

In this way, the patient's abdominal cavity will be completely opened.

Song Shang was so energetic that he twitched his tongue twice, saying, "This is even more refreshing than the autopsy scratch."

"Do you feel refreshed in the anatomy room?" Zuo Cidian smiled with his nose frowned.

"At least it's cool." Song Shang smiled.

Ling Ran stretched his neck to look at the patient's abdominal cavity, but said, "The anatomy room is really cool."

"Yes. Eating Roujiamo in the anatomy room has a stronger meat flavor." Song Shang recalled with great emotion, and his mouth was still squeaking.

Zuo Cidian looked at Song Shang's belly disgusted and sighed: "You went to college in the 1990s, and you were so short of meat at that time?"

"I don't know if others lack it. I'm short of meat and money. It's good in the anatomy room, free air conditioning is blown, and eating Roujiamo..." Song Shang was filled with emotion.

"Okay, the bleeding here has basically stopped." Ling Ran said, and threw a piece of blood-soaked gauze into a basin, then quickly separated the liver ligament, and said to the young doctor in front of him: "Next, let's lift the liver. Have you done it?"

"No... I haven't done it." The young doctor standing opposite swallowed.

"Wait a minute, I'll let you go first." Ling Ran's liver resection just reached the perfect level and was exposed in the entire series of perfect level. At this time, he was in a good mood and was in a good state. He taught him step by step to the doctor opposite him. In a few minutes, he taught him.

However, technology can teach, and courage is impossible.

Yunhua Sixth Hospital is not a great hospital. Although it is a hepatobiliary surgery department, the most common thing you do is gallbladder, and you don’t have many opportunities to touch the liver on weekdays.

Now let him lift his liver and say he is not afraid is fake.

The young doctor swallowed his saliva timidly, looked at the large glass jar containing blood next to him, and whispered: "We have never touched the place below."

"It is impossible for wound blood to produce so much." Ling Ran said in great certainty.

Compared to before, his current judgment is so accurate, and his tone is a standard statement.

"Listen to the command of the surgeon." Song Shang actually had some suspicions. Just as his subordinates said, he had never touched the bottom. Instead of suspecting bleeding below, it is better to check the top again.

However, after Ling Ran said so, Song Shang could only let it go.

Being less skilled than others is worse than obedient.

"Release up." Ling Ran decisively ordered that he would not play any psychological counseling. In other words, leaving the little doctor on the scene and giving him a chance to remedy it is the best psychological counseling that Ling Ran could do.

"Yes." The doctor on the opposite side gritted his teeth and gently lifted Ling Ran's treated liver a little.

puff.

A stream of blood flowed down the edge of the liver.

The young doctor was shocked, but he tried his best to do more than ten years of learning before he could perform well and fell off his liver without shaking his hands.

"Continue to stabilize." Ling Ran gently stretched out a hand and slowly reached in from below.

One minute later, the remaining blood in the abdominal cavity was sucked away, and the large jar of blood was stabilized.

"Very good."

"It turned out to be the back."

"Doctor Ling is so handsome."

"It finally stopped."

The tension in the operating room suddenly relaxed.

Ling Ran handled the matter, but did not continue to do it, but said to the young doctor opposite: "You keep doing it."

"Ah?" The young doctor was so surprised that he was ready. He would be scolded with peace of mind when the surgery was relaxed.

"You keep doing it." Ling Ran repeated, and stood in the position of Ichisuke and started working as an assistant.
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