Great Doctor Ling Ran

*Clack*

The visitation room door was opened once again.

This time, it was Huo Congjun who entered with his disciple.

His disciple was Zuo Liangcai, an attending physician. He was the same age as Doctor Zhou, but his personality was totally different. He had always been the type to seize opportunities, and there was a high chance he had just been spontaneously caught by Department Director Huo to make up the numbers.

“Huo Congjun!”

“Old Huo!”

The doctors in white coats each greeted him in their own way. It all sounded chaotic, but it sent a huge message.

Zhu Qianli was the first to look at the doctor called “Old Huo”. He was an old man with gray hair, and his clothes were messy. He never thought someone like that would have such qualifications.

Huo Congjun responded with a smile and similarly called out to the person who addressed him as “Old Huo.”

“Old Wang.”

He was always someone who struck back after his enemy delivered an attack. Before he found anything to rebuke someone, he would remain modest and gentle.

“The training camp you’ve built is pretty impressive.” Old Wang had been selected by everyone else to talk to Huo Congjun. He did not beat around the bush and just went straight to the main subject.

All the doctors who heard what he said became interested.

Over the past few days, the topic of the training camp at Yun Hua Hospital had been the hottest topic among those in Changxi Province’s medical field.

Everyone knew that Old Huo wanted to get a large batch of free laborers. In the interests of departments or hospitals, in-service training doctors were really good “things”. There was no need for them to authorize these people, they did not need to provide them with insurance and housing funds, and they did not even need to promise them bonuses and salaries. They could only receive such privileges depending on their leaders’ mood and conscience. That was not all, but the working hours of in-service training doctors were also not guaranteed. During busy times, it was entirely normal for the in-service training doctors to work for twelve hours.

Although using a larger number of interns meant that they would get sufficient manpower, in-service training doctors were all matured or nearly-matured doctors. In-service training doctors were much more skillful and useful than interns.

Everyone knew just what kind of plot Yun Hua Hospital was cooking by organizing the training camp, just like how everyone knew exactly what Sima Zhao was thinking of.

However, the real difficulty lay in how the Changxi province doctors would solve the problem that was Huo Congjun’s training camp, as how the people of Great Wei had to solve the problem that was Sima Zhao.

“Department Director Huo, I understand that you want to expand the Emergency Medical Center, but it makes us uncomfortable that you’ve suddenly come up with this training camp.” Old Wang was the department director of the General Surgery Department in Second People’s Hospital. He was not very tough, but he had a lot of experience. He could act casually with Huo Congjun whenever he wanted.

Huo Congjun snorted a couple of times but did not overreact. Instead, he just said, “We’ll only accept a few dozen people for the first training camp. What’s wrong with giving junior doctors a chance to train?”

“Train?” Old Wang laughed out loud. “Aren’t you just trying to lure them to your hospital with the promise of authorization?”

“Not this time,” Huo Congjun stressed. He smiled again and said, “Let’s not talk about it first. They’re about to suture the tendon.”

However, while they were still talking, Ling Ran and Lu Wenbin had already stripped the tendon.

Doctor Wang and the others turned around in tacit agreement and looked at the operating theater below.

They did not want to cause too much tension with Huo Congjun, anyway, so they put off the topic for the time being.

Zhu Qianli’s desire for gossip had yet to be fully satiated, so he turned to Ren Qi and whispered, “The way you’ve all built the visitation room is really good. It’s definitely the first in Changxi province.”

“This has been prepared by Department Director Huo for Doctor Ling,” Ren Qi said with pride.

Zhu Qianli smiled. “I know, my godfather is really good.”

Ren Qi looked at Zhu Qianli in displeasure. He had been in Yun Hua Hospital illegally for half a year. Compared with this person, he was obviously more qualified to say those words!

However, Ren Qi could not argue with him in the crowded visitation room. He could only watch the operating theater below him in anger.

Ling Ran neither knew nor cared about the crowd watching him.

He worked as Lu Wenbin’s assistant with familiar ease, and only when he reached the crucial suturing steps did he give Lu Wenbin a reminder, “You need to control the contact point of the cut section. The surface area should be as large as possible, and you have to connect the vessels well…”

“Noted.” Lu Wenbin took a deep breath and readjusted the movement of his fingers to operate as carefully as possible.

He had mastered the steps of the M-Tang technique a long time ago and completed almost fifty cases independently.

With his current technique, eighty percent of the flexor tendon Lu Wenbin sutured would score above excellent when the patients were tested on their hand functions, and the remaining fifty percent out of the eighty percent was considered good.

That ratio was acceptable no matter which hospital he was in.

It was even better by the standards of the Emergency Department.

However, Lu Wenbin was not satisfied.

His superior, Ling Ran was obviously not satisfied with it as well.

In order to steadily increase the rate of his excellence, Lu Wenbin had to improve his accuracy in each step of the surgery.

“Focus on the strength of the knot,” Ling Ran reminded again.

Lu Wenbin agreed in a hurry.

He often faced the same type of problem as well. Tendon anastomosis was simple. All he needed to do was to trim the ruptured tendon and suture it back. In essence, it was no different from vascular anastomosis. Both required the use of a thread to surround the tendon once.

Among them, the difficulties in suturing the blood vessels lay in the size and strength of the blood vessels. If the strength he put into the needle was too great when he performed the suture, the blood vessel would easily tear apart. He also had to pay attention to the density of the stitches to avoid blood leakage.

The requirements for tendons in terms of density and strength were quite different.

In fact, if not for the location of the flexor tendon, it would have been easier to suture the tendon than the blood vessels.

However, the more a person wanted to achieve perfection, the more often he or she would encounter complex problems.

For example, if a person wanted to improve his or her tendon strength and reduce the adhesion, he or she would need to connect the tendons tightly. When performing knots, not only did he have to apply pressure on the ruptured end to make sure that the surface was as smooth as possible, he also had to prevent the ruptured end from flipping outward.

If the standards for the process were lower, any doctor would be able to do it.

Once the standard rose, however, the difficulty also increased exponentially. Only an incredibly professional doctor would be able to do it.

Take, for instance, the making of a ball. Anyone would be able to make a snowball or a mudball. If they were slightly more serious, they could even make the surface smooth. However, if a person wanted to make a ball so round that it could serve as a proper bearing in a wheel, his hands would not be enough to take up the task.

Lu Wenbin’s actions were shown in several monitors in the visitation room.

“How’s our junior doctor’s performance?” Huo Congjun noticed that everyone was very serious, so he started to talk with a smile.

Old Wang glanced at him and faintly said, “By the standards of a junior doctor, he’s pretty good.”

“Yes, our doctors in the Hand Surgery Department also say that junior doctors trained by Doctor Ling have met the requirements of their attending physicians.”

‘For this one single surgery.’

But Huo Congjun did not say that out loud.

However, that was not important. Doctors nowadays, especially junior doctors, only aimed for the highest value in one single thing, not comprehensiveness.

Yun Hua Hospital’s Hand Surgery Department was still famous. Some doctors smiled as they looked at the gray-haired Wang.

“Very good but not unusual.” Old Wang’s reply was very concise and a little disdainful.

“Doctor Lu has been practicing with Doctor Ling for less than a year. Recently, he’s been focusing on his training and even started to be a chief surgeon. All of it has only taken place within a month,” Huo Congjun said with a smile.

The crowd’s expression changed. No one said a word.

Huo Congjun chuckled. He turned around, puffed out his chest, and assumed an air of superiority as he stared into the distance. “We’ve set up the training camp to improve the skill level of all the junior doctors in our province. I think with Doctor Ling’s skills, he can still take up this position to help them improve.”

“It’s not about whether he can take up the position or not—”

“I say that Ling Ran can take up the position of their trainer because I want to prove that we’re not unreasonable people,” Huo Congjun interrupted Old Wang. His voice began to rise, and he started to sound unreasonable. “If you think there is a better way to train junior doctors than a training camp… I will take back my suggestion.”