The conference room where the crowd had dispersed looked bleak.
The 98-inch LCD TV paused the screen, and the various connections below were messed up.
The conference table in front of the TV was full of sundries, including cigarette cases, ashtrays and cigarette butts, beverages and packing boxes, a few books spread out, a few magazines thrown indiscriminately, and a few newspapers dismantled into pieces.
Shiro Hashimoto threw his suit in the corner, unbuttoned the three buttons of his shirt on his upper body, and he could vaguely see the thick soft flesh on his chest and a few slumped soft hairs.
Pan Hua half leaned on the table, twisted twice, and said, "Keep watching."
"I won't watch it." Shiro Hashimoto shook his head, refusing to touch the remote control.
Pan Hua got up and pressed the button.
The operating room on the screen became vivid again. The nurse skillfully raised the operating table to suit the height of Ling Ran, the chief surgeon. Ma Yanlin, who was a temporary assistant, stepped on a footstool and stood opposite to assist.
"It's really annoying." It's not the first time Hashimoto Shiro saw this scene, and he muttered annoyedly.
Pan Hua couldn't hear what he said clearly, but he could guess the content.
When he was in Keio University Hospital, he found that Hashimoto Shiro was very sensitive to his height and didn't like to use a footstool. Therefore, taller assistants had to bend over to cooperate. The operation took so long that many young doctors complained after the operation.
Of course, when Hashimoto Shiro cooperated with the professor, he always had to step on the stool, but it is obviously not a good memory to be the professor's assistant.
In several consecutive surgery videos, Ling Ran can be seen starting with raising the operating table. Hashimoto Shiro must be in a bad mood.
Pan Hua smiled inwardly, but he didn't smile for long.
Because the following surgery scene will also make Pan Hua feel uncomfortable and in a bad mood.
The more he watched, the more bored Pan Hua became.
As an expert who has studied the tang method, Pan Hua not only understands Ling Ran's operations, but also guesses about 70% to 80% of his every decision. When you tie the knot, you pull it very tightly. What is it to prevent? When stitching, the selected point is slightly shifted, what did you find
Many small details that doctors who had never done tang suture could not discover were presented to Pan Hua one by one, time and time again, gradually making Pan Hua go from praising to thinking, from thinking to bored.
Especially when watching the recent video, Pan Hua could clearly feel Ling Ran's improvement.
After mastering a certain technique proficiently, it is very difficult to make a big improvement, and it is also very difficult to make a small improvement. However, Pan Hua can detect the changes in Ling Ran every few operations.
Most of the time it gets better, and occasionally the status will decline. It is often because Ling Ran encounters new problems and has to take new measures to solve or avoid them. It can be noticed that Ling Ran's level has improved again.
If it wasn't for turning over the videos one by one, Pan Hua really couldn't believe that someone could learn it well.
What he didn't want to admit was that Ling Ran might do better than him.
However, as the American proverb often says: If a thing looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and walks like a duck, then it is a duck.
If a doctor is more skilled in operation than you, his intraoperative judgment is more accurate than yours, and his patients' prognosis is better than yours, then he is a better doctor than you.
Such a conclusion was not what Pan Hua wanted.
He returned from Japan in a hurry because he wanted to keep his position in Yunhua Hospital and become a top doctor of a certain type of surgery. For doctors, especially high-end doctors, it is very important. The most basic source of disease is very real thing.
For example, Ling Ran's recent tang operation almost drained the source of the flexor tendon injury around Yunhua. Do both, like Wang Haiyang, do it if you encounter it, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t.
However, if Pan Hua wanted to specialize in Tang methods, he would have to compete with Ling Ran for the source of the disease.
The reason why he hurried back to the country was because he was afraid that Ling Ran would do too many tricks and completely squeeze himself away.
However, it seems that it is still too late to come back.
"I want to stay in China for a while, can I delay my further study?" Pan Hua paused the video, and said to Hashimoto Shiro in Japanese: "I know this request may be a bit unconventional..."
"I understand your request." Shiro Hashimoto smiled and said, "If I were to encounter the same situation, I would definitely be panicked. People who panic will make wrong decisions."
"Huh?"
"Let me guess, you want to stay in this hospital and compete with him, don't you?" Hashimoto Shiro muttered, facing Ling Ran on the screen.
Ling Ran's eyes were sharp, and he could see his focused expression through the screen. Hashimoto Shiro stretched his abs on one side with great effort, got up and turned off the TV.
Pan Hua reluctantly gave an "en" and said, "I will come back after all. Instead of robbing the patient when the time comes, it's better to do it earlier."
"You're wrong." Hashimoto Shiro laughed.
"Please clarify Hashimoto-kun." Pan Hua knew the other party's hobbies.
Shiro Hashimoto shook his head in satisfaction, and said, "From the video and the prognosis, it can be seen that there is still a gap between you and Ling Ran in suturing the flexor tendon, so what is the significance of your stay? You will only be faster Being left behind Ling Ran."
Pan Hua remained silent.
Hashimoto Shiro smiled and said: "Your best choice is to use the next opportunity for further training to improve your skills, learn new technologies, and then return to China to smash him to pieces with absolute strength."
With a click, Hashimoto Shiro squeezed the paper cup in his hand into a ball.
Under the guidance of Hashimoto Shiro, Pan Hua seemed to have found his direction, and his eyes brightened.
"Oh, it's so late." Pan Hua pretended to be surprised, and said, "Mr. Hashimoto, I invite you to play something with Chinese characteristics."
"May I?"
"Of course, do you prefer a larger store or a smaller specialty store."
"Specialty shop, I like specialty shops." Hashimoto Shiro's eyes also brightened up, full of fantasies.
The two quickly went downstairs, crossed the road, entered the alley, crossed the road again, entered the alley...
Thirty minutes later.
Shiro Hashimoto was sitting in a shop, looking at the large characters of "Yunhua Hospital" not far away, put on his gloves silently, and peeled the crayfish.
"This is the most distinctive and most popular item in China today." Pan Hua took a sip of the soup contentedly, then peeled the shrimp with his bare hands, and said, "During this time in your country, I have been thinking about it day and night. That's it."
"You have been abroad for a few months, what you miss the most is crayfish?" Hashimoto Shiro asked Pan Hua puzzled.
"Yes, if you taste it, you will know why. I tell you, there is no happier person than us now."
Hashimoto Shiro struggled to open a shrimp shell, took a bite, his face paled: "Indeed, it's delicious."
"Yes, the happiest thing in life is to eat a box of crayfish after a busy day."
Shiro Hashimoto: …
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The emergency building of Yunhua Hospital was still brightly lit.
He only had three surgeries before, and Ling Ran always felt a little uncomfortable. Thinking about going home, he had nothing to do, so he just went back to the hospital to find surgeries.
The radiated population of Yunhua Hospital is as high as tens of millions, and the high-end surgery of flexor tendon suture has a wider radiating area. For such a vast area, there are fixed patients with flexor tendon rupture every day, and the number is relatively stable. .
Ling Ran only did three tang methods, which meant that he didn't eat all the refreshments. The patient would naturally have to go to other hospitals for medical treatment. Even if Ling Ran wanted to do more operations tomorrow, he would not be able to make up for it.
Ling Ran was naturally very dissatisfied with this. Fortunately, he was free at night, so he simply greeted Director Huo, and then re-contacted the hospital where he wanted to transfer the patient.
In addition to the new patients that were born in the evening, Ling Ran finally won the operation of two people and four fingers.
After some busy work, it was early morning.
"Doctor Ling is tired, let's have some crayfish." Several nurses warmly greeted Ling Ran, and dragged him into the lounge without any objection.
"Doctor Ling, come and eat shrimp." The little nurse peeled off a whole crayfish and placed it in front of Ling Ran.
"This one is bigger." Another crayfish was placed in front of Ling Ran.
"Eat it quickly, don't let it get cold." The third crayfish was directly handed to Ling Ran's mouth. 8)