Great Doctor Ling Ran

Chapter 936: Magic Show

Ling Ran drew a long incision and threw aside the scalpel before he raised his head and glanced at the visitation room.

He just wanted to exercise his neck with the mindset of warming up before the surgery. After all, when a surgeon stood before the operating table, it was not good for him to move his body as he pleased, except for his neck.

From the perspectives of the other three foreign doctors, however, he looked as if he was already asking for help.

Faulkner, who was in his fifties, could not help but feel kind of sorry for Ling Ran. ‘Such a good young man is going to sacrifice himself for us.’

Faulkner subconsciously stood up. He inserted his hands into his pockets and showed a cool face while he looked down at Ling Ran.

He purposely hired someone to design and practice this posture. Regardless of whether someone saw him from the back or side, he still looked very good. Although his look from the front was still imperfect, that was mainly because of his face, which could not be solved by one public relations company alone.

However, Faulkner’s gaze looked extraordinarily powerful. He stared at Ling Ran and hoped he could see something common through the eyes of the young doctor at the lower floor, like fear, regret, desperation, or a look begging for his help…

If he could see these, Faulkner felt that he could probably lend him a hand. Perhaps, when he failed the surgery, Faulkner could help him not appear too pathetic, or he could speak for him so that he would not be scolded until nothing remained of his pride.

Ling Ran’s eyes were calm and focused, while his face was quiet and handsome as if he was spending a normal Wednesday morning.

Faulkner secretly sighed. ‘Poor little thing. You look good, but the operating table is the battlefield of doctors, and there is no such thing as mercy on the battlefield…’

Ling Ran lowered his head and started the surgery.

In gastrectomy in combination with hepatic resection, the first part to be revealed was the liver. This step was not much different from hepatectomy. Therefore, not only were Ling Ran’s facial expressions and movements stable and calm, but his other three assistants around him were also the same.

“Hmm, the normal doctors in your hospital have very good mental fortitude.” Faulkner searched for a random reason to praise them, and he secretly came to a conclusion in his heart. ‘These young’uns are good material as assistants.’

A surgeon needed to have a strong desire for victory. The harder and higher level a surgery was, the more a doctor was required to struggle like he was trying to live. If those who would only casually perform a surgery, were fine if they succeeded but would still praise themselves when they failed the surgery became chief surgeons, then the patient was really unlucky.

However, the assistants needed to be gentler.

Faulkner felt that these few young doctors who surrounded both sides of the operating table were quite good, because they could still maintain a stable operation and calmly face everything that was coming for them even though they knew that the surgery was bound to end in failure.

In the next second, Faulkner found himself understanding the situation a little more. He whispered to Hospital Director Bo, who was by his side, “These assistants are quite good.”

What he meant naturally was that when it was his turn to enter the fray, he could still make good use of these assistants.

Hospital Director Bo chuckled.

Faulkner said to Corbert and Dobin, “Chinese doctors are very young. Look at them, they seem like they are still attending university. I did not expect that they would have started to perform liver surgeries. When was the first time you approached the liver? Thirty-five years old?”

American doctors were known to finish their apprenticeship late, and it was very normal for them to become a surgeon only at the age of thirty-five, but if they were able to approach liver surgeries at thirty-five years old, it meant that they were elites.

Corbert and Dobin smiled. Both of them did not bother to answer Faulkner’s query, because they did not approach liver surgeries before they were thirty-five years old.

Faulkner also did not demand answers. He continued putting his hands in the pocket of his pants and did not pull them out even if it was so warm that his hands were sweaty. He continued putting on airs while watching the lower floor, and he was waiting for problems to arise in the surgery.

A few Chinese doctors in the visitation room could understand English, and they only cast a brief glance at them, but they did not bother saying anything. After all, most of them also did not approach liver surgery before thirty-five years old…

While the doctors from Ling Ran’s treatment group stood in front of the operating theater, they did not know there were internal monologues among the viewers on the upper floor.

Ling Ran only performed the surgery accordingly.

Most of the time, surgeons performed their surgeries accordingly. To them, innovations were precious because it happened rarely, and they should only be utilized cautiously.

For Ling Ran, when he performed combined liver and pancreatic radical surgery for the first time, he needed to do a lot of preparation. Just reading about surgery to learn it was very difficult because he could never get the full picture through just language, images, and videos describing the actual scene. Meanwhile, it was obviously very hard to make a surgery perfect during the first time a surgeon performed a surgery.

Today, however, when Ling Ran performed the surgery for Du Jiadong, he was pretty much already very familiar with combined liver and pancreatic radical surgery.

Perfect Level Hepatectomy made him feel at ease when he freed the hepatic ligament.

Perfect Level Tissue Separation made his movements seem skillful.

And he was truly at ease. Due to the existence of his skills, when Ling Ran faced the hepatic ligament, which was something hard for normal doctors, he felt that it was as easy as eating a bowl of noodles.

*Whish*

A round ligament of the liver stood out without being attached to anything.

*Whish*

A falciform ligament of the liver fell flat in all its naked glory.

*Whish…*

*Whish!*

Faulkner waited for the first wave of whooshing sounds to end while he still wore a judgmental smile on his face.

When it was the second wave of whooshing sounds rose, Faulkner started to frown.

“What’s going on?” Faulkner subconsciously looked at Hospital Director Bo.

“Is there a problem?” Before Hospital Director Bo said anything, Lao Yongyong walked over.

It had been a long time since he stopped working as a first-string doctor, and he only performed a few surgeries during that time. His skill in surgery was also at a low level. He did not have the talent and was too old, causing his cognitive level to become lower. Despite and due to all those reasons, Lao Yongyong paid more attention to Faulkner and his group.

He could not handle surgeries. He did not even understand gastrectomy in combination with hepatic resection, but it would be enough if the doctor from Mayo Clinic understood it.

Faulkner frowned, and he did not answer Lao Yongyong’s question.

“Mister Faulkner, if something has happened, please communicate with us in time,” Lao Yongyong reminded Faulkner through his interpreter.

Faulkner watched Ling Ran’s maneuvers in his movements, and his facial expression changed continuously.

He thought about a lot of things, but as he thought about, he felt that something was wrong.

“Mister Faulkner?” Lao Yongyong urged him to talk. Du Jiadong was receiving the operation on the lower floor, and he was the person he cared about the most right now.

“Wait a minute, let me continue watching.” Faulkner took out his sweaty hands from his pockets and shook them dry before he focused his attention on the screen.

He still needed to rely on the high-definition screen so that he could see the specific details of the surgery clearly.

At moments like this, details were the most important.

Lao Yongyong patiently waited for a while, but in the end, he was still unable to hold himself back from asking, so he urged Faulkner to talk again. “Mister Faulkner, what did you want to say just now?”

“What I wanted to say?”

“Yes.”

Faulkner then turned around. He could understand the situation slightly now that he had been watching the surgery all this while. In fact, as a top-class specialist for the liver and stomach, Faulkner understood very well.

While he stared at Lao Yongyong’s wrinkled face, Faulkner spoke very quickly in English.

This time, Lao Yongyong did not understand what he said, so he subconsciously looked at the interpreter.

The interpreter tried his best and said, “What Mister Faulkner meant was that he came here to perform a surgery, but why did you let him watch a magic show?”