laugh.

The sound of the operating room door opening sounded, and Wang Bingfu and others immediately looked over.

I saw a doctor wearing his own street stall slippers and a confident smile on his face walking in with his hands tied in. One step behind was Zuo Cidian, whose face was wrinkled like a braised egg.

"This is Director Zhang Anmin from our Yunyi Hepatobiliary Surgery Department." Zuo Cidian introduced him as soon as he entered the door.

Wang Bingfu was stunned and stood up and said, "Hello, Director Zhang."

Although Wang Bingfu speculated that Zhang Anmin was the deputy chief physician based on age and title, considering the younger age of Ling's treatment group, the deputy chief physician who suddenly emerged was already amazing.

Speaking of which, his professional title is higher than Ling Ran.

Although Wang Bingfu knew that Ling Ran’s situation was special, he showed extraordinary politeness to Zhang Anmin - everyone is an associate chief physician, but the boss is different, that is still different.

Zhang Anmin naturally noticed it and raised his neck happily: "Director Wang is polite, let's prepare first."

"Okay." Wang Bingfu responded quickly, and then followed Zhang Anmin to make preparations in advance.

At the same time, Su Jiafu from Ling's treatment group and an anesthesiologist from Futaigang First Hospital also entered the post.

"Why didn't Ling Ran come? I only had his surgery. If he didn't come, I wouldn't have the surgery." Meng Feijiang was not a patient who calmed down, and no matter what kind of director Zhang Anmin was, he couldn't see his familiar face and immediately started shouting.

Zhang Anmin comforted him: "Doctor Ling will arrive in a while. When we are ready, Dr. Ling will come."

"Why not come now?"

"Because this operation is very important and Dr. Ling attaches great importance to it. In order to concentrate, Dr. Ling will hand over the previous tedious and meticulous work to us. Dr. Ling will not appear until the surgery is officially started." Zuo Cidian walked over and explained in a whispering voice, like an uncle selling snacks at the gate of the primary school.

The patient Meng Feijiang was half-believing and half-doubted: "If you pay attention, you should come here now."

"A doctor's time to stay focused is very limited. Do you hope that Dr. Ling will spend his time and energy on the operation, or to explain it to you, and then do Tai Chi?" Zuo Cidian said, his tone gradually became more severe, and said: "Patients should not interfere with the doctor's normal work, which is better for you."

Facing Zuo Cidian, Meng Feijiang was so blocked that he couldn't speak.

Zuo Cidian, who received a text message in advance and knew that the patient was not easy to talk to this time, did not let him go immediately. Instead, he continued: "We Dr. Ling is famous for being energetic and often performing several surgeries in a row. However, continuous surgery does not mean that you can keep your focus continuously. It is very good for a doctor to keep a few hours of concentration. But at the peak, it is actually only so long. It is just to do your surgery as well as possible. We Dr. Ling did not come here immediately. Instead, we asked Director Zhang Anmin to do pre-operative preparations first. To be honest, pre-operative preparations are all work that interns can do. Inviting Director Zhang Anmin to come here, they are all killing chickens with a ox knife."

Meng Feijiang's lips moved twice, and he couldn't think of anything to refute for a while. Or rather, he felt a little relieved in his heart.

Zuo Cidian looked at his expression, laughed three times in his heart, and finally said, "The general configuration in the operating room is a surgeon, one or two or two or three assistants. The assistants are usually young doctors with relatively low seniority. Now, Dr. Ling, Dr. Wang Bingfu and Dr. Zhang Anmin are both deputy chief physicians. They usually do surgery, and today they are here to be your assistant. If you have anything to be dissatisfied with, sleep with peace of mind, and the operation will be over."

Meng Feijiang was both happy and unhappy: "Not as easy as you said..."

Zuo Cidian waved his hand, and the two anesthesiologists went into battle together, and instantly knocked Meng Feijiang over.

"This is stable." Zuo Cidian laughed twice and said, "You guys continue, I'll call Dr. Ling."

"Don't hurry, take your time." Wang Bingfu quickly said politely.

Zuo Cidian nodded, but did not go out immediately. Instead, he turned his neck and said to Wang Bingfu: "Director Wang, if you don't think about it, Dr. Ling really attaches importance to this operation today."

He pointed to the cameras and other objects around him and said, "Our Director Zhang has all come out to fly the knife, please bear with you."

"Don't dare, don't dare." Wang Bingfu quickly agreed.

He was actually a little strange. Why did Ling Ran favor this patient at the moment? After all, the patient obviously didn't recognize Ling Ran.

However, the operating room environment was not suitable for him to ask such questions. After a delay, he saw that Zuo Cidian had left and returned.

After a moment of stopping, Ling Ran also walked in with his hands tied in.

"Doctor Ling, let's anesthetize the patient first." Zhang Anmin said, with an extremely humble attitude.

Wang Bingfu greeted Ling Ran at the same time, and then secretly glanced at Zhang Anmin.

Zhang Anmin was at peace and looked at Su Jiafu again.

"We are all right here." Su Jiafu also had a relaxed expression.

Most of the content in clinical medicine can be said to be practiced. A year or two ago, Su Jiafu naturally had to be nervous and even frightened when facing major surgery such as liver resection. But now, he can feel at ease with the anesthesiologist in Futaigang First Hospital.

Ling Ran surrounded the operating room, reexamined various videos, and reviewed the operation process in his mind.

This is a kind of obsessive-compulsive behavior, just like walking around the car for a while before driving. It doesn't play any role most of the time until it works.

Su Jiafu was already familiar with Ling Ran’s approach. After looking at the numbers on the instrument, he smiled at the anesthesiologist next to him: “No need to be so serious. Dr. Ling wants to do something slow today, so it will take three hours.”

“Slow?”

"Well, Dr. Ling has his own rhythm for his surgery." Su Jiafu did not talk much, but smiled and asked, "Have you been busier recently?"

"I must be busy. I have clinical and problems recently." The anesthesiologist here sighed, "But the intensity is better than the hospital in Beijing. I have a senior brother who just passed by the previous month and I took annual leave to attend the funeral."

"The Shanghai Stock Exchange is not much better," said Su Jiafu: "A senior brother I met last year also went home and slept for a night, and the person was gone."

"sudden death?"

"Car accident." Su Jiafu emphasized: "It's like driving tired, but there is nothing we can do, right? I can't even get a taxi when I go home from night shift. How can I not drive?"

"As soon as you say that, there is a senior in our hospital, and it's the same way."

Su Jiafu was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but sigh: "You are very busy, but this is the case for anesthesia. You are like me who have a senior sister who is so busy that you don't even have time for honeymoon. I called me before and said..."

"My master died at the age of 45." The anesthesiologist next to him interrupted Su Jiafu's narration with a sentence.

Su Jiafu pouted, but could only admit defeat.
Chapter completed!