Zhang Ci's parents sat in the waiting room, looking at each other in silence.

At this time, no matter what they say or do, they can't help their son. Even thinking about their son in the operating room, both of them will be so heartbroken that they can't breathe.

Father Zhang stood up for the twentieth time, lowered his head and said, "I'm going to get some wind."

Mother Zhang didn't look up and said, "Tie up your clothes so you don't catch a cold."

"Oh." Father Zhang was walking out when he saw Huo Congjun and Ling Ran walking over.

Father Zhang's steps suddenly stopped.

He felt that he should say hello, so as to be more polite.

But on the other hand, Zhang's father didn't want to say hello. Although he was eager to know his son's condition, Zhang's father would rather delay it for a while...

"Mr. Zhang." Huo Congjun stopped with a serious expression, nodded to Zhang's father, looked inside again, and said, "Let's sit down and talk."

"Okay... no... no, otherwise, tell me first." Father Zhang was confused and incoherent.

"Mr. Zhang, don't be anxious." Huo Congjun leaned forward on Father Zhang's shoulders. He couldn't say "good news" or anything like that. The patient did get the best treatment, but he didn't necessarily get the best result.

For family members, the latter is the most important.

In just a few steps, Father Zhang walked with great difficulty.

Huo Congjun had no choice but to push Ling Ran gently and said in a low voice: "Just state the situation to the patient, and stay serious. Just like you always do."

Ling Ran nodded and sat in front of Zhang Ci's parents.

Without much explanation, Ling Ran faced the two of them and said: "The operation was successful and the patient's condition is stable. The next two or three days will be critical. If there are no accidents, the patient has a great chance of surviving.

Come down..."

Ling Ran paused for a moment, trying to think clearly.

"Woo..."

Before Ling Ran could speak again, Zhang's mother covered her mouth and started crying.

Father Zhang hugged his wife with one hand and covered his mouth with the other. He could not help but shed tears from the corners of his eyes.

"It's okay, it's okay..." The husband comforted his wife.

The latter just cried harder.

Huo Congjun patted Ling Ran on the shoulder and motioned for him to wait a moment.

Ling Ran nodded slightly and sat quietly waiting.

Two or three minutes later, Zhang's mother stopped twitching, wiped her tears, and laughed again: "I'm sorry, doctor, we are... that, doctor, thank you, thank you."

Zhang's mother stretched out her hands, took Ling Ran's hand, and then held Huo Congjun's hand.

Ling Ran could feel the strength of her skinny knuckles, they were skinny but powerful.

After a long time, Father Zhang coughed twice and said, "Doctor, what did you say next? What should we do next?"

Ling Ran organized his words and said: "Next, it depends on the patient's recovery. If it goes well, we will remove the gauze from his body in three or four days..."

"Then...then..." Mother Zhang wanted to ask many questions, but she couldn't say them.

Huo Congjun pulled Ling Ran, stood up and said: "You guys have a good rest. The patient is now sent to the ICU, and there will be dedicated personnel to take care of it..."

Ling Ran followed Huo Congjun out of the waiting room and out of the corridor, and then he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"You're nervous, right?" Huo Congjun asked.

Ling Ran nodded slightly: "It's not like an operating room, but it's tense."

Huo Congjun laughed twice: "Nervousness is a good thing. Being nervous means that what we do is necessary, right?"

Ling Ran nodded slowly again.

At the same time, another system prompt popped up in his mind:

Mission accomplished: Perform liver resection.

Mission reward: Intermediate treasure chest.

Ling Ran listened to Huo Congjun's teachings and muttered silently in his mind. When he opened the box, a silver-white skill book popped out:

Level 1 Skill Book: Upgrade a basic skill to perfect level.

The words "stop bleeding with bare hands" immediately popped into Ling Ran's mind.

The first perfect-level skill he acquired, the technique of stopping bleeding with bare hands, came from the first-level skill book.

While Ling Ran was recalling, a skill book appeared in Ling Ran's mind.

The Basic Internal Medicine at the top is still gray. Click on the flashing Basic Surgery, and the six basic skills appear in front of Ling Ran again:

Exposure, incision, separation, hemostasis, suturing, drainage...

Theoretically, as long as you can practice these six basic skills to perfection, you can master any technique with ease.

In fact, most of the surgeries avoid the most important and try to reduce the burden on the surgeon from all aspects. Because it is impossible for any doctor to really practice all the skills to perfection. Even if they can do it, their energy will not allow it.

…

"Let's take a rest." Huo Congjun said a few words and then picked up his mobile phone. His job is not just about performing surgeries. He is always needed in the emergency room.

Ling Ran said "Yes", clicked on the hemostasis function, and continued to click on operational hemostasis.

Under Operation Hemostasis, Ling Ran once again selected the "heat hemostasis" item.

His suturing skills are enough to allow him to use ligation to stop bleeding. If he can learn to use heat to stop bleeding, Ling Ran's control on the operating table will be greatly enhanced.

Although it has not reached the level of the so-called "bloodless magic field", it already means that Ling Ran can pursue this aspect.

Bloodless surgical field is a new height of modern medicine. Bloodless means that the surgical field is clear, allowing the surgeon to observe more details and improve the success rate of the operation.

On the other hand, less blood loss also means a better prognosis for the patient.

As a member of the emergency department, among the six basic skills, Ling Ran felt that hemostasis should be ranked first. Judging from Ling Ran's current experience, there are many reasons for patient death, but blood loss is not the most important.

Undoubtedly a huge problem.

Ling Ran raised his hand and poured himself a bottle of energy potion, turned around and went downstairs.

The emergency room downstairs is like a literal sweatshop, always hungry for manpower.

"Our team is ready for emergency treatment." Ling Ran informed at the consultation desk.

As soon as I stood firm, I heard a greeting from behind: "Doctor Ling, are you tired?"

"Who are you?" Ling Ran turned around and looked at the unfamiliar white coat opposite him with dark circles and swollen eyelids.

"I'm the one..." the other person thought, patted his head with a smile, and said, "Let me introduce myself, I am Feng Yi from our Health Bureau. Dr. Ling's previous cardiopulmonary resuscitation was an eye-opener for me..."

For Ling Ran, cardiopulmonary resuscitation was a forward-moving operation, and he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
Chapter completed!