In the social behavior norms that are accepted by the will, the benefits are rewarded.

Because of Zhang Anmin's promotion, Ling Ran got an intermediate treasure chest. So Ling Ran gave Zhang Anmin a light smile and nodded, and said, "Let's open your stomach later."

Compared to closure of the abdomen, the treatment of opening the abdomen is more effective.

It’s like picking a pound of meat, picking it in the morning market or the evening market, is not the same concept.

Zhang Anmin followed Ling Ran for surgery, and it was rare to be the morning market turn, and he became excited for a moment.

When he entered the operating room, Zhang Anmin was still excited, and hesitated until he held the marking pen.

"What kind of surgery do we use?" Zhang Anmin looked at Ling Ran. Among the various surgical procedures, the gallbladder anastomosis belonged to his younger brother. It was proposed by riede in the 1990s. However, due to the shortcomings of the innate existence and the needs of the innate existence, the development of this type of surgery is very fast. Up to now, there are more than five main surgery methods, and there are countless variants.

As a professional doctor in hepatobiliary surgery, Zhang Anmin has also learned several common bile duct duodenal anastomosis. However, thinking about his own learning history, Zhang Anmin is even more worried that Ling Ran’s arsenal is insufficient.

After all, Ling Ran had a cholecystectomy before and learned it with him. The gallbladder and intestinal anastomosis was more complicated. Even Ling Ran was very genius and might have learned some things while flying knives outside, but it was impossible to learn all five techniques.

It is easy to open the abdomen and also easy to mark, but what should I do if the position where the marking does not conform to the habits of the surgeon, or even the surgery that the surgeon is not familiar with?

If you don’t have time to take care of yourself, you will be unable to take care of yourself if you are a good person.

Zhang Anmin looked at Ling Ran carefully.

Ling Ran looked at Zhang Anmin strangely: "I will give you the right to open my stomach, so you can make a judgment."

Zhang Anmin was inexplicably a little panicked. The so-called accompanying the king is like accompanying a tiger, which is what he meant by this state.

Zhang Anmin raised his head and looked around.

The little nurse Wang Jia held a No. 7 scalpel in her hand, with sharp and sharp teeth, and still maintained her girlish enthusiasm for chasing stars and unreasonableness.

The tour nurse is a cow nurse. She has a strong woman in her forties. She has a tank figure. Her rough hands can easily pinch plaster and bend steel plates. The photos and deceiving in her circle of friends always cause a sound. Those who dare to expose the truth are crushed.

The anesthesiologist is still Su Jiafu, sitting on a round stool with no eyes, like a good child with high scores and low ability, good character and academic performance, and can bully him as much as possible. But Zhang Anmin knew that when he was a dog licking, he could not simulate ordinary hallucinogens.

"I... can I open my stomach?" Zhang Anmin struggled in a low voice, afraid of death.

Ling Ran said indifferently: "You use the techniques you are familiar with."

He mastered the perfect level of common bile duct duodenal anastomosis. No matter which surgery Zhang Anmin chooses, Ling Ran can do it and give Zhang Anmin guidance.

From Ling Ran’s perspective, since it is a guide, we naturally have to choose the techniques that Zhang Anmin is familiar with in order to better improve and hone Zhang Anmin’s skills.

However, how could Zhang Anmin guess Ling Ran’s thoughts?

He looked at Ling Ran with a hazy look, hoping to get some instructions.

Not.

Zhang Anmin couldn't help feeling despair. The operating room has always been a large-scale show-off site for the surgeon, but if the assistant does not cooperate well, what kind of experience will it be if the surgeon's show-off is not smooth?

That is Zhang Anmin’s experience in hepatobiliary surgery.

Zhang Anmin was silent for a long time, and finally said tremblingly: "So, should you use the roux-en-y anastomosis technique?"

This is the most common method in gallbladder anastomosis, and it is also the basic method of many variant methods. It has few effects on pretending, but it is the safest method.

But simply put, roux-en-y anastomosis is definitely not as simple as lateral anastomosis of the cholangioduodenum.

Zhang Anmin didn't know which one to choose, and instinctively felt that choosing the simplest one might not be in line with Dr. Ling's temperament.

Ling Ran nodded irresistibly.

Zhang Anmin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and quickly drew a line on the patient's belly. Because he was too excited, the marking line was slightly bent.

"I'll draw a re-draw one." Zhang Anmin didn't dare to say that he would change it when he cut it. He couldn't even draw the line straight. When he cut it, how could the superior doctor agree?

Zhang Anmin wiped it with alcohol a few times, then took a black pen and drew it gently.

The patient's belly was slightly fat. When he reached the end of the drawing, Zhang Anmin's hand slipped and became crooked again.

"I... re-draw one?" Zhang Anmin looked at Ling Ran carefully.

Ling Ran nodded warmly and said, "Change a pen with a color."

Zhang Anmin said "happy" and reached out to ask for a pen again.

He drew a white line seriously... When he drew it to the end...

crooked!

"Change another color?" Zhang Anmin was already guilty and was about to tremble his hands.

Nurse Niu was too lazy to get the pen and said, "Many patients' knife edges are not straight, it doesn't matter. If they are bandaged, who can tell?"

Zhang Anmin glanced at Ling Ran with a small intention and said quickly: "Please be bothered, I'll draw another one."

Wang Jia also said: "Doctor Ling should prefer straight lines."

Ling Ran nodded naturally.

Nurse Niu sighed and said, "Then wait, I'll go find a few more colors."

Zhang Anmin took a deep breath, lucked in his chest, and silently continued his strength.

"It's wrong."

"Shoulder and come back."

"Excuse me……"

Soon, the patient lying on the hospital bed drew a twist of various curves.

"Let's wipe it." Zhang Anmin gradually began to care from guilt to habit.

Ling Ran held his hands up and did not urge him. After all, he felt uncomfortable with the crooked lines himself, but in comparison, it was nothing to be tired.

"I'll draw it again." Zhang Anmin said, taking back the black pen and drawing a line seriously.

A straight line.

Zhang Anmin was stunned for a moment, and then asked in self-doubtfulness: "Have you painted?"

"It must be done." Nurse Niu yawned and glared at Zhang Anmin without any concealment.

At the same time, a prompt for completing the task jumped in front of Ling Ran:

Mission completion: Train newcomers.

Mission Objective: Improve a doctor's skill level.

Mission reward: Intermediate treasure chest.

Ling Ran thought for three seconds before asking: "System, what is the upgraded skill level? Is Zhang Anmin's line drawing?

"Yes." The system answered yes.

Ling Ran looked at Zhang Anmin deeply. The doctor who contributed two treasure chests in one day could also be said to be very powerful.

Zhang Anmin felt guilty when Ling Ran saw it and asked in a low voice: "Is this OK?"

"Okay, let's take the surgery." Ling Ran said, looking at the two intermediate treasure chests left in the interface, he decided to wait a little longer, maybe he could wait for another treasure chest.
Chapter completed!