The meeting room where the crowd dispersed was bleak.

The 98-inch LCD TV paused the screen, and the various connections below were torn into a mess.

The conference table in front of the TV was filled with debris, including cigarette boxes, ashtrays and cigarette butts, drinks and packaging boxes, a few books were spread out, a few magazines were thrown randomly, and a few newspapers were dismantled into pieces.

Shiro Hashimoto threw the suit into the corner, unbuttoned three buttons on his upper body, and could vaguely see the soft flesh on his thick chest and a few slump of soft hair.

Pan Hua half leaned against the table, twisted twice, and said, "Continue to watch."

"I won't look at it anymore." Shiro Hashimoto shook his head and refused to move the remote control.

Pan Hua got up and pressed the buttons himself.

The operating room on the screen became vivid again. The nurse skillfully raised the operating table to adapt to the height of the main surgery. Ma Yanlin, who was temporarily helping, stepped on the stool and stood opposite the assist.

"It's so annoying." This is not the first time Shiro Hashimoto has seen this scene, he muttered annoyedly.

Pan Hua couldn't hear what he said, but he could guess what he said.

When he was at Keio University Hospital, he found that Shiro Hashimoto was very sensitive to his height and did not like to use foot stools. Therefore, the taller assistant had to bend down to cooperate. Orthopedics often took a long time to operate, so many young doctors complained after the operation.

Of course, when Shiro Hashimoto cooperates with the professor, he always has to step on the stool, but being an assistant to the professor is obviously not a good memory.

After several consecutive surgical videos, Ling Ran started by raising the operating table, and Shiro Hashimoto must be in a bad mood.

Pan Hua smiled in his heart, but didn't smile for long.

Because the next surgery scene will also make Pan Hua feel uncomfortable and in a bad mood.

The more you read, the more bored Pan Hua feels.

As an expert who has studied tang method, Pan Hua not only understands Ling Ran's operations, but also can guess 70% or 80% of his decisions every time. What is it to prevent when tying knots? What did he find when choosing points to shift slightly when stitching?

Many small details that doctors who have never done tang suture cannot find are presented to Pan Hua one by one, time and time again, gradually making Pan Hua go from praise to thinking, from thinking to boredom.

Especially when seeing the recent video, Pan Hua clearly felt the improvement.

When you have mastered a certain procedure skillfully, it is difficult to improve significantly, and it is also difficult to achieve a small amount. Pan Hua can detect the changes in the wind every few operations.

Most of the time, it gets better, and occasionally its condition will decline. Often, Ling Ran encounters new problems and has to take new measures to solve or avoid them. Whenever this situation occurs, you can detect the improvement of Ling Ran's level in a few times.

If it weren't for the videos to be flipped over, Pan Hua wouldn't believe that someone could learn it well.

What he was even more reluctant to admit was that Ling Ran might have done better than he did.

But, as the Americans often say, if something looks like a duck, calls like a duck, and walks like a duck, then it is a duck.

If a doctor has a skilled surgery than you, his intraoperative judgment is more accurate than you, and his patient's prognosis is better than you, then he is a better doctor than you.

Such a conclusion was not what Pan Hua wanted to get.

He hurriedly returned from Japan to maintain his position in Yunhua Hospital and became a top doctor for a certain type of surgery. It is very important for doctors, especially high-end doctors, and the most basic source of the disease is a very realistic thing.

For example, the tang operation performed by Ling Ran almost drained the cause of the flexor tendon injury around Yunhua. This is because there is no other expert in suturing in the unmanned area near Yunhua. Other doctors do it, such as Wang Haiyang. If you encounter it, you will do it. It doesn’t matter if you don’t.

But if Pan Hua wants to specialize in tang methods, he will inevitably compete with Ling Ran for the source of the disease.

The reason why he hurried back to China was because he was afraid that Ling Ran would do more tangs and would completely squeeze him away.

But now it seems that it is still too late to come back.

"I want to stay in China for a while. Can I delay further study?" Pan Hua paused the video and said to Shiro Hashimoto in Japanese: "I know this requirement may be a bit unconventional..."

"I understand your request." Shiro Hashimoto smiled and said, "If I encounter the same situation, I will definitely be very panicked. People who are panicked will make wrong decisions."

“Huh?”

"Let me guess, you want to stay in this hospital and compete with him, right?" Shiro Hashimoto said with his mouth, facing Ling Ran on the screen.

Ling Ran's eyes were sharp, and he could see a focused look through the screen. Shiro Hashimoto struggled to use his single-sided abdominal muscles and stood up to turn off the TV.

Pan Hua reluctantly said "happy" and said, "I will come back after all. Instead of robbing the patient, it is better to do it early."

"You were wrong." Shiro Hashimoto laughed.

"Please explain the doubts by Hashimoto." Pan Hua knew the other party's hobbies.

Shiro Hashimoto shook his head satisfied and said, "From the video and prognosis, you can see that there is still a gap between you and Ling Ran in terms of flexor tendon suture. So, what is the meaning of your stay? You will only be left behind Ling Ran faster."

Pan Hua remained silent.

Shiro Hashimoto smiled and said, "Your best choice is to use the next learning opportunities to improve your technology, learn new technologies, and then return to China, and use absolute strength to crush him."

Shiro Hashimoto clamped the paper cup in his hand into a ball with a click.

Under the guidance of Shiro Hashimoto, Pan Hua seemed to have found the direction and his eyes lit up.

"Oh, it's already so late." Pan Hua pretended to be surprised and said, "Mr. Hashimoto, I'll invite you to play with some Chinese-style things."

"May I?"

"Of course, you like larger stores or smaller specialty stores."

"Specialized store, I like specialized store." Shiro Hashimoto's eyes also lit up, and he had fantasies.

The two of them quickly went downstairs, crossed the road, entered the alley, then crossed the road, entered the alley...

Thirty minutes later.

Shiro Hashimoto sat in a store, looking at the big words "Yunhua Hospital" not far away, silently put on gloves and peeled off crayfish.

"This is the most distinctive and popular project in China today." Pan Hua took a sip of the soup with satisfaction, then peeled the shrimp with bare hands, and said, "This is what I have been thinking about during this period of time in your country."

"How many months have you been abroad? What you miss most is crayfish?" Shiro Hashimoto asked Pan Hua in confusion.

"Yes, if you taste the taste, you will know why. I tell you, there is no one happier than we are now."

Shiro Hashimoto struggled to open a shrimp shell, took a bite, and his face cleared a little: "It's really delicious."

"Yes, the happiest thing in life is to eat a box of crayfish after a busy day."

Shiro Hashimoto:...

...

The emergency building of Yunhua Hospital is still brightly lit.

I had only had three surgeries before, and Ling Ran always felt a little uncomfortable. Thinking that there was nothing to do when I got home, I simply went back to the hospital to find a surgery.

Yunhua Hospital has a radiation population of up to tens of millions, and the high-end surgery for flexor tendon suture has a wider radiation surface. For such a vast area, every day is equivalent to fixed patients with flexor tendon rupture, and the number is relatively stable.

Ling Ran only did three tang methods, which meant that he did not eat all the refreshes, so the patient naturally had to go to other hospitals for medical treatment. Even if Ling Ran wanted to have more surgery tomorrow, he would not be able to make up for it.

Ling Ran was naturally very dissatisfied with this. Fortunately, he was free in the evening, so he simply said hello to Director Huo and contacted the hospital where he had previously wanted to refer the patient.

In addition to the newly born patient at night, Ling Ran finally suffered a four-finger surgery.

After some busy work, it was already early in the morning.

"Doctor Ling is tired, come and have some crayfish." Several young nurses greeted Ling Ran warmly, and when he was not very opposed, he pulled him into the lounge.

"Doctor Ling, come and eat shrimp." The young nurse peeled out a complete crayfish and placed it in front of Ling Ran.

"This one is bigger." Another crayfish was placed in front of Ling Ran.

"Eat quickly, don't get cold." The third crayfish was handed directly to Ling Ran's mouth.8)
Chapter completed!