Great Doctor Ling Ran

Chapter 807: Drawing the Line

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

According to the social norms accepted by Ling Ran, he must reciprocate when he received benefits from others.

As a result of Zhang Anmin’s promotion, Ling Ran got an Intermediate Treasure Chest, so Ling Ran gave Zhang Anmin a gentle smile and nodded before and saying, “I’ll let you perform laparotomy later.”

Compared to abdominal closure, laparotomy was a far greater treatment.

It was just like picking a pound of meat in the morning or evening market. They were too completely different concepts.

When Zhang Anmin followed Ling Ran to perform surgery, it was rare for him to get the treatment of performing a laparotomy, and he instantly became excited.

When he entered the operating theater, Zhang Anmin was still excited, but he hesitated the moment he grasped the surgical skin marker pen.

“Which technique are we using?” Zhang Anmin glanced at Ling Ran. Among the various surgical techniques, the existence of choledochoduodenostomy was considered inferior to other surgical techniques. It was only proposed by Ried in the 1990s. However, the development of this type of surgery was very fast. Up to now, there were more than five main surgical methods and countless variations.

As a professional doctor in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery, Zhang Anmin had also studied choledochoduodenostomy of the common bile duct. However, considering his learning history, Zhang Anmin was more worried about Ling Ran’s lack of skill.

After all, Ling Ran used to learn from him when he was doing cholecystectomy. Choledochojejunostomy and choledochoduodenostomy were a little more complicated. Even if Ling Ran were a genius and might have learned some things when he was doing freelance surgeries outside the hospital, it would be impossible for him to learn all five kinds of techniques.

Laparotomy and cutting the skin was easy, but what should they do if the position of the mark did not conform to the chief surgeon’s habit? What if the chief surgeon was not familiar with the technique?

If he did not perform seppuku in time, he would be scolded to the point that he would not be able to provide for his own life anymore, right?

Zhang Anmin looked tentatively at Ling Ran.

Ling Ran looked at Zhang Anmin strangely. “For laparotomy, you have the right to choose and make the judgment for yourself.”

Zhang Anmin panicked a little for some reason. It was the epitome of how being in a king’s company was the same as being with a tiger.

Zhang Anmin looked up and glanced around.

Wang Jia, the young nurse held Scalpel Handle 7 in her hand. Its blade was sharp. She still looked like an enthusiastic and unreasonable fangirl.

Nurse Niu was the circulating nurse that day. She was a forty-year-old woman with the body figure of a tank. Her rough big hands could easily crush casts and bend steel panels. In her circle of friends, the pictures she uploaded would always attract a lot of noise, and those who dared expose the truth about her photos would all be suppressed.

The anesthetist was still Su Jiafu. He sat on a round stool lifelessly. He looked like a good kid with high scores and low life skills, excelled in moral as well as academic performance, but was bullied by others, but Zhang Anmin knew that ordinary hallucinogens would not even be able to allow a person to imagine just how Su Jiafu looked like when he flattered someone who obviously did not like him.

“Is… Is it really okay for me to perform the laparotomy?” Zhang Anmin struggled softly, he was so scared of being scolded to death.

Ling Ran said indifferently, “You can use whichever way you’re familiar with.”

He mastered Perfect Level Choledochoduodenostomy of the Common Bile Duct. Regardless of which technique Zhang Anmin chose, Ling Ran could carry on with it and give Zhang Anmin guidance.

From Ling Ran’s point of view, since he was guiding him, it was only natural for Zhang Anmin to choose a surgical method he was familiar with since that could better improve his skills.

However, how could Zhang Anmin read Ling Ran’s mind?

He looked at Ling Ran with confused eyes, hoping to get some instruction again.

There was none.

Zhang Anmin could not help but feel a burst of despair. The operating theater had always been a place where a chief surgeon pretended to be someone amazing. But if the assistant did not cooperate well, thus causing the chief surgeon to be unable to flaunt his awesomeness, what kind of experience would that be?

That was what Zhang Anmin experienced in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery.

Zhang Anmin was silent for a long time, and finally, he said with a shaky voice, “Then… shall we use Roux-en-Y anastomosis?”

This was the most common surgery under cholecystojejunostomy, and it was also the basic surgical method of many variants of the surgery. There was not much room for the surgeon to show off, but it was the safest surgical method.

Nevertheless, in simple terms, Roux-en-Y anastomosis was definitely not as simple as choledochoduodenostomy.

Zhang Anmin did not know which one to choose either. Instinctively, he thought choosing the simplest surgical method might not fit into Doctor Ling’s disposition.

Ling Ran nonchalantly nodded.

Zhang Anmin could not help but breathe a sigh of relief and hurriedly marked a line on the patient’s belly. Due to his feeling of excitement, the line he marked was slightly crooked.

“I’ll redraw it.” Zhang Anmin did not dare say that he was making a change during the incision. If the line he drew was not even straight, there was no way his senior doctor would agree to him switching things when he performed the incision.

Zhang Anmin erased it in a flurry of motion with alcohol, then held the black pen and drew a line gently again.

The patient’s stomach was a little fat. At the end of the line, Zhang Anmin’s hand slipped, and the line was crooked again.

“I’ll… redraw it?” Zhang Anmin tentatively asked Ling Ran.

Ling Ran cordially nodded and said, “Change the pen to another color.”

Zhang Anmin agreed and extended his hand for another pen.

He drew the white line very carefully… and when it reached the end…

It became crooked!

“Can I change the pen to another color?” Zhang Anmin felt so guilty that his hand shook.

Nurse Niu was a little too lazy to get the pen and said, “Many patients’ incisions are not straight, so it doesn’t matter. When it’s bandaged, no one will notice it.”

Zhang Anmin glanced at Ling Ran discreetly and said, “I’m sorry, I’ll redraw another line.”

Wang Jia also said, “Doctor Ling would prefer straight lines, right?”

Ling Ran went along the flow and nodded.

Nurse Niu sighed and said, “Wait a second, I’ll look for some more colored pens.”

Zhang Anmin took a deep breath, wished himself luck, and continued to work hard in silence.

“It’s crooked.”

“Let’s try again later.”

“I’m sorry…”

Soon, the patient on the bed had a multi-colored, curved image of a fried dough stick, which had been formed by multiple lines, drawn on his abdomen.

“Let’s wipe it,” Zhang Anmin progressively moved from feeling guilty to getting used to it, and then, he no longer cared.

Ling Ran just held his hands vertically over his chest and did not urge Zhang Anmin to hurry up. After all, he was bothered by the crooked lines too. Compared to that, being exhausted from waiting was nothing.

“I’ll draw it again,” Zhang Anmin said, took the black pen, and drew a line seriously.

A straight line.

Zhang Anmin was stunned. He then doubted himself and asked, “I’m done?”

“I suppose so.” Doctor Niu yawned and glared at Zhang Anmin without bothering to hide her displeasure.

At the same time, a prompt of the completion of a mission appeared in front of Ling Ran.

[Mission Completed: Train a rookie.]

[Mission Aim: Increase the skill level of a doctor.]

[Reward: Intermediate Treasure Chest]

Ling Ran thought for three seconds before he asked, ‘System, what skill level has been increased? Zhang Anmin’s line drawing skills?’

“Yes,” the system answered very positively.

Ling Ran cast Zhang Anmin a profound gaze. In a day, he gave Ling Ran two Treasure Chests, and he could already be considered really amazing.

Zhang Anmin felt diffident again when he saw Ling Ran staring at him. He asked in a low voice, “Is that okay?”

“Yes, you can begin to make the incision now,” Ling Ran said. He looked at the two Intermediate Treasure Chests in the interface and decided to wait a little longer. He could get another Treasure Chest.