Chapter 632: One Hundred Thousand Yuan

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In the breakfast room of Jinghua Sixth Hospital, there was a lot of laughter.

Doctors in white coats or hand-painted uniforms run around carrying plates with their precious claws, ordering a bowl of tofu nao, a cup of soy milk, and spitting out a cup of soy juice...

Today's breakfast is free. It can be said that it has been the most generous breakfast meeting in the Sixth Hospital of Jinghua in recent years.

The doctors and nurses who went out to the hospital for surgery in the early morning, as well as the medical staff who came to the hospital in advance, joined in one after another, and they did not dislike delicacies such as tofu nao soy milk.

Zhang Anmin drank two bowls of tofu nao in one go, ate another bowl of marinated stew, and also ate coke rings. He poured a glass of soy milk, and the whole person exuded the joy of taking advantage of it.

Zuo Cidian, who was also poor and couldn't afford to change his underwear, showed the experience of middle-aged people in the workplace who have been poor for half a lifetime. He didn't drink time-consuming tofu nao, first poured three bowls of soy milk in one go, and then served a few deep-fried dough sticks Bring it to the table, wait for Ling Ran to eat it first, and then go back to pick up the stewed soup. When he comes back, continue the stewed stew for Ling Ran, drink two cups of soy milk in one go, and then go to get other food When working, I will not be hungry, and the leader will not be in a hurry.

Xu Wen, who grew up learning all kinds of skills, did not have the reserve of the Beijing Hospital. In front of many colleagues, he helped Ling Ran make seasonings, took chopsticks, wiped the table, handed tissues, and tried his best to introduce the special dishes of each breakfast spot. .

The food in the capital has always been based on stories, such as donkey rolling, noodles with fried sauce, and if you add stories, it is at the level of six or seven points, which is comparable to Quanjude roast duck. Even if it is Quanjude roast duck with stories, it is at the level of eight points. However, the high-level hot pot is far from matching the status of the capital.

One can imagine how miserable it would be to eat snacks in the capital without a story.

Xu Wen used his own words and stories accumulated over twenty years to increase the value of breakfast.

A meal, the host and guest enjoy themselves.

At the end of the session, the chefs from the Sixth Hospital even served a portion of their liver, which was very popular.

A group of doctors happily showed off their livers like children:

"The upper part of the left outer lobe, the best place to eat."

"S4 left inner lobe."

"My piece looks like a square leaf, it's a little thick."

"It's a bit like the lower branch that Dr. Ling cut today,

Yes or no? Oops, this pig is not a cancer pig. "

"Pigs that are less than one year old, even if they have primary liver cancer, may not be able to show it, and you don't look in the mirror. How can you be so lucky?"

Ling Ran listened to their chat with great interest and ate several slices of liver.

Seeing that Ling Ran was happy, Xu Wen also had a smile on his face: "The chef in the cafeteria, the more cheap the ingredients, the easier it is for him to cook. When I first entered the hospital, I often ate pork liver and rabbit meat. At that time, we often practiced with rabbits."

"Pork liver is not too expensive." Zuo Cidian also picked up a piece, sorted it out, had no clue, and quickly stuffed it into his mouth, saying vaguely: "It's a pity that pig liver can't be transplanted to humans, otherwise, it would save us a lot thing."

"I heard that there are related researches, and it's hard to say whether they can produce results." Xu Wen said casually, and then said: "Does Doctor Ling want to take a break? What time do you think the next seminar will be compared?" suitable."

"Let's start directly." Ling Ran replied.

"Okay." Xu Wen guessed that he was too. If Ling Ran was willing to rest, he should have rested yesterday, why wait until the operation is finished before resting.

Seeing that Ling Ran was full and the table was clear, Vice President Wang Zhian walked over with a smile and said hello, also talking about the seminar. For them, the operation is one aspect, and the seminar is also the highlight.

The promotion is only possible after the summary of the seminar.

Everyone then moved to the conference room. The layout this time was simpler than that of Yunli Medicine, but there were more doctors participating.

Meng Shan followed into the meeting room.

Hei still had to go to work, so he couldn't stay up late to follow him.

The doctors sat in the large conference room in disorder. For this level of promotional meetings, the organizers naturally hope that the more the better, there will be no additional requirements for the participants.

On the big screen in the meeting room, today's surgery scene was quickly released.

With a smile on his face, Wang Zhian said to Ling Ran: "Doctor Ling, today's seminar is specially for you. Why don't you explain it to everyone first."

Ling Ran said "Yes" and was not polite. He took out the laser pointer, waited for a few seconds, and said, "Now it's the surgery part, um... it's mainly a matter of choosing the location, because I have seen the MRI beforehand." , Therefore, what I plan is to do irregular hepatectomy, which is also the current mainstream choice. Compared with regular hepatectomy, it can reduce intraoperative bleeding and shorten the operation time... In order to fully expose the operative field, I chose The current position of the opening and the distance of the opening also need to be strictly controlled..."

With just one operation, Ling Ran said a long string.

As the video progressed, Ling Ran had too many things to talk about, and the time was tight, so Ling Ran's language quickly became more concise: Here is the discovery of intrahepatic metastases, and intrahepatic metastases are not terrible. It’s fine, the main concern is the operation time, the tolerance of the elderly is not good... Oh, at this time, we need to deal with the portal vein first. The portal vein is the most common complicated problem in liver surgery. Here we use a special plan..."

The liver cancer surgery in the past few days was not completely fruitless for Ling Ran.

For him, master-level liver resection can be said to be well-understood, and now the surgery, which has been deliberately increased in difficulty, just fits his technical level, so Ling Ran soon came to his own conclusion.

Even if virtual humans are not used, Ling Ran concluded that for liver cancer patients, the survival rate can actually be improved to a certain extent.

The doctors present also listened very carefully.

To be honest, although there are many opportunities for communication among doctors in the capital city, there are very few such out-of-province flying knives. Therefore, doctors in Beijing can easily get in touch with advanced foreign experience, but rarely have opportunities for horizontal communication.

To communicate horizontally, it is when you go out to throw knives or go out to a meeting.

This kind of feeling is a bit like a disciple of a famous sect, either training hard in the sect, or visiting experts outside the world. Only after practicing, will there be a chance to enter the world.

But before that, it's not a bad thing to learn more about Jianghu, and maybe grow faster.

Most of the doctors listened very seriously, only Meng Shan, gradually getting bored, couldn't help scratching her head.

"I can't wait any longer." Meng Shan frowned, seeing that dog licking would increase again, and if she waited any longer, Ling Ran's expectations would skyrocket.

Meng Shan patted the briefcase on his waist, which contained a bank card worth 100,000 yuan.

This number, if you say it is too much, is not too much, and if you say it is too small, it is not too much. Meng Shan thinks it should reflect her sincerity.

With 100,000 yuan in her pocket, Meng Shan was looking forward to it.

When it was finally time for the seminar to end, Meng Shan stood up involuntarily.

"Thank you for participating, I can go to the restaurant next door for dinner later..." Several medical representatives suddenly appeared in the meeting room, and handed out explanatory pamphlets one by one.

The medical representative sent to Meng Shan has an outstanding temperament...

"Are you Yunli's salesman?" Meng Shan looked at him in surprise.

"Not really." Tian Qi, who was helping to distribute the pamphlets, smiled nicely, and said again: "I just want to do something for Dr. Ling."

Meng Shan nodded subconsciously, and then looked at her clothes.

Meng Shan, who often had to give gifts to Xiaosan, immediately spotted the Hermès Birkin bag that Tian Qi was carrying, which cost 100,000 yuan. Going up the bag, you can see the Rolex of Panda Di she brought, which seems to have a base of 100,000.

Meng Shan patted his briefcase containing 100,000 yuan again, suddenly feeling a little panicked.