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Although Kong Xiangming felt a little embarrassed, he still went up and sutured the skin.
It was, after all, the flap of the finger. There were a lot of capillaries and fats beneath it. The surgeon had to be very meticulous during the suturing. Kong Xiangming would rather swallow his pride and suture it once in front of Wang Haiyang as well as Ling Ran than go around and ask for help should there be problems in the future.
He often enthusiastically invited famous doctors from various hospitals as freelance surgeons. However, he did not always get the chance to suture the flap.
Ling Ran left the chief surgeonâs spot, looked at the screen, and fell into deep thought. He only took off his gloves after Kong Xiangming completed the suture and after Wang Haiyang announced that the surgery had ended.
âSorry to trouble you, Chief Physician Wang, Doctor Ling Ran.â Kong Xiangming shook their hands respectively and helped them step open the operating theaterâs door.
The group of people departed one after another, leaving behind only a junior doctor to manage the operating table for subsequent procedures. This was also something that Yiyuan County Hospital took rather seriously. If it had been Yun Hua Hospital, the doctors would have all left swiftly.
âChief Physician Wang, itâs lunchtime now. Please donât be in a hurry to leave. Letâs sit together and eat in the canteen, shall we?â Kong Xiangming showed boundless hospitality by extending the invitation.
Normal freelance surgeons would leave after they had performed their surgeries. If they stayed around after one surgery, it meant that they were waiting for a second surgery.
However, while the chief physicians from the Cardiology Department could perform three coronary bypass surgeries in one go, doctors from the Hand Surgery Department could not perform three finger replantation surgeries in one breath. Finger replantations were emergency surgeries, so it was impossible for them to get all patients together to receive surgery.
However, Wang Haiyang was not in a hurry. He looked at Ling Ran and smiled before he said, âThen letâs go to the canteen for a meal. We wonât drink. After that, weâll rush back.â
âAll right. Even if you wanted to drink, I wouldnât have the courage to offer you wine. Itâs very troublesome right now,â Kong Xiangming grumbled a little before he led the group to the canteen. He apologized as he excused himself and said, âLet me go and notify the family members. The patient should have woken up from the anesthesia by now.â
âOf course, itâs only your responsibility to do so.â Wang Haiyang smiled and nodded.
Kong Xiangming hesitated for a moment before he smiled again and asked, âLetâs make an estimation. Do you think the patient will be able to get an âexcellentâ during his hand function assessment?â
âLing Ran, what do you think?â Wang Haiyang had given up his position as chief surgeon during the most important blood vessel anastomosis and nerve anastomosis. His judgment was no longer very accurate for the surgery.
Ling Ran said, âThe chances of obtaining âexcellentâ wonât be high,the chances of obtaining âgoodâ for the test will be higher. Thereâs a chance that the finger may suffer necrosis.â
âWhat?â Kong Xiangming did not expect Ling Ran to say that.
Wang Haiyang looked at Ling Ran in surprise as well. Based on his memories, Ling Ranâs results when it came to finger replantation surgeries had always been extremely good.
When he thought of that, Wang Haiyang intentionally asked, âLing Ran, is it because you werenât used to the machines?â
âThe machines were fine. Itâs just the quality of the patientâs blood vessels and nerves that were rather bad. We should⦠review it based on the survival chances of a seventy-year-old elderly patientâs finger after finger replantation,â Ling Ran explained briefly.
From his point of view, the finger replantation surgery was performed well, but there was always a chance for the surgery to fail. For example, the finger replantation surgery for an old seventy-year-old man would have a much higher failure rate compared with a man at the prime of his life.
Wang Haiyangâs expression was rather unpleasant. If he had known that the condition of the patientâs blood vessel was so bad, he might not have become a freelance surgeon for the surgery.
The doctors who were prepared to eat and chat also lost their interest to talk as the atmosphere became moody.
Kong Xiangming was also a little disappointed. He forced himself to smile, and asked, âIf thatâs the case, Iâll tell the patient⦠Um, Doctor Ling, what do you think are the chances that the patient will obtain âexcellentâ in his hand function assessment?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Based on the grades, obtaining âexcellentâ or âgoodâ ratings for replanted fingers were rather satisfactory results. If the finger only scored a passing grade, then its functionality would be highly affected. There would also be a lot of sequelae. The functionality of that finger would only be slightly better than that of an amputated finger. One could say that it would not possess any sort of functionality.
In other words, when the patient asked for a famous doctor to come as a freelance surgeon to operate on him, it meant that the patient hoped to receive finger replantation surgery that would help him score an excellent grade during the hand function assessment. He did not just want to obtain a passing grade.
Ling Ran thought about it carefully for a few seconds and said, âThe chances of obtaining âexcellentâ during the hand function assessment is around 90%.â
âWhat do you mean?â Kong Xiangming furrowed his eyebrows. âDidnât you just say that the chances of obtaining âexcellentâ in the test werenât high, and there was a certain probability of necrosis happening?â
Ling Ran shook his head. âWhat I meant was there wouldnât be a high probability of achieving excellence, but the probability of it being âgoodâ is relatively high. Besides, thereâs always a certain probability of necrosis anyway. It wouldnât be a surprise if it happened in seventy-year-old blood vessels. Arenât we supposed to be a little modest when we explain the situation to the patientâs family?â
Kong Xiangming looked at Ling Ran and was skeptical. âI guess you donât really know how to spell modesty, huh?â
Kong Xiangming summed everything up. âSo, you think that thereâs a 90% chance of obtaining âexcellentâ.â
âYes.â
âWhatâs the probability of obtaining âgoodâ then?â
âI canât give you an accurate assessment now. Iâd say less than 50%,â Ling Ran replied helplessly. âAt most, itâs 50%.â
âThe probability of necrosis is less than 10%?â Kong Xiangming calculated via subtraction.
âUnder such circumstances, if we only obtain a âpassâ during the test, Iâm afraid that complications will easily occur.â Ling Ran paused for a while and said, âIf the complications are serious, we may need to amputate it.â
Kong Xiangmingâs cheek muscles twitched, and he said, âEven so, you think the possibility of obtaining âpassâ and necrosis is only 10%.â
âWell, itâs my personal judgment,â Ling Ran said with ease and continued, âIâm just worried that youâll make unrealistic promises to the patientâs family.â
âOkay, I understand. Doctor Ling, thank you for your explanation.â Kong Xiangming laughed until his cheek muscles were stiff before he looked at Wang Haiyang.
What could Wang Haiyang say? He could only shrug and say, âDoctor Ling has a 95% âexcellentâ rate in Yun Hua Hospital.â
The doctors present on the scene knew that Ling Ran had performed more than one hundred finger replantation surgeries and replanted less than three hundred fingers. Among those cases, only fifteen fingers obtained âpassâ or ended up unsuccessful. Plus, the owners of the fingers that failed and barely passed were different sorts of patients: the inevitable diabetic patients, the commonly-seen patients with hypertension, patients with the Three-Hyper Diseases [1], elderly patients who were similar to Boss Cha, even twenty-five-year-old white-haired programmers, and doctors who stayed up for six months during their internshipâ¦
Kong Xiangming easily came to the conclusion that Ling Ran believed a replanted finger with blood vessels akin to a seventy-year-oldâs would have a 90% probability rate of obtaining âexcellentâ during the hand function assessment.
Inexplicably, Kong Xiangming suddenly wanted to laugh. He wanted to laugh at himself, then laugh at Ling Ran. He wanted to laugh at Ling Ran in a mocking but relieved manner.
âChief Physician Wang, Doctor Ling,â Kong Xiangming held both of their hands and sincerely said, âyou must try the ox aorta in our canteen. The ox aorta cooked in the skillet is Yiyuan Countyâs special delicacy.â
Wang Haiyang did not know why Kong Xiangming would suddenly mention ox aorta, but he was convinced that he did not want to continue chatting.
As he watched Kong Xiangming turn away with a smile, for some strange reason, Wang Haiyang found it natural, as though that was how things should happen.
Kong Xiangming returned to the cafeteria half an hour later.
When he came back, he had readjusted his mood before he reported to Wang Haiyang and Ling Ran, âThe patient is doing quite well. The color in both fingers is very good, and the edema isnât very serious.â
Wang Haiyang also breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, âAfter all, heâs only in his forties and heâs not really seventy years old.â
âHowever, he wonât be in great condition either.â The blood vessels left a deep impression on Ling Ran during the surgery. Just as the chef started to serve their food, Ling Ran pointed at the ox aorta in the middle. He said, âIf you look at the patientâs aorta, youâll find that while the thickness of his aorta may not reach this level, the hardness should be there.â
Ox aorta referred to the aorta of a cow, so it was very appropriate to compare the patientâs aorta with an ox aorta.
Kong Xiangming laughed. âWhen the boss wakes up, Iâll tell him this story. Ahh, all of his problems are caused by excessive drinking and eating due to business dinners. A normal person wouldnât have such symptoms like his.â
Everyone listened and laughed. A doctor under Kong Xiangming took the opportunity to be a little aggressive and asked, âDoctor Ling, when you read the MRI scans earlier, did you notice that the patientâs blood vessels had hardened?â
âIsnât it written in his medical record?â Ling Ran looked at him strangely.
The doctor was stunned for a few seconds before his face turned red.
âDoctor Ling, please try an ox aorta.â Kong Xiangming stood up and used the chopsticks provided to give Ling Ran an ox aorta. He smiled. âDoctor Ling, see, our ox aorta is obviously white, but do you know why we also call it yellow throat?â
Ling Ran shook his head.
âBecause if we had called it white throat, it would be diphtheria, and thatâs a disease, hahahahaâ¦â Kong Xiangming laughed out loud as he told them this doctor joke.
Ling Ran and Wang Haiyang looked at Kong Xiangming in a dumbfounded manner. They looked as if they could not wrap their minds around the joke. Kong Xiangmingâs men had listened to the joke too many times and could not laugh. The atmosphere became cold again.
Kong Xiangming coughed and cleared his throat. The young doctors who played the comedic role in his witty conversations started to laugh slowly.
Wang Haiyang secretly sighed to himself. âHis level of humor is so bad that if he were to be in Yun Hua Hospital, he wouldnât even pass the internship.â
At that moment, Ling Ran burst out laughing.