Chapter 937: Chapter 937: Really Rich

Lao Yongyong looked at Ling Ran’s fingers moving; he really looked as if he was performing magic.

However, he knew Faulkner did not mean this.

“Are there any problems in the surgery, Mister Faulkner?” This concerned Lao Yongyong the most, and it was also the key question that he kept asking Faulkner.

“How would I know now?” Faulkner answered unhappily.

No matter how well the surgery was performed, there would still be a probability of failure, especially during a major surgery like gastrectomy in combination with hepatic resection. There were bound to be problems during the surgery, and the severity of the condition all came into play. In the end, it was still a surgery that sought life in the midst of death, and there were dangers lurking around in the surgery.

If they were to describe the situation in terms of a plot in an erotic novel, the nearly perfect combined liver and pancreatic radical surgery was like building a harem in a highly guarded, high-level women’s prison. Not only must the male protagonist be suited to have a harem, but he must also have the mentality of governing a country when managing the harem. The writer must also lay out the groundwork and be logical. It was only then that the novel would be rather interesting when it was close to the climax. The author would also know when to delve deep or touch briefly upon the core, whether he should go into detail during the hooks, and whether the emotional parts were fascinating.

Faulkner had a faintly feeling that the surgery today would mostly be successful.

Why would he have such a premonition? Because he had always been successful in the surgeries he performed, and he had never been as fluid in his motions as Ling Ran was. Therefore, when Ling Ran’s surgery proceeded so smoothly, if it did not end up successful, no one else would dare perform combined liver and pancreatic radical surgery?

Faulkner was slightly irritated. He had read the information regarding the patient for more than a day so that he could participate in the surgery today, but how could he participate in it now?

Befuddlement showed in Faulkner’s eyes. He glanced at Lao Yongyong before he looked at Hospital Director Bo. In his mind, he recalled the agreement he had signed.

His aim was to perform the surgery, make a lot of money, pay the alimony, send his kids to summer camp with the remaining pay, and get ten days to relax. Therefore, Faulkner had many requests for the terms during the surgical part of the agreement.

However, because of it, even if there was no need for him to participate in the surgery, while Faulkner could still get a lot of money, it would not be enough for the summer camp.

The specialist attending physician of Mayo Clinic had flown all the way to China, but could not earn enough for a summer camp. His ex-wife’s boyfriend might laugh at him when he returns.

Faulkner scowled.

Lao Yongyong always paid attention to the foreign doctors’ facial expressions, especially when it came to these two American doctors’ facial expressions. They affected Lao Yongyong’s old but greedy heart all the time.

Lao Yongyong turned his direction and asked for help, “Hospital Director Bo, what’s the situation now?”

“Everything’s going well.” Hospital Director Bo’s attitude was neither good nor bad. He just gave a straight answer.

“But these foreign doctors are behaving slightly strangely.” Lao Yongyong smiled in an abashed manner and said, “Don’t laugh at me, but Chairman Du’s illness really makes me feel uneasy.”

“If I were at your place, I would also feel uneasy,” Hospital Director Bo smiled and said honestly, but at the same time, he regarded Lao Yongyong in contempt again. It was excusable if his skills were bad, but if he could not analyze the simple mindset of these foreign doctors, then he was of really low standards.

Lao Yongyong’s concern might have impaired his judgment, and he still looked perturbed.

His facial expression and movements puzzled Faulkner once more.

‘Is there still a variable I’m not aware of?’

When he considered things from this perspective, it was not strange if something did happen during the surgery.

Combined liver and pancreatic radical surgery had always been a complicated, major surgery, so it was not strange if there were two or even three chief surgeons in a surgery in one go.

This sort of surgery was rare in the field of general surgery. While in the field of neurocranial surgery or field of neurosurgery, such a division of labor had long since become a mature system. Three surgeons would take turns performing a surgery for six to eight hours as if they were fighting a long war, and it was very normal.

When Faulkner thought about this, he observed Ling Ran closely again. He could not help but think. ‘At his age, it’s already impressive for him to perform liver surgery so well. In this case, could it be that he doesn’t know how to perform stomach surgery?

‘Naturally, it would be of a slight exaggeration to say that he doesn’t know how to do it. I should say that he isn’t that skilled in stomach surgery.’ The more Faulkner thought about it, the more logical he found it to be.

If he was still Ling Ran’s age, Faulkner would never have thought about things like this. After all, when a surgeon’s standards in his specialized field was high enough for him to be of world class, it was still very easy for him to learn the skills in the related field, even if he could not reign supreme in all fields.

Doctors who worked on the stomach but did not approach liver surgery were commonly seen in the surgical field, but doctors who worked on the liver yet did not know how to work on the stomach were very rare.

Ling Ran’s age had caused Faulkner to come upon such a conclusion. ‘Perhaps he is one of those students who learned how to do liver surgeries in one of those crash course thingies they do in the east, which is why he can do so well in hepatectomy, but he might have in-born disadvantages in other perspectives.’

Faulkner looked at the surgical operation on the screen with slight expectation.

*Whish, whish! Whish…*

Ling Ran completed the hepatectomy step by step without any accidents or surprises happening during that time. It was calm, like an art film that could continuously intrigue a person’s mind and fluctuate their emotions, but when they watched it carefully, they would realize that it was merely an illusion of suspense. They might think that there was something meaningful about it, but when they really thought about it, they would understand that it was totally meaningless!

It was really meaningless!

It was just a simple hepatectomy and gastrectomy. When Ling Ran started to perform the gastrectomy, Faulkner totally understood the situation.

The young doctor in front of him did not only perform hepatectomy well, but he could also handle gastrectomy well, in a way that was probably better than him. However, Faulkner was not willing to compare himself to Ling Ran anymore, because he understood one thing: this summer, he needed to spend thirteen days with his three lovely children. Was there anything else that was more nightmare-inducing than this?

Corbert kindly advised him, “Doctor Faulkner, do you want to sit down and take a rest? You’ve been standing for a long time.”

“Hmm? How long?” Faulkner seemed to be startled.

“About an hour. You’ve been standing since the start of the surgery.” Corbert looked energetic, like he had taken about an hour to watch a movie. Naturally, for a doctor at his level, he would definitely be happier watching a movie when he could watch a surgery on the spot that could allow him to learn something from it, and on top of it, to get paid for his trouble.

Faulkner also lowered his head and looked at his Rolex GMT-Master II 116710BLNR. He had earned this watch when he went to Japan for a consultation last time, but now, it reminded him of something. ‘The hepatectomy section of the combined liver and pancreatic radical surgery only took slightly over one hundred minutes to complete.’

“So, really, why have you invited us to China?” Faulkner turned around suddenly and looked at Hospital Director Bo as well as Lao Yongyong.

The two of them looked at each other, and a few doctors from Yun Hua Hospital perked up.

“We would like to ask you to give some necessary consultations on the surgery…” Lao Yongyong explained to the interpreter in a low voice.

Faulkner was so enraged that he laughed. “I don’t see what needs consultation. I actually know what you’re thinking. You Chinese just want to prove to us Western doctors that even though others need an entire lifetime to learn something, your genii can just learn it in a few years, right? Is this an international medical competition? Which market do you want to get into? Asia? Africa?”

Mayo Clinic was famous because it was an international hospital, and it must be famous because it was an international hospital. They drew patients from all around the world.

Therefore, Faulkner naturally expanded his thoughts.

Hospital Director Bo wanted to laugh, but he dared not. “Mister Faulkner, we really just want to ask for your consultation. You don’t need to be overthinking things.”

“Consultation? You’ve paid too much for a consultation.” Faulkner shook his head.

“But we are willing to pay this much.” Lao Yongyong did not want the Americans to struggle on this problem.

Faulkner laughed at this time, “Why are you willing to pay so much? Who would pay such an expensive consultation fee just to get a consultation? ”

“We are willing.” Lao Yongyong forced himself to answer.

Faulkner was stunned. Then, after a long time, he said, “The Chinese really are rich.”