When the Doctor Uses A Hack - Chapter 257

Chapter 257: Chapter 258: Eh? Aren’t you Chen Cang?!

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Chang Honglei looked at Xing Yu. “I only have a forty percent chance of healing, and that’s only if you can complete a month of comprehensive rehabilitation at our hospital. In fact, the concept of cure is difficult to delineate accurately because we can only judge based on the information we have and our experience. Although we only have a forty percent success rate, I can guarantee the rate of tendon healing during the process, the early anti-tensile strength of the tendon, and so on…”

Actually, at this time, the healing rate has become a reflection of all doctors’ abilities!

At their level, it’s not about making empty promises, but about judging one’s confidence based on experience.

Every doctor has an internal scale, an approximate gauge for the healing of diseases.

Take Tan Zhonglin, for example. Right now, he’s feeling incredibly anxious, sensing that his healing rate is less than ten percent.

But can he say that?

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Of course not!

Yet, he dares not overstate it either!

After all, medical treatment is no joke. Based on his past experience with tendon suturing, out of twenty similar patients he treated, the success rate might only be about five to seven percent at most. He wouldn’t dare to guarantee anything higher, as there might not even be one successful case out of ten.

Looking at Wang Yushan and Chang Honglei’s fourteen to fifty percent, Tan Zhonglin couldn’t help but feel a whirlwind of emotions, tinged with a bit of shame.

But this kind of thing, when the healing rate exceeds twenty percent, relies not just on experience but also on talent!

Although Tan Zhonglin’s healing rate was less than ten percent, his efficiency could reach above ninety-five percent, with a significant recovery occupying more than eighty percent.

Tendon suturing, to put it bluntly, is something everyone can do, but the level of skill varies, the technique varies, and naturally, the results vary.

Tan Zhonglin believed that he had dedicated his life to this field and had gained some insights, but still, the complexity and difficulty of the patients he saw were ultimately no match for those in bigger hospitals.

Of course, there were many reasons, and besides personal factors, the environment was the most important!

The patients around you determine your level and abilities as a doctor!

Hospitals in places like Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen have one thing in common: they tend to specialize in common diseases and may study a minor ailment to the extreme.

Whereas in the relatively backward province of Dongyang, they are still satisfying basic needs; pursuing spiritual enjoyment and a higher level of aspiration hasn’t reached that point yet.

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This is like developed cities catering to people’s higher-level needs, while ordinary cities cater to the general needs of the masses.

So this is also a reason for the disparity!

In the capital, there may be a larger number of patients pursuing high-end service and demanding care for tendon injuries, resulting in a wealth of experience.

In Dongyang, most are still seeking a general effectiveness, just enough to not impact daily life.

The differences are significant, and so are the gaps in spending, with the cost of surgery potentially varying by several times.

This has led to doctors in different regions having different specializations and expertise in certain diseases.

With time, the fields they excel in, directions, and characteristics have gradually begun to differ.

Tan Zhonglin suddenly looked at Chen Cang, who was pondering at one side, and became curiously, wondering what Chen’s healing rate was.

At this thought, Tan Zhonglin chuckled to himself and shook his head. How old was Chen? If Chen Cang were a decade older, he too could make his mark on such a stage.

Tan Zhonglin sighed. He was too anxious. Young people must remember not to be reckless. However, Tan Zhonglin estimated that if Chen Cang chose the right path, he would at least reach the same level as Wang Yushan and Chang Honglei in the future.

Anyang wouldn’t be able to keep him after all!

After everyone had spoken, Xing Yu became somewhat silent. The highest probability of healing given was only fifty percent!

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This meant that there was a fifty percent chance he would not be able to play the piano in the future!

For a pianist, this was as agonizing as having been killed!

The very thing you take the most pride in, that which has defined your honors, might suddenly disappear, and the pain of this is worse than cutting flesh or scraping bones!

Chen Cang stood there, wondering what his own healing rate was.

Perhaps there’s a sixty percent chance?

But without absolute certainty, Chen Cang would never take the lead.

Forget it, it’s probably better not to get involved. A level 40 tendon monster isn’t worth it. With the system’s support, why worry about not having a chance to turn things around?

Thinking this, Chen Cang still felt one mustn’t be hasty like a dog!

After all.

The journey is long and winding, I shall venture through ups and downs before showing off my skills!

Xing Yu hesitated for a long time, after consulting with the vice president of the agency and negotiating with the insurance company, it seemed there weren’t many options left.

The best treatment now was Wang Yushan’s treatment plan!

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With that thought, Xing Yu gave a wry smile, “So I really don’t have a choice, do I?”

The others were silent; they were doctors, able to offer only these treatment plans. As for how the patient chooses, that was up to the patient themselves.

Xing Yu nodded, rose, and bowed slightly, “Directors, I’ll have to trouble you all, let’s prepare for the surgery!”

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After all, being in the Provincial People’s Hospital, no matter what, Tan Zhonglin still had to participate.

The final surgical team was confirmed: Wang Yushan as the chief surgeon, Chang Honglei assisting, and Tan Zhonglin helping.

The other directors headed to the conference room outside the operating room to watch the live broadcast of the surgery.

Chen Cang also wanted to see what a master’s surgery was like; frankly, he had never seen a great surgeon do tendon suturing, so it would be good to check it out.

Too bad he couldn’t be there in person; the feeling would have been much more real!

And he would have learned a lot more.

Just as Chen Cang was about to follow others to the conference room, Tan Zhonglin suddenly called out to him, “Chen, follow me to the Operating Room later.”

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Tan Zhonglin’s direction didn’t surprise Wang Yushan and Chang Honglei. After all, it was his turf, and it was understandable to call someone over. It must be one of Tan Zhonglin’s students.

However, Tan Zhonglin was really good to his students.

As Wang Yushan turned to look at Chen Cang, he suddenly froze, “Eh? You… you look familiar!”

After over a month, Wang Yushan felt Chen Cang looked familiar but couldn’t recall where he had seen him.

Chen Cang smiled slightly, “Director Wang, hello, I am Chen Cang.”

Wang Yushan clapped his hands with joy, “Ah, that’s why you looked familiar! I didn’t expect to meet you on such an occasion, haha, what a coincidence!”

Chen Cang smiled, “I’ve admired Director Wang for a long time. It’s an honor to observe the surgery up close today.”

Wang Yushan laughed heartily, “The operation you performed for us last time was truly exciting! Come on, let’s go to the Operating Room together, how about you lend a hand, act as an assistant?”

“Director Tan, is… is Chen your student? No wonder he has such excellent flap transplantation skills!”

Wang Yushan’s words left Tan Zhonglin in a haze, uncertain about what he was talking about.

Tan Zhonglin smiled, “Director Wang, you misunderstand. Chen is also good at tendon suturing. We frequently exchange with the Second Provincial Hospital. Chen is very promising. I wanted him to observe the surgery. As for taking part, there’s no need; he’s still young!”

Wang Yushan smiled, understanding Tan Zhonglin’s intention. He would have done the same for Wang Yushan, after all.

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An excellent junior is someone everyone would protect wholeheartedly.

No one would willingly take their own student to a controversial surgery.