Great Doctor Ling Ran

Chapter 79: Three Thousand Times

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“I’m taking a break. Call me after thirty minutes.”

Ling Ran put the ‘Chinese Critical Care Medicine’ under his arm and went to the waiting room.

He was looking for a relatively quiet place to unlock the treasure chest.

Both Ma Yanlin and Lu Wenbin had thought that Ling Ran was going back to read his own article, and they could only envy him in secret.

In today’s hospitals, no matter how ugly, handsome, ordinary, or how forgettable a doctor was, only doctors who published academic research papers were the cream of the crop.

Ma Yanlin was still serving his housemanship. He quickly composed himself. When Ling Ran left, he exchanged looks with Lu Wenbin and laughed.

“Flatterer” was what Lu Wenbin intended to call him. Although he had a big waist, tattooed hindquarters, and looked like a pig when he performed a deep squat while looking like a goat when he performed a bench press, Lu Wenbin was a civilized person. He just clenched his right hand into a fist and put it into his left palm, before making three consecutive cracking sounds. His fifteen inch guns bulged as he applied pressure.

Ma Yanlin chuckled four times, seemingly completely unbothered. He went to a corner and started playing with his pad.

The waiting room in the morning was still quiet. The doctors who came this early in the morning were up and about on their hospital rounds, and those who had no ward rounds would not even be in the building yet.

Ling Ran went into the empty waiting room, locked the door, and activated the system to open the treasure chest.

The silver-white Intermediate Treasure Chest slowly opened, and a silver-white skill book gradually manifested itself.

“There goes my efforts in looking for an empty room.” Ling Ran got up and unlocked the door lock before he went through the skill book.

[Experience in Regional Anatomical Dissection: Gained the experience of dissecting three thousand upper limbs.]

The description of the skill book was simple enough. It promptly vanished.

Ling Ran’s mind once again took in a lifetime of medical knowledge.

‘Three thousand upper limb dissections?’

When Ling Ran thought of this, his brain immediately supplied him with a large number of upper limb dissection processes.

Monotonous, repetitive, and uninteresting dissections.

However, the information they brought was extensive.

The thicker stratum corneum was denser and required more force.

Skin without sebaceous glands and hair was part of hand anatomy, but there were also some special cases.

Dermatoglyphics spoke of the characteristics of the hand.

The skin was rich with peripheral nerves, and it was the main reason for doctors to palpate without gloves. These peripheral sensory nerves provided information that was difficult to obtain even with a large number of instruments.

The familiar tendon names, such as musculus brachioradialis, flexor carpi radialis, palmaris longus tendon, flexor digitorum superficialis, flexor carpi ulnaris, and so on had increased Ling Ran’s understanding towards arm tendons to a high degree.

Macroscopically, everyone’s tendons was almost similar. A normal person would have five fingers in the same position.

But under the microscope, everyone’s hands were very different.

Fat people, thin people, muscular people, patients with skeletal dysplasias …

The structure of the hand was originally supposed to be something he would only become familiar to through repeated surgeries and dissections, but at that moment, it was all simplified and inserted into Ling Ran’s mind.

He never thought that someone would dissect three thousand upper limbs.

He could not furthermore imagine the clarity and detail that one would possess after having dissected three thousand hands in the medical world.

What exactly did three thousand dissections entail?

If you were to dissect two bodies every day, that would take one thousand five hundred days. You would have to stay in the dissection room for 5 years without any rest or annual leave.

In fact, even a forensic doctor who professionally dissected corpses had rarely dissected three thousand times in his career spanning over a period of twenty to thirty years, especially when the number and quality of dissections they performed while they were novices in the field would be subpar in quality. The number of abnormal deaths in normal areas were not high enough, either. For most forensic doctors or doctors, completing three thousand anatomy dissections was an unachievable, distant goal.

Historically, it was said that the head of the Second Vienna Medical School, Rokitansky, had completed thirty thousand anatomy dissection case studies in thirty-nine years, from October 1827 to March 1866. That period was also the peak period of the study of human anatomy. Rokitansky was a professional professor of pathological anatomy. His research was based on anatomy dissection. His work was anatomy dissection. He had a professional assistant and students responsible for anatomical dissections in the university. There was also an endorsement from the University of Vienna during that peak.

Nearly one hundred and fifty years after the death of Rokitansky, hospitals, and universities rarely carried out dissections. Universities could not afford to bring in bodies all the time, because the price of a corpse was bloody expensive, and the supply was insufficient. Two hundred human bodies each year would be the realm of tycoons.

Meanwhile, hospitals felt that such programmes were completely unnecessary, and that they were too lazy to have appropriate personnel persuading family members to allow them to carry out an anatomy dissection on their deceased family members. On the other hand, the results of modern autopsies proved that two-thirds of deaths were related to diagnosis errors, and it naturally led to hospitals being averse to dissections because they were wary of lawsuits.

Therefore, doctors who grew up in the twenty-first century would find it very rare and highly valuable to even be able to perform three hundred upper limb anatomical dissections, much less three thousand times.

The experience of performing three thousand dissections could make one be regarded as the top benchmark in the industry.

Ling Ran believed that the difficulty of acquiring the experience of performing three thousand upper limb dissections should be equivalent to the difficulty of acquiring the Perfect Level Barehanded Bleeding Control. Both belonged to doctors who had to devote their whole lives to medicine to be able to obtain their respective knowledge.

In terms of usage, unless there was going to be a day Ling Ran would be sent to the battlefield, the experience of hand anatomy dissections appeared to be more valuable.

However, such an analogy was not entirely accurate. The application of the regional anatomical dissection of the hand was narrow. Perhaps that was the reason why the Intermediate Treasure Chest could only be considered an intermediate-ranked chest.

Various ideas came rushing through Ling Ran’s mind, but he gave up on them quickly. He poured himself a glass of water, leaned back against his chair, raised his hands towards the sun, and began surveying them silently.

At this point, what he saw was a pair of hands, but countless details emerged in his mind.

‘Perfect metacarpus, perfect phalanx, perfect thenar eminence, perfect hypothenar, perfect lumbricals, perfect transverse palmar crease, perfect distal wrist crease…’

“Dr. Ling, are you doing a palm reading?”

Nurse Wang Jia pushed the door opened, just to see Ling Ran looking at the lines on his palm.

“I am thinking about the anatomical diagram of the hand,” Ling Ran was still looking at his palm when he answered her.

Wang Jia’s eyes widened, looked at Ling Ran, and looked at his hand. She sighed secretly.

‘You might be a Prince Charming, but you are so unapproachable. How do I even start a conversation with you? Oh, but you’re really so handsome.’

“Doctor Ling, why don’t you read my palm?”

Wang Jia went up and extended her white and tender little hand to Ling Ran.

Ling Ran had coincidentally wanted to find another hand to compare. He then grabbed her palm with his hand and looked at it, “The dorsal palmar crease is not too obvious, the metacarpus is nice to touch, slightly smaller than a normal person, nothing special…”

Wang Jia almost blacked out there and then. She was also writhing anxiously. There was only one phrase echoing in her mind right then. ‘We’re holding hands, holding hands, holding hands…’

“Hah…” Ling sighed softly.

Anatomy dissection in the medical field had reached its peak, it no longer aimed to seek a standard model. Instead, the abnormal cases were the ones that had real academic value or medical significance.

For example, Haeckel, the father of anatomy, led his study on embryology based on congenital anomalies. Rokitansky’s most important monograph had been on Ventricular Septal Defects (VSD). The most striking disease in the Atlas of Human Cardiac Anatomy was the rare polyarteritis nodosa.

Wang Jia’s hand was not deformed. For Ling Ran who had just gained the experience of performing three thousand upper limb dissections, there was nothing to study.

Ling Ran put it back on the table.

Wang Jia gasped. She grieved, because she just lost Ling Ran’s hand.

After a long time, Wang Jia returned to her senses and asked, “Why did you just sigh?”

“I found that your little finger is shorter, and I suspect that the middle section is shorter. I’ve touched it for a while and felt that it wasn’t up to a standard anatomy.” Ling Ran stood up regrettably and asked, “Is the operating theater ready?”

“Yes…” Wang Jia had an impulse of pouncing on and biting Ling Ran. ‘The middle section of my finger is short? How about I bite off YOUR middle section, huh?’

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