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Vestidos de Branco e Armados Zhen Xiong Chu Mo 7813 words 2026-08-05 04:02:52

“Doctor Luo, I heard that even minimally invasive surgery for ovarian cysts requires lying in bed for three days afterward. We need to head back now and avoid moving the incision, in case there are any complications later.”

The patient’s family looked apprehensive.

“That’s true. The earliest ovarian cyst surgeries involved open abdominal incisions—about this size.”

Dr. Luo Hao gestured with his hand, indicating an incision roughly 10 centimeters long.

“The skin and muscle layers would be cut open to enter the abdominal cavity and completely remove the cyst, aiming for a thorough cure.”

“About a decade ago, laparoscopic surgery began to be used clinically. This technique typically involves making a small hole near the navel and using instruments to peel off the cyst. However, it’s not as convenient as direct manual operation under open surgery. As a result, most procedures performed aren’t radical cures but rather drainage or decompression surgeries.”

Drainage or decompression surgery, as the name implies, is fairly straightforward.

Dr. Luo briefly explained the surgical methods.

“This approach’s advantage is minimal trauma; the downside is a higher chance of recurrence compared to open surgery, and it tends to be more expensive.”

“So, what kind of surgery are we doing?” both the patient and family members asked simultaneously, looking up at Dr. Luo.

“We draw out the fluid inside, then use alcohol or a similar agent to solidify the cyst lining, preventing or reducing fluid leakage, which achieves the therapeutic goal.”

Though Dr. Luo had explained this many times before, he patiently repeated it again as they inquired.

He showed no sign of irritation, explaining as if it were the first time.

“The benefits of this procedure are almost no trauma, very low risk, and a relatively low postoperative recurrence rate.”

“And the drawbacks?” the patient and family asked in unison.

“From my perspective and knowledge, there really aren’t any.”

The family hesitated, sensing that a claim of ‘no drawbacks’ seemed hard to believe.

Nothing is without flaws.

“Doctor Luo, can this surgery be completely thorough?”

“Whether open surgery, laparoscopic, or puncture solidification procedures, there is always a chance of recurrence. The recurrence rate for our method is similar to that of laparoscopic surgery, which is not particularly high,” Dr. Luo explained further. “However, even the most minimally invasive laparoscopic surgery requires inserting a scope and two instruments through incisions.”

“This affects the peritoneum and the outer membranes of abdominal organs, which means there’s always some risk of intestinal adhesions or obstruction later on. Our interventional surgery is different—a single needle puncture causes minimal impact, right?”

The patient and family exchanged glances, finding Dr. Luo’s reasoning convincing.

After a few seconds, the patient’s spouse asked, “Doctor Luo, to be frank, is the recurrence rate really that high after surgery?”

“The recurrence rate…” At that moment, the professional resources from the system's library came into play.

Dr. Luo cited authoritative references while the family searched online for answers.

Clearly, the internet offered a wide range of recurrence rates—from 5% to 50%—which failed to satisfy the family.

In contrast, Dr. Luo’s citations from top-tier global journals carried much more weight.

“The postoperative recurrence rate is definitely low. If we speak purely of recurrence, the lowest rate is with open cystectomy, but that method causes significant trauma.”

“To be honest, even if it recurs, we can simply perform another puncture. Consider this: a twenty-minute surgery, walking back to the ward afterward, and if all is well, discharge the next morning. Worrying excessively about recurrence isn’t very meaningful.”

“If it recurs within three years, just do another puncture.”

“But…”

Dr. Luo smiled warmly. “I understand your concerns. Both doctors and patients wish for a cure. Please believe me—the desire to cure disease is not less in doctors than in patients.”

“Unfortunately, modern science is limited, and most diseases cannot be fully cured.”

“For example, conditions like hypertension, diabetes, and coronary heart disease can only be controlled, not cured.”

“Regarding ovarian cysts, even the most invasive open surgery has about a 5% recurrence rate.”

Dr. Luo’s sincere explanation gradually calmed the patient and family. Through repeated, patient explanations, they began to understand.

Since recurrence cannot be entirely avoided, choosing the surgical method with the least trauma is the best option.

Half an hour passed.

Deputy Director Liu checked the patient’s condition and cautiously performed another ultrasound, finding no abnormalities. He then accompanied Lin Yuming and the patient back to the ward, offering some reassuring words before leaving.

Lin Yuming arranged meals, and Deputy Director Liu seated Dr. Luo beside him to ask about details.

As for eating, Lin only took a few bites, just enough to satisfy hunger.

After agreeing to find at least three patients, Deputy Director Liu would return for surgery, then he left.

“Little Spiral, have you done similar surgeries at Xiehe Hospital?” Lin Yuming asked eagerly, watching Deputy Director Liu leave.

“I’ve observed several performed by other doctors.”

“Observed several? Just watched?”

“Yeah.” Luo Hao nodded with a smile.

Deputy Director Liu estimated that Luo had performed at least hundreds of surgeries himself. Lin Yuming was not surprised by this disparity; rather, he was pleased.

Little Spiral was a genius—a true prodigy!

Any kid admitted to Xiehe’s eight-year integrated undergraduate, master’s, and doctoral program must be exceptionally intelligent.

Although Lin’s alma mater was also a medical school, it was not the same caliber.

Xiehe refused to call itself a medical university, whereas Lin’s school was still a medical college when he attended. How could they be compared?

“Director Lin, could you inform Director Sun about this?” Luo Hao whispered.

“Don’t worry about the patients. If I can’t admit a dozen ovarian cyst patients, I’d be a useless medical director.”

Hearing this, Luo felt a surge of joy.

The system required completing ten ovarian cyst surgeries within a month. The surgery Luo assisted with earlier did not update his task progress, so assistant work wasn’t counted.

“Little Spiral, next time I’ll try to get you an opportunity to perform surgery independently.”

“Great!”

Luo and Lin whispered, but Director Sun frowned and approached.

“Director Lin…”

“Director Sun, if you have concerns, just say them.”

“Just puncture? Is that really enough?” Director Sun hesitated.

Lin gave Luo a look. Luo, who was quietly leaving, saw it and walked away briskly.

“Director Sun, what do you think is wrong?” Lin asked.

“Our department…”

“Director Sun, times have changed.” Lin’s tone turned stern as he squinted and gave a sideways glance, coldly saying, “If we don’t change, we’ll be left behind.”

“I’m already 48, you’re five years younger, so why is your thinking older than mine?” Lin said.

At the mention of age, Director Sun was slightly taken aback.

“I’m not joking; I’m just stating a fact. Over the years, I read less and less, but I urinate more and more frequently. I can’t sleep lying down but doze off sitting up. I can’t forget the past but forget the present.”

These words almost brought tears to her eyes.

She had once been a renowned beauty doctor at the hospital, but who can resist the ravages of time?

“In the past, when I saw a scantily clad young woman, my mind would wander. Now, I see them without distraction and just think, ‘If my daughter dressed like that, I’d break her legs.’”

“Ha!” Director Sun laughed, relating deeply.

“Director Sun, I arrived a few years before you. We’ve been comrades-in-arms for decades. Let me speak frankly—the environment has changed; there’s no going back.”

“If we don’t change, we’ll be eliminated.”

Lin repeated the phrase, looking deeply into Director Sun’s eyes.

“The interventional department at our hospital no longer exists. I’ll lead this effort, you collaborate with Director Li from the ultrasound department, patients can stay in your ward, and of course, we’ll ensure you get your fair share.”

Director Sun nodded, somewhat dazed.

They parted ways to board their cars. Lin sighed.

“Director Lin, what’s wrong?” Luo asked.

“Just reminiscing about how wonderful youth is,” Lin said with envy. “At your age, I was waiting to tough it out; now I’m tough but waiting.”

“Ha ha ha,” Luo laughed heartily.

“As people age, they avoid risks and prefer the comfort zone of their understanding. We have to push them…”

Lin glanced sideways at Luo.

“Uncle, why are you looking at me?”

“Hmph.” Lin snorted. “Little Spiral, have you thought about your future?”

“Not yet. I’m still learning skills, like puncture techniques.”

Lin said no more and drove back to the hospital.

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