The black second-hand Volkswagen Jetta was blowing air happily, but it drove on the road in a well-behaved manner.
Ling Ran sat upright and looked ahead. When he was about to reach the speed limit, he would let go of the accelerator under his feet a little.
He rarely overtook other cars, rarely changed lanes, and he would never step on the engine until it screeched. The young nurses looked at each other. For some reason, they felt a solemn atmosphere from Ling Ran, so much so that their chatter and laughter became softer.
"We've reached Haidilao." Ling Ran parked the car at the intersection of a building.
"Doctor Ling, come eat with us." Wang Jia had been planning for a long time. She said, "Thank you for bringing us here …"
"My mom is cooking today," Ling Ran answered briefly and urged them. "Hurry up and go up. You won't be able to wait until you've made an appointment."
The four girls felt hopeless for a moment and got out of the car reluctantly.
Ling Ran drove away in a flash.
It was not easy for Tao Ping to make a meal. She was only in a good mood because she got her new Beetle.
In terms of investment, the cost of this meal was very high.
It was shameful to waste it.
…..
Four o 'clock in the morning.
Ling Ran woke up naturally. He got out of bed, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and showered. In less than ten minutes, he completed the preparations before he went out.
Then, he used two minutes to categorize the toothbrush, toothbowl, towel, and other things. He made sure that the direction of the brush was the same and quickly went out.
It was the first car in Ling Ran's life, and it changed his life greatly.
In the past, he would usually choose to go out at five o 'clock or even later because there were few public buses at four o' clock in the morning, and it was not very convenient to take a taxi. If he walked to Yun Hua Hospital, it would be a waste of time.
Now that he had a car, things were different. Ling Ran drove at the maximum speed limit. His fastest speed was sixty miles per hour, and his slowest speed was thirty-five miles per hour. When he arrived at Yun Hua Hospital, it was not even half past four.
'Saves time,' Ling Ran thought as he drove into Area C, which was very close to the hospital.
The parking space he was using was specially approved by Department Director Huo. It was a flexible parking space for the Emergency Department. This kind of parking space was usually reserved for visiting scholars or doctors who were poached with high salaries to deal with delays in administrative procedures.
Ling Ran was still an intern, so he did not need to challenge the administrative procedures. Huo Congjun directly gave him a flexible parking spot, and no doctor objected to it.
Forget about how difficult it was to perform the M-Tang technique and how amazing it was to perform more than one hundred major surgeries in a month, Ling Ran had also increased the income of everyone in the Emergency Department by an average of two to three hundred RMB per person. The doctors and nurses who received the bonus would not have the nerve to compete with Huo Congjun.
After he got out of the car, he checked both sides of the parking lot. When he saw that the car was parked at the center of the parking lot, the length of the empty space on both sides was the same, and the front and back of the car were also the same. Then, he went straight to the operating theater.
Four or five o 'clock in the morning was the quietest time in the operating theater.
The surgeries that should have been done last night were almost done. Those that were not done should have been called for the third-string doctors to save the day.
The surgeries in the morning had not started yet. If there was no resuscitation, normal doctors would not arrange surgeries at this time. No one could guarantee that they could finish a surgery in two hours. At seven or eight o 'clock in the morning, the most important ward round in the department would begin …
However, Ling Ran did not need to do ward rounds.
His position in the Emergency Department was more like a professional surgeon. Actually, no one gave Ling Ran a position. It was just that he was more willing to perform surgeries than participate in ward rounds, so Huo Congjun let him be.
As Ling Ran's subordinates, Lu Wenbin and Ma Yanlin did not have much of a choice. The first assistant continued to perform surgeries, and the remaining one went to do ward rounds.
The two of them even arrived half an hour earlier than Ling Ran.
When he saw Ling Ran, Lu Wenbin first yawned, but he quickly covered his mouth with his hands.
"Are you awake?" Ling Ran asked when he saw him.
"I slept for five hours." Lu Wenbin smiled bitterly.
Ling Ran nodded but did not say much.
He himself needed to sleep for at least six hours before he carried out a surgery. He had experience with this. If he could not sleep for six hours in the few days before an exam, his performance would obviously decline, and his reaction would also become slower.
Therefore, Ling Ran went to bed at around eight o 'clock last night. On days when he could not sleep early, Ling Ran would rather perform surgeries a few hours later, or at least two surgeries.
However, there was no way to guarantee the resident doctors' sleep time.
Ling Ran performed four or five surgeries every day, which meant that he had to write four or five medical records that were ten thousand words long. Then, he had to add another four or five patients to the ward rounds, and he would inevitably need to participate in the rehabilitation …
It could only be said that the exploitation of resident doctors in modern hospitals was systematic.
Even if Huang Shiren crowed in the middle of the night, it was still easier than a resident doctor working twenty-four hours a day.
Resident doctors had to get up by themselves.
With Lu Wenbin and Ma Yanlin's help, Ling Ran did not have to bear so many chores.
He inserted the MRI scans into the backlit board of the operating theater. He thought about it while he verified it with the information he had read before.
Lu Wenbin and Ma Yanlin looked at Ling Ran with extreme envy.
For them, being able to understand MRI scans was really an achievement that was difficult to achieve. All medical students had courses related to medical imaging, but no hospital tried to let clinicians learn how to read MRI scans.
The complexity of MRI scans completely surpassed that of X-ray and CT scans.
Even students who specialized in medical imaging might not be able to understand MRI scans even after they graduated. The hospital was a realistic stage, and whether or not there was any use in studying was especially cruel on this stage.
"I don't see anything special. Let's start." After Ling Ran read the MRI scans, he felt much more at ease when he picked up the scalpel.
Before this, he could only read the written instructions from the Medical Imaging Department, mainly to check if there were any parts that were not suitable for surgery.
He did not have much perceptual knowledge about the exact extent of the rupture of the tendon. He could only cut it open and see.
Most surgeons were like this.
They thought about all kinds of things in advance, and in the end, they could only be summed up in one sentence: Cut it open and see.
It would be best if the situation after the incision was in line with his expectations, second best if it was in line with what he had learned, and third best if it was in line with his personal experience. The worst situation was, 'What the f * ck, what is this?'
Surgeons who could understand MRI scans could largely avoid the worst of the situation.
Of course, they could not completely avoid it.
There were always people who looked strange and secretive.
"Have you had breakfast?" Ling Ran easily cut the patient's finger and asked everyone.
"Um … Why do you ask?" Lu Wenbin was very defensive, and he felt that it was strange. Ling Ran usually did not chat.
"I'm afraid that all of you will fall asleep." Ling Ran looked around and said, "Talking should keep me awake."
Lu Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief. "Talking to you will keep me awake."
The nurse on duty could not help but laugh.
Lu Wenbin seemed to be encouraged, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Then let's talk." Ling Ran asked again in a very responsible manner, "Have you had breakfast?"
"Yes," Lu Wenbin answered helplessly.
"What did you eat? Pork trotters? " Ling Ran said as he exposed the tendon. He sighed and said, "It's basically the same as what we saw in the MRI scan. It'll be easy next."
"Um … Why don't we not chat?" Lu Wenbin felt that he could not even hold the retractor steady.
"Okay." Ling Ran was more willing. He was originally forcing himself to chat. If he could not talk and perform the surgery in peace, he would be happier.
In the orderly operating theater, uncontrolled chatter was like having sand in the meat. It was still edible, but it was not as enjoyable.
Su Jiafu glanced at the numbers on the instrument and moved the stool to the corner. He took out his phone and opened the game. He wanted to occupy two more cities while there were fewer players online.
Ever since the birth of smartphones, the lives of anesthetists could be said to have undergone earth-shattering changes. In the past, anesthetists were like prison inmates in the hospital. They rushed to different operating theaters twenty-four hours a day, and they had nowhere to spend the money they earned.
Ever since the birth of smartphones, anesthetists in the hospital felt like they were in a festival. Anyway, they changed operating theaters twenty-four hours a day and did not have enough money to spend.
One surgery followed another.
When the four scheduled surgeries were completed, it was only seven o 'clock.
With the experience of hand anatomy and the bonus of his ability to read MRI scans of the limbs, Ling Ran's intraoperative time was even shorter.
At this time, Ling Ran still wanted to continue, but there was nothing he could do.
There were no new patients, so Ling Ran went to the rehabilitation room to see if there were any patients who woke up early to exercise.
For hand surgeries such as flexor tendon injuries, the surgery was the most important, and perioperative rehabilitation was also indispensable. In the rehabilitation room that the Emergency Department borrowed from the Hand Surgery Department, there were four patients who were racing against time to exercise.
"Doctor Ling, you're early." A patient immediately recognized Ling Ran when he entered and greeted him enthusiastically.
"Yes, let me take a look." Ling Ran nodded solemnly.
"You don't say. I was just about to show you my hand." The patient who greeted Ling Ran was in a very good mood. He deliberately waved his injured hand, and it did not look like he had been seriously injured before.
After Ling Ran approached him, he began his performance again. He held three green dates, spun them around, picked them up, and put them down. He was having a lot of fun.
Ling Ran was engrossed in his observation for a while before he heard a "ding" from the system.
[Achievement: Patient's Sincere Gratitude]
[Achievement Description: A patient's sincere gratitude is the greatest reward to a doctor.]
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