First People's Hospital of Wuxin City.
The setup of the surgical floor was not much different from that of Yun Hua Hospital. It was just that the area of the surgical floor was smaller, the level of the operating theater was lower, the equipment in the operating theater was weaker, the experience of the Department of Surgery was lower, the qualifications of the Department of Anesthesiology were lower, the control of nosocomial infection was weaker, and the commonly used instruments were older …
If one did not look at these, the operating theaters of the two hospitals seemed to be no different from each other.
Doctor Qu watched as the patient entered the room. After confirming the patient's identity and performing a physical examination again, he took out a stack of documents and smiled at the circulating nurse from the First People's Hospital of Wuxin City whom he was not familiar with. "Nurse Li, please send the MRI scans over to Doctor Ling as well. I've put stickers on the scans, and I've written down the sequence and bed number."
Doctor Qu's attitude was gentle, and he showed a gentle smile that he only showed when he was facing his boss.
The medical staff of the First People's Hospital of Wuxin City still had a certain level of respect for the doctors from the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center in Shanghai. This was especially so when Doctor Qu arranged the scans into different categories and labeled them neatly, which made the medical staff feel good about him.
The circulating nurse in the operating theater immediately agreed. She smiled and said, "Then I'll take it over. What do you want to say?"
"Just tell them that I'm here for Doctor Ling's guidance." Doctor Qu was also a middle-aged man. Even though he could say something even more shameful, he did not think that it was necessary for him to say it from a distance.
Nurse Li smiled and agreed. She took the bag of radiographic films and went out.
"I'm going to wash my hands." Doctor Qu breathed a sigh of relief. He gave Ling Ran another order and got ready to leave.
"Shall I anesthetize him first?" the anesthetist asked.
Doctor Qu paused for a moment, thought about it, and said, "You should wait for me to come back."
"Alright." When the anesthetist saw Doctor Qu step on the door and leave, he mumbled, "As long as you're not in a hurry."
Usually, freelance surgeons came and went in a hurry. They wished that the moment they entered the room, the patient would be so numb that he looked like Wu Dalang who had drunk his medicine, his blood pressure would be so low that he looked like Pan Jinlian who was lying on the bed, and his instruments would be so bright that he looked like Ximen Qing who had taken off his clothes …
However, this was only under normal circumstances. Doctor Qu was not in a hurry to act, and the anesthetist did not care either.
"I'm going to take a nap." The anesthetist said to the nurse beside him. He then crossed his legs and stretched out his back. He looked just like the younger brother of a big tiger who lived on the Eighteen Mile Slope behind Jingyang Hill.
The patient was lying on the cold operating table. The circulating nurse had just confirmed the information such as his name on his wristband. His body and mind were already prepared, but at this time, he inexplicably felt a little cold.
"What … should we do now?" The patient raised his head and looked at the doctor's assistant who was still moving around.
The doctor's assistant today was an attending physician from the Orthopedics Department of the First People's Hospital of Wuxin City. He could somewhat understand Doctor Qu's intention, so he used his leg to bring a small stool over and sat at the patient's feet. He said calmly, "Wait for the doctor to come back. Don't move around, or the drapes will fall apart. "
"It's a little cold." The patient moved again.
"I'll say it again," the attending physician from the Orthopedics Department said calmly, "If you don't move, no one will be able to see your balls."
The patient considered his words for a moment, and then the scuttling of the rats died away.
The operating theater was as quiet as a classroom. Even the configuration was exactly the same. There was a first-tier college entrance examination student, a second-tier college entrance examination student, a first-tier college entrance examination student, a first-tier college entrance examination student, and a sick patient.
After a while, Doctor Qu returned to the operating theater.
"Call for the anesthetist." Doctor Qu crossed his arms and began to put on his surgical gown and gloves.
The assistant woke up the anesthetist, who was dozing off, and began to help give the patient spinal anesthesia.
The patient curled up his body and turned his back to the anesthetist. His thighs were pressed against his stomach, and he could not help but become nervous.
The anesthetist had seen this many times, and he was too lazy to comfort the patient. He still used intimidation tactics. "Don't move around. If I insert the wrong needle and hit your nerves, you'll have to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair …"
The patient trembled even more.
"Relax, it's okay. I'm disinfecting your back now." The young nurse walked over and said in a gentle voice.
The patient's trembling became a little lighter.
Doctor Qu felt pity and exasperation when he saw this. He thought, 'You guys think too much. If you're afraid, you should gather more information.'
The thought only flashed in his mind, and Doctor Qu's expression did not change at all.
He would never hand his life over to other idiots.
* Shick. *
The circulating nurse walked into the operating theater, and there were two doctors from the Orthopedics Department behind her. They were the two associate chief physicians of the Orthopedics Department of the First People's Hospital of Wuxin City.
"Nurse Li, you're back. Is there any news from Doctor Ling?" Doctor Qu asked immediately. He did not try to hide the fact that there were two associate chief physicians of the Orthopedics Department in front of him.
He would not come to Wuxin City again, and he might not even come to Changxi Province again. His only goal was to do a good job today.
Nurse Li nodded and said, "Doctor Ling said it's a normal continuous rupture of the Achilles tendon."
"It's quite normal. Doctor Qu asked, "What else?" “
"He didn't say anything else."
"Think about it again. You can say anything."
Nurse Li shook her head slowly. "Doctor Ling is also performing surgery. He doesn't have time to talk to me."
"Then, I'll have to trouble you to make another trip, Nurse Li. Tell him that the patient has spinal anesthesia, and the operating area is ready for open surgery. Touch the wound and prepare to make an internal incision of ten inches behind the Achilles tendon. I see that Doctor Ling often uses a large incision. If it's not enough, I'm going to lengthen it. Or should I lengthen it now? "
Nurse Li did not move.
If this was his own operating theater, Doctor Qu would have scolded her.
He was not a resident doctor who could be bullied by others. What was the meaning of not moving even after such a clear order?
However, this was not his surgery.
Doctor Qu could only smile and say politely, "Nurse Li, please make another trip for me."
"There's a phone, but you don't make the call. What if you run around and pass the wrong message?" Nurse Li was too lazy to go out.
"It's more sincere to let someone pass the message." Doctor Qu's tone became heavier, and his gaze became sharp. He was like a docile stray dog that was starting to feel hungry.
Nurse Li did not care and said lazily, "Opening and closing the door frequently will affect postoperative care. Even if you don't care, Doctor Ling will not allow it."
When this reason was added with the words "Doctor Ling", it instantly became stronger.
Doctor Qu knew how serious Ling Ran was about surgery, so he could not help but think about it more deeply. He was afraid that he would end up flattering Ling Ran.
"Alright, I'll make the call." Doctor Qu accepted it.
Nurse Li rolled her eyes and took out her phone to dial. She then said, "Doctor Qu over here wants to talk to Doctor Ling."
After a while, Ling Ran's calm voice was heard along with a light melody.
"Hello?"
The penetrating baritone made the patient lying on the hospital bed have goosebumps all over his body. It was too pleasant to listen to.
"Doctor Ling, I'm Old Qu." Doctor Qu did not have any moral integrity left. He could not call himself "Young Qu" when the two operating theaters were connected. He praised himself and lamented the hypocrisy of the world again. He then repeated what he said to Nurse Li just now to Ling Ran.
"You're the chief surgeon. Is it necessary to ask me?" Ling Ran frowned in the operating theater at the other end.
"After all, we're going to use the Zhu-Ling Achilles Repair Technique. I also hope to have a chance to learn more from you." Doctor Qu quickly said something nice.
Ling Ran pondered for two seconds and said, "Ten inches is not a problem."
"Okay, please don't hang up." Doctor Qu lowered his head and asked for a scalpel. He started to cut and said, "I'm peeling off the subcutaneous tissue now …"
"Don't peel off too much," Ling Ran took the initiative to say. In his opinion, if the phone was on, he could naturally increase the success rate a little. It would not cost him much to increase the success rate a little.
Doctor Qu quickly agreed. There was a hint of relief on his face, and he kept talking.
"I'm ready to turn over the tendon sheath.
"The hematoma is more serious. I'm starting to remove it now."
"Got it. Try to ensure the blood supply. I'm suturing the small blood vessels … It's really difficult …"
The patient, who was half-anesthetized and half-conscious, widened his eyes and listened to Doctor Qu's flattering voice. He seemed to be performing the surgery according to Ling Ran's instructions, and he was suddenly a little dazed.
This situation was different from what his sister said!
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