* Click. *
The door of the visitation room was pushed open again.
This time, it was Huo Congjun who came in with his son.
His son was Zuo Liangcai, an attending physician. He was the same age as Doctor Zhou, but his personality was completely opposite. He had always been the type who would go to the hospital whenever he had the chance. He was probably sent here by Department Director Huo at the last minute to act as a decoration and a facade.
"Department Director Huo."
"Old Huo!"
The doctors in white coats who arrived first had their own titles. It sounded chaotic, but they conveyed a lot of information.
Zhu Qianli immediately looked at the doctor who addressed him as Old Huo. He was an old man with white hair, and his clothes were messy. Zhu Qianli did not expect him to have such qualifications.
Huo Congjun responded with a smile and also addressed him as Old Wang.
He always paid attention to striking after the enemy had struck. When he did not have the opportunity to criticize, his attitude was still a little humble.
"The training camp you guys set up is really big." Old Wang was recommended by everyone. He did not hold back and went straight to the topic.
When the doctors in the room heard this, they all became interested.
Yun Hua Hospital's training camp was probably the hottest topic in the medical field in Changxi Province recently.
Everyone knew that Old Huo wanted to get a large number of free labor. For the benefit of the department or the hospital, in-service training doctors were really good stuff. They did not need to be authorized, did not have insurance, and did not even need to be guaranteed bonuses and salaries. It only depended on the leader's mood and conscience. Not only that, the in-service training doctors' working hours were also not guaranteed. When they were busy, it was normal for them to work for twelve hours.
Although it could be said that a larger number of medical interns could be said to be able to eat their fill, in-service training doctors were usually mature or almost mature doctors. Even if everyone was able to eat their fill, in-service training doctors were still considered to be able to do nothing, and they were much more useful than medical interns who had to eat porridge.
In a proverb, Yun Hua Hospital's training camp was a place where Sima Zhao's intentions were known to everyone.
However, similar to the situation when the people of Great Wei faced Sima Zhao, for the medical field in Changxi Province, solving the problem of Huo Congjun's training camp was the difficulty.
"Department Director Huo, we can understand that you want to expand the Emergency Medical Center, but you suddenly set up this training camp, and it makes everyone feel a little uncomfortable." Old Wang was the director of the General Surgery Department of the Second People's Hospital. He was not a very powerful person, but he was quite experienced and familiar with Huo Congjun. If he wanted to be a little rude, he would not hold back.
Huo Congjun snorted a few times, but he did not overreact. He only said, "We'll only take in a few dozen people in the first batch. What's wrong with giving young doctors a chance to train?"
"Training?" Lao Wang laughed out loud. "Aren't you still using the organization to keep them hanging?"
"Not this time." Huo Congjun's tone became more serious. He then smiled and said, "Let's not talk about this for now. It's time to suture the tendon."
While they were still talking, Ling Ran and Lu Wenbin had already separated their tendons.
Doctor Wang and the others turned to look at the operating theater downstairs.
They did not want to fall out with Huo Congjun too much, so they just treated it as a way to slow things down.
Zhu Qianli turned his head and winked at Ren Qi. He then said in a low voice, "This visitation room is really nice. This is the first one in Changxi Province. "
Ren Qi said proudly, "Department Director Huo prepared this for Doctor Ling."
"I know." Zhu Qianli smiled. "My godfather is really amazing."
Ren Qi looked at Zhu Qianli in displeasure. He had been in Yun Hua Hospital for more than half a year. Compared to this guy, he was obviously more qualified to say this!
However, Ren Qi could not argue with him in the crowded visitation room. He could only look down angrily.
Ling Ran did not seem to know, or rather, he did not care about the people's gazes.
He acted as Lu Wenbin's assistant in a light manner. He only reminded Lu Wenbin when it came to the crucial suture steps, "Control the contact of the cross-section, make sure the surface area is as large as possible, and do a good job of apposition …"
"Yes." Lu Wenbin took a deep breath and readjusted the movements of his fingers to perform the suture as meticulously as possible.
He had long mastered the steps of the M-Tang technique, and he had completed almost fifty cases on his own.
With his current skills, Lu Wenbin's flexor tendon sutures were already eighty percent excellent, and fifty percent excellent.
This ratio was very reasonable in any hospital.
Based on the standards of the Emergency Department, it was even stronger.
However, Lu Wenbin was not satisfied with this.
His superior, Ling Ran, was obviously not satisfied with this either.
And to steadily increase the excellence rate, Lu Wenbin needed to improve the accuracy of each step.
"Pay attention to the strength of the knot," Ling Ran reminded him again.
Lu Wenbin immediately agreed.
This was also the place where he often had problems. Tendon anastomosis was simple. It was just trimming the severed tendons and suturing them together. In essence, it was no different from blood vessel anastomosis. It was the same as using a thread to wrap around the tendons.
The difficulty of blood vessel anastomosis was that it was small and fragile. If the strength of the needle and thread was too great, it would easily tear the blood vessel. On the other hand, one had to pay attention to the density of the needle to avoid bleeding.
The requirements for density and strength of tendons were completely different.
In fact, if it was not a position like the flexor tendon, the suturing of tendons should be easier than the suturing of blood vessels.
However, if one wanted to do everything perfectly, they would often encounter more complicated problems.
For example, if they wanted to increase the strength of the tendon as much as possible and reduce adhesion, they needed to close the tendon tightly. When they tied the knot, they had to press on the broken end to make the surface as smooth as possible, and they also had to prevent the broken end from turning out.
This process would be very simple if the standard was broader, and any doctor could do it.
But once the standard was raised, the difficulty would increase exponentially, and only very professional doctors could do it.
For example, if they wanted to make a ball, anyone could make a snowball or a mud ball. If they were a little more serious, they could rub the surface until it was smooth. However, if they wanted to make a ball that could be used as a bearing, they could not do it just by having hands.
The small screens in the visitation room showed Lu Wenbin's movements from different angles.
"What do you think of our young doctor?" Huo Congjun saw that everyone was looking at him seriously, so he smiled and changed the topic.
Old Wang glanced at him and said faintly, "According to the standards of a young doctor, he's pretty good."
"Yes, the doctors in the Hand Surgery Department also said that the young doctor trained by Doctor Ling has already reached the requirements of their attending physicians." Huo Congjun omitted the attributive words such as the surgical method. However, this was not important. Doctors nowadays, especially young doctors, only looked at the highest value and did not look at the whole picture.
The Hand Surgery Department of Yun Hua Hospital was still famous. A few doctors listened and smiled, but they still looked at the white-haired Old Wang.
"Pretty good, not rare." Old Wang's reply was very concise, and it sounded like he was not bothered to answer.
Huo Congjun smiled and said, "Our Doctor Lu has been practicing with Doctor Ling for less than a year. Recently, he has been undergoing intensive training, and he has been working as a chief surgeon for a month."
Everyone's expression changed, and this time, no one said anything.
Huo Congjun chuckled a few times, turned around, put his hands behind his back, and puffed out his chest like a boss looking into the distance. "We opened the training camp to improve the medical skills of the young doctors in the province in general. I think that with Doctor Ling's skills, he is still qualified for this position."
"This is not about whether he is qualified or not …"
"I said that Ling Ran is qualified because I want to prove that I'm not an unreasonable person." Huo Congjun interrupted Old Wang, and his tone started to become unreasonable. "If you think that there is a better way than the training camp … My suggestion is, hold it in."
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