One of Hao Bei's legs was suspended as she lay on the bed and played with her phone.
The position of the injured limb above the heart could reduce edema. This was one of the reasons why many patients with minor burns needed to stay in the hospital for observation. Associate Hospital Director Zhou suggested to install a hospital bed in Chief Hao's house to facilitate Hao Bei's recuperation, but Chief Hao rejected it.
Therefore, Hao Bei could stay in the emergency department of Yun Hua Hospital with peace of mind. She posted a lot of real-time photos on her QQ space.
She blocked many people's updates and continued to attract people to read:
[I saw the most handsome doctor in Yun Hua. He really is the most handsome.]
[I cried when I was ridiculed by my prince charming.]
[It's a blessing to meet a handsome man.]
After showing off, Hao Bei felt that her leg was not that painful anymore. She changed her posture and stared at the treatment room. She asked the young nurse beside her, "Sister, when is Doctor Ling coming?"
The young nurse did not like her. She suppressed her anger and said, "Doctor Ling won't come."
"Why?" Hao Bei straightened her back and fell back down again.
"Doctor Ling is usually in the operating theater."
"Then … when will he come out?"
"He won't." The young nurse packed her things and was about to leave.
"Ah …" Hao Bei screamed and grabbed the nurse. "He'll come out eventually. When does he eat? Where does he eat? "
"Doctor Ling really doesn't come out to eat." The young nurse glanced at Hao Bei and felt a little happier. She said, "Doctor Ling eats in the operating area."
Hao Bei pouted. "I want him to change my dressing."
"Then I'll ask." The young nurse did not directly refuse, nor did she give a definite answer.
Hao Bei felt helpless and mumbled, "How many surgeries are there for him to perform? Patients like us in the emergency room are also very important."
When she said this, the young girl on the bed beside her could not help but nod vigorously.
The young nurse tilted her head and said seriously, "Doctor Ling has so many surgeries that he can't finish them. Forget about changing your dressing, he even has to race against time to eat. It's really tough."
"Are there really that many surgeries?" Hao Bei's family worked in the health system. She also knew a lot about doctors and hospitals, so she was quite skeptical of the young nurse's words.
If a hospital like Yun Hua was willing, there would always be countless surgeries to be performed. The doctors were indeed tough, but if necessary, the hospital had ways to limit the number of surgeries.
The young nurse nodded solemnly and said, "Doctor Ling has been working very hard. This was especially so for many patients. If they were in other hospitals, they might have to amputate their limbs, but only Doctor Ling could perform surgeries … Now, Doctor Ling was performing surgeries all day long. I have to perform at least six or seven surgeries every day. "
Hao Bei, who knew the hospital well, was shocked. "Six to seven surgeries a day? Isn't that tiring?"
"Exactly." The young nurse pouted and said, "I have to perform surgeries for twelve to thirteen hours every day. Occasionally, I have to come out for ward rounds …"
By the time she realized that she had said too much, Hao Bei had already caught the main point. She repeated, "Doctor Ling still has to come out for ward rounds?"
The young nurse was too lazy to say anything. She walked away with heavy steps.
Hao Bei smiled. She held her phone and fell into a reverie.
…
Just as the young nurse said, Ling Ran's daily surgery volume had indeed increased to more than six. The only difference was that Ling Ran did not find it hard.
What was so hard about staying in the operating theater?
The temperature in the operating theater was constant all year round. It was not allowed for the temperature to change by more than two degrees Celsius. The laminar air supply system not only prevented the smell of medicine from permeating the air, but also allowed them to avoid the smog in the city.
Even though the operating theater's corresponding shower room, toilet, canteen, waiting room, and so on were not very beautiful, they were all clean and tidy. It was not a problem for them to accommodate more than ten doctors and nurses living comfortably. Most of the time, there were only a few people in the operating theater of the Emergency Department.
Lu Wenbin would also bring some braised food and braised meat over from time to time. Now, his business range had become very wide. Not only did he have the traditional pork trotters, pork knuckles, chicken feet, duck wings, chicken gizzards, and so on, he also added a pot of braised soup to braise beef, mutton, tripe, lamb tripe, and other foods. Occasionally, he would also have the opportunity to add chicken feet and duck wings, which gave it a unique flavor.
This kind of living environment, this kind of life, and a life where he did not need to waste his energy on any life problems … If it were not for the Sincere Gratitude Treasure Chests, Ling Ran would not even want to leave the Operating Area.
As for the surgery itself, Ling Ran would not treat it as a chore.
When he was still in school, he would sometimes accompany the cadavers in the dissection room at midnight in order to get more experience. Now, there was a group of people accompanying him to work, and they would occasionally give him Sincere Gratitude after he was done. Ling Ran really could not find anything that he was unhappy about.
In fact, Ling Ran had even gradually figured out how to do ward rounds.
For example, if ward rounds were arranged between eight to twelve in the morning and two to six in the afternoon, the chances of him getting Sincere Gratitude Treasure Chests would be higher. The time before the start of the surgery every day was a taboo period for ward rounds, especially between three to four in the morning. Ling Ran's chances of getting Sincere Gratitude Treasure Chests during ward rounds were infinitely close to zero.
After Ling Ran mastered these patterns, he worked for more than ten hours every day and got an average of two Basic Treasure Chests every day. Soon, he completed two consecutive draws of ten.
Nineteen bottles of Energy Serum and one Single Skill Book: Incision (Specialist Level Pen Grip) were Ling Ran's additional rewards.
Ling Ran already had the bow-hold (Specialist Level) surgical incision skill, and as long as he did not develop a new surgical method, his incision skill was already enough for him. If he had the pen-hold (Specialist Level) skill, he would have more surgical options, but it would not change the nature of his surgical methods.
Instead, the additional dozens of surgeries gave Ling Ran a deeper understanding.
When his experience in suturing flexor tendons reached two hundred surgeries, even Ling Ran, who had already obtained Master Level M-Tang Technique, felt that his skills had greatly improved.
To be more precise, he might have gained a thorough understanding of the technique.
With three thousand upper limb anatomical dissections and an additional two hundred surgeries, he would naturally gain a new understanding of the technique. After performing two hundred surgeries using the M-Tang Technique, which was a fixed surgical method, he would also gain new ideas. His Specialist Level Physical Examination could be used for preoperative analysis, and his Master Level MRI Analysis could allow him to have a good idea of what would happen after the surgery …
The microscopic perineurium anastomosis, which had increased Ling Ran's number of patients, was already an extremely powerful Master Level skill. After practicing it for seventy to eighty times, it would naturally become part of Ling Ran's surgical system.
It could be said that Ling Ran's understanding of the human hand alone was already considered top-notch.
"System, system, what's the ranking of my M-Tang technique?" At six in the evening, Ling Ran finished his surgeries for the day. As usual, he stood in front of the window and asked the system.
"The level of your M-Tang technique is ranked first in Yun Hua City, first in Changxi Province, and 78th in China. If you perform another two hundred to three hundred correct M-Tang technique surgeries, you can move up one rank." The system's answer was the same as it had been a few days ago.
However, Ling Ran already knew that if he only focused on his M-Tang technique, there was hope for him to improve his basic clinical skills, but it would still be very difficult for him to do so.
Ling Ran was not in a hurry.
When he was in Yun Hua University's medical school, he was not the most talented medical student. At most, he was considered to be in the top three.
Therefore, in Ling Ran's vision, he would definitely need to be down-to-earth, study hard, and practice a lot to surpass his peers.
His current progress had already exceeded his expectations, but Ling Ran would not change his way of doing things because of this.
"Doctor Ling." Hao Bei walked over quickly with two cups of milk tea in her hands.
She had also changed into scrubs, and they were scrubs that fit her very well. The operating theater had also put in a lot of effort to satisfy Hao Bei's requirements.
"I don't feel like drinking milk tea today," Ling Ran answered very directly.
Hao Bei's smile froze. "Didn't you say that milk tea is delicious yesterday?"
"I was thirsty yesterday." As Ling Ran spoke, he whipped out his phone and sent a red packet to Hao Bei. He said, "I've already bought it. Just leave it."
"Why are you sending me a red packet when you don't even want to drink it?" There was a slight smile on Hao Bei's face again. She passed the milk tea to Ling Ran and thought, 'Doctor Ling is still soft-hearted.'
"Su Mengxue was the one who bought lunch for us today. It should be reasonable to give her a cup of milk tea in return, right?" Ling Ran asked.
Su Mengxue's image immediately appeared in Hao Bei's mind. Her eyes were cuter than hers, her breasts were bigger than hers, and her legs were longer than hers …
Hao Bei reached out to grab the milk tea and smashed it against the wall …
Ling Ran dodged it with a swing of his long arm. He looked at Hao Bei with a puzzled expression.
Hao Bei looked at Ling Ran's face and instantly lost all her strength. She said with a slightly red face, "I bought it for you."
"I received it."
"That's not what I meant." The high school girl, Hao Bei, did not know how to deal with the situation in front of her.
Ling Ran's expression became even more puzzled.
He never hid his puzzlement. In the past ten years, there were always girls who did puzzling things. But when he had doubts, the girls would usually be reasonable and give him an explanation.
Hao Bei's face turned red. As expected, she stuttered as she explained, "I'm actually here to inform you about the enemy."
"Enemy?"
Hao Bei nodded vigorously and said, "Department Associate Director Pan, his in-service training is about to end. I heard that there will be a Japanese doctoral student who will return to China with him to work at Yun Hua Hospital. Department Associate Director Pan and you are both doctors who perform M-Tang technique surgeries. You two are competitors, right? I can help you … "
Ling Ran smiled. "The hospital currently has so many patients who perform M-Tang technique surgeries that we can't even finish them. We have no competition."
"Department Associate Director Pan is an associate chief physician. You're the intern. If there's a choice, the patients will definitely choose the associate chief physician and not the intern. "
"We have a wide range of patients at the moment. Department Associate Director Pan will let me handle the rest after he finishes. We can't finish all of them anyway. Some patients will have to be sent to other provinces or have their limbs amputated." Ling Ran became a little more talkative when it came to professional issues. He said, "Nowadays, there are amputees every day. It's a good thing that Department Associate Director Pan is back from his in-service training."
Ever since Ling Ran added perineurium anastomosis, a large number of patients surged in, and he was overwhelmed by the large number of patients.
Hao Bei had consulted others before. She knew what could attract Ling Ran's attention. She asked, "What about another Japanese doctoral student? He will definitely want to perform M-Tang technique surgeries, right? "
Ling Ran began to calculate in his mind.
A Japanese doctoral student might not be as good as Hashimoto Shiro, but he should still be able to perform surgery at an average rate of one finger per hour. If that was the case, a Japanese doctoral student alone might be able to divert eighteen fingers every day …
No, it was not just that.
Japanese people had always been known for being workaholics. One could tell just by watching Japanese dramas. When they were not working, they would be running around. If that was the case, a Japanese doctoral student might divert twenty fingers every day …
No, it was not just that.
Since he was a doctoral student, and a doctoral student from the famous Keio University at that, his speed of performing surgery at one finger was likely to exceed the average standard of one finger per hour. He might be able to perform surgery in forty-five minutes, or even forty minutes. It was not impossible for him to perform surgery in thirty minutes.
If that was the case, a Japanese doctoral student might divert forty fingers every day …
If Department Associate Director Pan led another treatment group and performed surgeries for more than ten hours every day, he could easily suture twenty or even thirty fingers with flexor tendon injuries …
No matter how many patients there were in Yun Hua University, they might not be able to provide sixty or even seventy fingers with flexor tendon injuries every day.
In other words, if Ling Ran was intercepted by Department Associate Director Pan, he might be running around for one or two days every week. It would be impossible for him to perform such a large number of surgeries in the remaining four or five days.
"I understand. It's too late today. From tomorrow onwards, I'll increase the number of surgeries. I'll do as much as I can." As Ling Ran spoke, he called Lu Wenbin and said, "By the way, inform Ma Yanlin that he will start performing surgeries at three in the morning tomorrow. It will also be delayed for one to two hours at night, depending on the patient's condition on that day. Also, you might be in charge of suturing the skin. "
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