"The suture thread I used on you is very thin. This way, the probability of leaving a scar is the lowest, but it can easily rupture. You have to be more careful in your daily life." Ling Ran explained the situation to the patient as he disinfected the wound.
The girl pressed her phone tightly on the bed with one hand, and her fingers turned white. Then, she hummed softly.
"Do you understand?" Ling Ran repeated.
The girl looked at Ling Ran's hand and hummed softly again. She thought, 'It's good to have a man with a beautiful hand. If only Doctor Ling was not so handsome. I only want such a beautiful hand …'
"Can you repeat it for me?" Ling Ran looked at the girl's expression and asked in a very experienced manner.
"I …" The girl said one word and raised her head again. She looked confused.
"The thickness of the suture thread has its pros and cons. You have to make your own decision." Ling Ran then explained again, and the words he said were more than what he said during a surgery.
This time, the girl listened very seriously, so seriously that she wanted to take notes.
Ling Ran asked for the third time, "Do you choose a thin thread or a thick thread?"
"A thin thread," the girl answered resolutely. She was not surprised.
Ling Ran nodded, took the thin thread from the tray, and began to suture.
Ling Ran's suture was very meticulous, but his speed was not slow. This was a technique he practiced after suturing blood vessels and nerves many times.
Although it was an ordinary suture that every doctor was very familiar with, in reality, most doctors could not do the "cosmetic suture" technique.
Only a few could do it, but it was impossible for them to achieve Ling Ran's speed and effect.
For example, Doctor Miao Tansheng, who learned from Ling Ran, had learned for two years and practiced every day, but he still needed twenty to thirty minutes to suture a three-inch wound. Of course, this was because he did not deliberately practice and improve his speed. In a small clinic, a good suture was to prevent future trouble and uphold conscience and medical ethics. There was no need to suture fast. If the suture was too fast, it might cause a dispute over fees because the patient's expectations were too different.
Of course, surgeons did not have such concerns in this aspect when they performed surgery.
This was especially so for doctors who needed to suture blood vessels and nerves. They still pursued suture techniques. When they were good enough, it would become an ability of another dimension.
"Done." Ling Ran sutured the patient's wound in one breath, and his back was slightly sweaty.
Although he used a thin thread and gave a risk warning, such a long wound could easily rupture if no additional treatment was done.
The rupture of the wound was obviously one of the culprits that accelerated the growth of scar tissue.
To prevent such a situation from happening, Ling Ran even reinforced the middle part of the wound, and the position he chose was also worth considering.
"Let me take a picture." Wang Jia had seen more wounds sutured than Ling Ran. At that moment, when she saw how well Ling Ran had sutured the long wound, she quickly took out her phone.
After obtaining the patient's consent, Wang Jia took more than ten pictures.
The patient looked at Ling Ran with admiration and said, "Doctor Ling, thank you so much. I don't even know how to repay you …"
"Can of Ling Ran after the nurse bandaged your wound." Ling Ling, I, I, Ling. Be careful not to use too much force. If you reopen the wound again, it will leave a lot of scars, "Ling Ran answered very quickly. After he finished speaking in one breath, he turned around and left the small cubicle.
The girl mustered her courage and was only thirty seconds away from completing her confession. She looked regretful and thought, 'I should have said it when I was suturing.'
Wang Jia kicked the chair in the patient's direction and sat down. She looked used to it and said, "You don't have to think too much. If you want to see Doctor Ling in the future, you can search for him on the internet. There are many photos and videos of him."
The girl blushed and looked at Wang Jia, who was dressed in a white nurse uniform. She mumbled, "I'm not someone who cares about appearances. What I want from my boyfriend is actually just to get along well with me, and it's fine as long as his hands are good-looking. But it's not necessary. I just think that Doctor Ling's serious attitude is especially attractive. Look at the way he sutured just now. It's really … the way he focuses all his attention on you is really, really different … If only he wasn't so handsome …"
* Whoosh. *
Wang Jia kicked open the curtain in front of her and pouted. "Here, we have plenty of doctors who are focused and serious about suturing, especially those who aren't as handsome as Doctor Ling."
She pointed at a resident doctor who looked so ordinary that it was hard for people to remember his name.
He had an ordinary face with single eyelids, a short nose, and flat lips. If there were 730,001 men in China, this resident doctor's appearance would probably rank 36,001.
The girl could not help but show a troubled expression, and her gaze wandered.
Wang Jia smiled. "How is it? Our … doctor's attitude is definitely excellent. Look at his gaze when he sutured … "
"His hand isn't good-looking." The girl suddenly interrupted her and said with certainty, "His hand must be good-looking. I just realized that I'm actually a hand fetish … "
"But you can't see his hand clearly from so far away. Besides, he's wearing gloves. Why don't I ask him to come over … "
"No need. I can't just look at a man's hand every time I see him, right?" The girl showed a relaxed smile and said, "This is not fate."
"I see …"
"Hmm … By the way, can you send me Doctor Ling's WeChat message? I'll just ask a few questions. "
…..
"I'll help you with the stitches."
"Colles' fracture, how about manual reduction?"
"Incision and drainage here."
Ling Ran walked around the treatment room twice, and the order of the entire treatment room had returned to the state when the Emergency Medical Center was in charge.
His skills were not at the level where he could cover all the doctors from other departments. He could be said to be completely clueless about the diagnosis and treatment of diseases in many departments.
However, the profession of doctors had never been judged based on the average. At the end of the day, it all depended on the highest value of a doctor.
Doctors who were average in all aspects would not be respected, and doctors who specialized in only one surgical method would have a greater say in any field than the average doctor.
Of course, in the real world, doctors who could specialize in a certain surgical method and reach a certain peak would not be bad on average.
Surgery was no longer a job that could be carried out by knowing how to dissect and endure the disgust. Perhaps this was the case in the General Surgery Department, but other than that, doctors from other departments should not be humiliated like this.
In Yun Hua Hospital, Ling Ran no longer needed to prove himself. In addition, during the process of his tour, he only spoke about the projects he was familiar with. Doctors from other departments who came for consultation subconsciously lowered their statuses.
As long as the senior doctor did not make a mistake, the junior doctor could not refute. Sometimes, when the senior doctor made a mistake, the junior doctor could not refute.
In this environment, doctors from other departments naturally would not vent their emotions on the junior doctors in the Emergency Department.
Chief Physician Tao, who was originally in charge of suppressing the scene, also secretly sighed in relief.
He was about to retire, and he did not want to offend anyone, so he became more and more of a gentleman. However, surgeons had always been a rough profession. The more he gave in, the more unscrupulous the others became.
Chief Physician Tao was naturally happy that Ling Ran could suppress the scene. When he saw Ling Ran walk in, he waved and said, "Doctor Ling, come and sit here."
"Coming." Ling Ran walked over quickly and asked, "What case?"
"Oh, this is a patient from a serial car accident. He mainly has some lacerations on his arms, and there are some soft tissue contusions on his legs and elbows …" Chief Physician Tao did not show any pity as he handed over the patient.
Ling Ran naturally sat next to the patient.
At this time, the patient's family suddenly launched an attack. "This bastard went to attend his ex-girlfriend's wedding. I wish I didn't kill him."
As she spoke, the woman sitting by the bed raised her palm, which was the size of a tablet computer, and slapped the patient's face. The patient could not dodge in time, and his face instantly became swollen.
"There are also soft tissue contusions on his face," Chief Physician Tao added cautiously.
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