This is Gong Kaijie, Painter Gong. Three fingers on the right hand are severed, and there is a rather serious crush injury. The edge of the wound is not neat, and the cut surface is seriously polluted by oil … "
When the attending physician from the Orthopedics Department saw that Ling Ran and his group had come to "snatch" the patient, his expression was as calm as an ancient well. He was like a secular disciple from the Mount Song hospital who had run into the executive vice hospital director of the Shaolin Temple's Dharma Institute during an activity to "love one's job and devote oneself to planting trees", and the other party had taken away the saplings he had picked from the foot of the mountain. At this moment, he could only smile. Did he have any other choice?
He could not possibly force himself to jump off Mount Emei's Sacrificial Cliff.
It was just a patient with a severed finger. Truth be told, if the attending physicians of the Orthopedics Department had not been assigned to this department, they would not even bother to accept a patient who needed a finger replantation, especially a finger replantation with three severed fingers. Even if there were two people doing it, they might not be able to get off the operating table even after four or five hours.
What could such a laborious surgery bring to orthopedic surgeons? The commission for three Kirschner needles? Or did he gain some experience? Orthopedic surgeons could not be bothered to learn something like finger replantation surgeries that could not earn them money.
Layman disciples had to have a white lining on their robes. Only then would they be able to survive.
Ling Ran was not picky about the type of surgery.
He had always been the type of person who would do whatever he wanted to do, and he did not think too much about the cost-performance ratio. This was because, based on his life experience, many actions and the price of goods were very volatile, to the point that they often deviated from the scope of reason, and it was very easy for people to lose their judgment.
Ling Ran was more concerned about the surgery itself.
"The fracture surface is in the middle of the middle phalanx. It's not easy to suture it." Ling Ran turned the patient's palm over and over three times before he sighed.
The expressions of the patient and his family members sank in an instant.
"Well, why don't we ask Dr. Wang to stitch it?" Gong Kaijie's wife was about 50 years old. She was dressed fashionably and dignified, like a very powerful mother-in-law. But now, she was a little lost.
The attending physician from the Orthopedics Department coughed a few times and quickly said, "Doctor Ling can suture better."
As a layman disciple from the outer hospital of Mount Song, he absolutely did not dare to take advantage of Ling Ran. There were too many cases of this happening in Yun Hua Hospital.
However, the patient and his family members did not believe it. They looked at the two of them suspiciously.
"Didn't you say that there was no problem with the suturing just now?" the patient's wife asked Attending Physician Wang in an unpleasant tone.
"I mean, it can be sutured. Doctor Ling just said that it's not easy …" Attending Physician Wang did not know how to answer this question.
Ren Qi smiled and said, "Do you have your phones? Search for Doctor Ling's information. "
"Search?"
"Open the browser on your phone and type in 'Doctor Ling Ran'. There are all sorts of introductions there." When Ren Qi was in the General Surgery Department, he often searched for Ling Ran's name. Unlike other doctors, it was not appropriate for him to ask for Ling Ran's news often. Instead, he could gather more information from the Internet.
The patient's expression was contorted in pain, but he still asked his wife to take out her phone to search for it.
He typed the words "Doctor Ling" into the search engine, and a series of introductions and news about him instantly popped up.
Under normal circumstances, ordinary people would not pay attention to news about doctors. However, once modern people fell sick, especially after suffering from a serious illness, they would soon become familiar with the famous doctors in the industry.
In an era where the difference in fees between high-end doctors and normal doctors was not huge, high-end doctors usually only had more patients, and it was not easy for them to register.
As long as it was possible, patients would definitely be willing to seek treatment from famous doctors.
And Ling Ran had already accumulated a high enough reputation by performing surgeries and treatments day after day.
Gong Kaijie and his wife looked at Ling Ran, and their gazes toward him changed.
"Logically speaking, a famous doctor like Doctor Ling should be able to suture better, right?" Gong Kaijie's wife said in a slightly provocative manner.
Lu Wenbin glanced at the attending physician from the Orthopedics Department beside him, smiled, and said, "Maybe the standards are different."
In an instant, Gong Kaijie and his wife instantly understood.
The patient, Gong Kaijie, raised his head with great effort, looked at Ling Ran, and said, "Doctor Ling, I'm a painter, and I've been painting for my whole life. My fingers are my tools. Please help me keep them."
His wife also said by the side, "Our Old Gong is self-taught. He's not like those painters from academies. They have masters, seniors, and juniors to flatter them. After so many years, they've only just gained some fame. Yesterday, he even told me that he wants to learn from those painters and paint one painting for his granddaughter every year … Doctor Ling, you're an expert in finger replantation. You must reconnect his fingers …"
"It's finger replantation," Lu Wenbin corrected his wife in a soft voice. No one paid attention to him.
Ling Ran thought for a few seconds, but he still shook his head slightly. "It's very easy to reconnect the fingers, but it's probably very difficult to restore them, especially to meet the needs of a painter. I can't guarantee it."
"Do you mean that I can't paint in the future?" Gong Kaijie obviously did not want to accept this reality.
Ling Ran nodded slowly. "In terms of flexibility, it's very likely that you'll only have about sixty percent of your normal state."
Gong Kaijie's expression changed again. "Sixty percent … What do you mean by sixty percent?"
Lu Wenbin answered on his behalf, "If you're a lathe worker, maintaining sixty percent of your fingers is basically enough. It might not be easy for you to perform particularly precise operations, but it's still fine for you to perform operations that are not too bad …"
"I paint, not work as a lathe worker!" Gong Kaijie was a little angry, but he soon relaxed a little and said, "I didn't say anything about being a lathe worker, but if it's sixty percent … Sigh …"
"It's … It's better than not being able to reconnect the fingers, right?" His wife comforted Gong Kaijie at this moment. She said in a low voice, "Didn't you say this before? You don't just use your hands to paint. Your thoughts are very important, and your thoughts won't change … "
"Sigh …" Other than sighing, Gong Kaijie did not know what else to say.
"If you want to undergo surgery, I suggest that you decide as soon as possible." Lu Wenbin paused for a moment and said, "Truth be told, it's because I know that Mister Gong is a painter that I called Doctor Ling over. I can say that among the experts in the country, Doctor Ling is one of the best. As for those from other countries … If you know more about them, you might know that their finger replantation skills are also one of the best in China."
The attending physician from the Orthopedics Department who stood by the side finally started to feel a little uncomfortable. He said in a low voice, "If you have something to say, leave him some dignity."
Lu Wenbin glanced at him and said, "I think it's a compliment to say that you're not as good as Doctor Ling when it comes to finger replantation."
The attending physician from the Orthopedics Department was stunned for a moment before he let out a long sigh. "I can't refute what you said, but I don't think it's appropriate for you to say this …"
Lu Wenbin looked at the attending physician from the Orthopedics Department as if he was looking at a skinny pig trotter. He then looked at the patient and said, "What do you think?"
"We …" Gong Kaijie thought about it and said in a low voice, "I want to see my daughter …"
"I'll give her a call." His wife took out her phone and made a call.
A few minutes later, the sound of crying came from the phone. Everyone could hear it. "Mom, Shen Jie said that he doesn't want to get married anymore. He wants to divorce me …"
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