The surgery was very successful. The patient is now in the recovery room. After the anesthesia is over, he will be sent to the intensive care unit. You can see him then. "Lu Wenbin followed the rules and explained the situation to Gong Kaijie's family members.
At this time, the number of the patient's family members in the waiting room increased by two.
Weddings were supposed to be a gathering of family and friends. Although there was a series of car accidents, after the initial chaos, those who were lucky enough to avoid it began to search for the patient in various hospitals.
Because of this, more family members gathered in Yun Hua Hospital.
Madam Gong now had someone by her side, so she calmed down a little, but the tear stains and ruined makeup on her face were still very obvious.
Her daughter sat behind her. She was not injured, but her eyes were listless as she leaned against the wall. She looked as if her heart had died.
Lu Wenbin glanced at them, and his expression became even calmer.
Doctors who worked in the Emergency Department for a long time knew that the current state of the patient's family members was definitely irrational and abnormal. And for doctors, the patient's family members were also the most sensitive at this time.
Madam Gong looked straight at Lu Wenbin, and it was hard to tell whether she was happy or not. She repeated, "Was the surgery successful?"
"Yes." Lu Wenbin showed a faint smile in his seriousness.
Madam Gong was shocked. Then, she was worried for a short while, and her voice became lower. "Old Gong … how much can his fingers recover?"
"This still depends on the follow-up rehabilitation." Lu Wenbin looked at the family members around him and gave them a heads-up.
Madam Gong asked, "Is the rehabilitation going well?"
Lu Wenbin nodded, coughed a few times, and said, "Madam Gong, let me first say that our clinical judgment is a judgment based on experience, not a scientific judgment. So, we can roughly give a certain range and possibility, but it is not accurate."
"Yes."
"Usually, for a surgery like finger replantation, if more than 60% of the finger's function can be recovered, we can judge it as excellent. In any hospital, if the finger's function can be recovered to this extent, it can be said that the surgery was successful." When Lu Wenbin said this, the patient's family members all became nervous.
Madam Gong's expression was a little excited, but she could not say anything in her anxiety.
Lu Wenbin changed the topic and said, "The clinical judgment we can make now is that the patient's finger function can be recovered to 70% or even 80%. It is a very ideal result, so …"
This time, the patient's family members all showed happy expressions.
"I thought …" Madam Gong's eyes became misty.
Lu Wenbin smiled and continued, "So, what you need to do next is to urge the patient to undergo rehabilitation. This is a very important step. Only by doing a good job in rehabilitation can we guarantee the eventual recovery of the patient's fingers. If the rehabilitation is done well, there is a high probability that the function of the fingers will further recover. "
The patient's family nodded repeatedly.
Lu Wenbin also heaved a sigh of relief. For the doctors in the Ling Treatment Group, Ling Ran always spoke in a straightforward manner, and it was very comfortable for his subordinates. However, when he spoke to the patients and the patients' family members in the same manner, it was always troubling. This was especially so when it came to the prognosis. In the eyes of the doctors, Ling Ran always spoke too confidently.
Of course, based on the results, Ling Ran's judgment could not be said to be too full of himself. However, from the perspective of the doctors in Ling Ran's treatment group, when Ling Ran gave his judgment, he could have been a little more conservative.
Take Gong Kaijie's family members for example. If he had told them that the results were excellent, or even 70% recovery, Lu Wenbin felt that he would be calmer.
For a moment, a thought rose in Lu Wenbin's mind. 'The patient's prognosis is not cooked pork trotters. How can he make such a clear judgment …'
When he thought of this, Lu Wenbin's expression froze again.
If Ling Ran's judgment of the surgery's outcome was the same as his judgment of how familiar he was with pork trotters, then it would be too terrifying.
"Doctor Lu, will there be any problems?" When Gong Kaijie's family saw the slight change in Lu Wenbin's expression, they could not help but become anxious.
"It's fine. I just thought of something else." Lu Wenbin chuckled a few times and quickly comforted them.
"It's good that you're fine. Too many things happened at home today. Now, I just want to hear you say that you're fine." Madam Gong forced a smile and looked at her daughter anxiously.
The wedding was supposed to be the most glorious day for a girl, and it was a time for her to show off to the public. However, before the wedding took place, the convoy that escorted the bride became the scene of an accident.
To make matters worse, her husband, who had already obtained his marriage certificate, requested for a divorce, and it instantly drove the girl into a state of isolation.
Madam Gong secretly sighed. She had actually secretly called her "ex-son-in-law", but the other party was determined. He listed all kinds of "actions" of her daughter, which also showed that Rome was not built in a day.
No matter how unreasonable Madam Gong was, she could still hear that the core of her "ex-son-in-law"'s words was nothing more than "I can't be bothered to serve you".
Indeed, as a young teacher with a promising future in the Academy of Fine Arts, he could serve his wife who was "happy to work", but if it was a wife who had "no money, no background, and was pretentious", he was not interested in serving her.
"Boss Zhu." Madam Gong's gaze turned to the other side.
Boss Zhu from the Waterfall Gallery had specially rushed over and chatted with her for a long time. At this time, he was regarded as a noble by Madam Gong.
"Doctor Lu, let's talk somewhere else." Boss Zhu was in his forties. He had long hair and looked a little handsome in his middle age. He wore a casual suit and a white shirt, and he looked a little noble.
Lu Wenbin hummed in acknowledgment and followed Boss Zhu to a corner.
"Doctor Lu, now that the surgery is over, I should be able to give you this small gift, right?" Boss Zhu still chuckled and took out the red packet.
"I don't want it." Lu Wenbin said righteously. He was really not interested. If he wanted to make money, his monthly rent income was now more than his salary. Of course, the bonus of the Ling Treatment Group was still quite a lot, but it was not the motivation for him to get up early and work late every day. The red packet was even less so.
Lu Wenbin and Boss Zhu rejected it a few times, and then said, "If you must give it to me, I can only take it to pay for your expenses."
"Hmm … then let's do this first." Boss Zhu took the opportunity to put away the red packet and said, "Doctor Lu, actually, I really want to ask you for a favor. Since you're a straightforward person, I'll just say it directly."
"Yes, I'm also short on time." Lu Wenbin was actually a little impatient.
Boss Zhu coughed a few times and said, "Actually, it's about Gong Kaijie, Mister Gong. You just said that his hand can recover by eighty percent. Can I take it that he can resume painting?"
"More or less, it depends on what he's painting."
"Can he sketch?"
"He has to get used to it again, right? Besides, I don't know what the standards of you painters are …"
"The standards of painters?" Boss Zhu suddenly smiled and said, "Our painter Gong is a modern artist. There's no need to use any standards to frame him."
"Modern artist?"
"Yes, if his fingers can recover, I'm going to hold an art exhibition for him. My plan is to do a lot of publicity on the Internet in addition to the traditional publicity channels of TV stations and newspapers. At that time, there may be interviews and filming plans, and I hope that Yun Hua Hospital can cooperate."
Lu Wenbin was stunned. "I understand."
"Sorry to trouble you, Doctor Lu, but for everyone, it may be a good publicity opportunity."
"We're not so ruthless to use the car accident as publicity." Lu Wenbin did not care whether the owner of an art gallery was happy or not. He casually said, "What if the public doesn't recognize it?"
"It's okay, we have to bear such risks in the art gallery." Boss Zhu did not say the words hidden in his heart. Even if Gong Kaijie's fingers could not recover, he could use this excuse to sell some of Gong Kaijie's paintings that the gallery had accumulated. It would not be too much of a loss.
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