"Help me wipe my sweat." After suturing a few tendons and checking the nerves, Ling Ran's forehead was also covered in sweat.
Nurse Wang Jia immediately stood on her tiptoes and wiped his sweat clean with gauze.
Ling Ran did not move much in the past ten minutes, but he moved quite a lot. In martial arts terms, he had countless small muscles all over his body working.
Ling Ran's posture for suturing was not as tiring as the martial-art squat, but the nature was similar.
He wore surgical magnifying glasses, and if he moved a little too much, the sutured area would fly out of his field of vision. His posture of bending over the table did not change at all. His brain was extremely excited, and his nerves were still active, so he sweated very quickly.
Of course, the most important thing was that Ling Ran did not like to sweat.
Ling Ran liked to sweat wantonly when he exercised a lot. At that time, his whole body would be sweating, and the sweat on his forehead, cheeks, and nose would be balanced. If he did not sweat, people would be anxious.
But surgery was different.
Nowadays, the temperature in the operating theater was constant, and it was rare to see sweat. At most, fine sweat would appear in the places where it was easy to sweat.
And what Ling Ran hated the most was sweating on the upper half of his face. Not only did he feel uncomfortable, but he also felt that he could not wear the surgical magnifying glasses.
If it were other young doctors, they would not be so willful. Doctors who had not become chief surgeons might not have had their sweat wiped by young nurses. If he sweated, he would just go to the side and drip it. If he met a young nurse who was in a good mood and wiped his sweat, it was a blessing, and he had to be grateful.
However, people were different.
Since he was young, Ling Ran did not need to think too much about interpersonal relationships.
If he needed to wipe his sweat, he would say it, and the young nurse would help him wipe his sweat.
His surgery might be smoother because of this, and he would be in a better mood. The young nurse would also be in a better mood, and her work would be smoother …
"You don't seem to be in a good state today," Ling Ran suddenly said, and Young Tie's emotional state was instantly pulled back to reality.
"What's wrong?" Lu Wenbin pulled the retractor and yawned loudly.
Ling Ran also seemed to be infected by him, and he yawned softly.
Wang Jia and the nurses below the stage had their eyes lit up, and they looked at each other excitedly. It was rare to see such an adorable scene from Doctor Ling. It was a pity that they could not record the scene just now, and they could not show off in the nurses' station.
Young Tie looked at Ling Ran nervously.
The man lying on the operating table was Chief Physician Pan's brother-in-law, whom he had personally asked Little Tie to take care of.
Young Tie suddenly regretted not looking for Department Director Huo earlier. If Department Director Huo had requested it, Ling Ran would not have dared to arrange Zheng Qi's surgery after the other three.
No matter how fast he was at the beginning, he should be exhausted by now. How could a normal person perform ten surgeries in a day? It was more like courting death.
No, even if he was courting death, he wouldn't be able to do it 10 times.
The right thing to do was for Ling Ran to rest well and conserve his energy. He would then wait for Zheng Qi to complete his preoperative preparations before he performed the surgery.
At that moment, Young Tie's head was filled with regret. He wished he could make Ling Ran drink two bottles of Red Bull.
"Make it bigger," Ling Ran ordered.
Little Tie retracted his spirit and stretched out his head to take a look.
Retractor Warrior Lu Wenbin increased his retractor power.
Ling Ran frowned. "I can't see it clearly anymore."
Aspirator Lu Wenbin immediately used a sweeping aspirator.
Ling Ran continued to frown. "Press on the gauze. Is there a bleeding point?"
As he spoke, Ling Ran used his hand to press on the inner part of the wound. He then looked at the amount of blood and said, "The small blood vessels are ruptured. Apply force evenly … endotherm knife …"
"Yes," Lu Wenbin answered obediently.
Little Tie cursed in his heart. He was too familiar with this procedure.
What did it mean if the chief surgeon scolded someone?
It meant that the surgery was not going well.
Surgery was like driving a car. If the surgery was going well, it would be like driving on a flat plain without any obstacles. The driver might even hum a song and be in a good mood. How could he scold someone?
If the surgery was not going well, it would be like being stuck in a traffic jam. The driver could endure the traffic jam for ten minutes, but he had to endure the traffic jam for half an hour. The traffic jam was so bad that he could not move, and when he finally moved a few steps, someone blocked his way. How would the driver feel? That was how the chief surgeon felt.
Compared to road rage, a doctor's bedside rage in front of the operating table was truly terrifying.
Little Tie looked at Ling Ran's state and felt that he was about to unleash a storm.
He looked at Lu Wenbin, who was pretending to be calm, a little pitifully.
In the operating theater, the first or second assistant was the chief surgeon's assistant when the surgery was going well. When the surgery was not going well, they would be the chief surgeon's punching bag.
Compared to being an assistant, the duty of punching bag was also extremely important.
It was like a pressure relief valve for road rage drivers, and it was an important part of maintaining the safety of the operating theater.
Little Tie only hoped that Lu Wenbin could do his job well as a punching bag.
The patient on the operating table had already completed nerve anastomosis.
Although Little Tie was an attending physician in the Hand Surgery Department, nerve anastomosis was mainly performed on the large nerves, and the prognosis was not good. He had even less confidence in the small ulnar nerve in the hand.
"Something's not right." Ling Ran threw the needle holder away and said, "Change the thread to a smaller size."
Wang Jia immediately said, "Okay."
"Continue to aspirate," Ling Ran said.
"Yes." Lu Wenbin was extremely obedient. He was only short of a neat fringe.
"Stop for a moment." Ling Ran took a deep breath and said, "Could it be the problem with the pork trotters during lunch?"
The extremely obedient and soft-eared Lu Wenbin suddenly stood up straight. "There's no way there's a problem with the pork trotters!"
Lu Wenbin's voice was sonorous and powerful, and it seemed to echo in the operating theater.
Ling Ran thought about it and looked at Lu Wenbin.
Lu Wenbin's legs were a little weak out of habit, but he immediately stood up straight. His eyes were lively as he said, "I personally picked the pork trotters at two o 'clock in the morning at East Lake Market. The boss is an old acquaintance. We ordered thirty pork trotters at a time, and I checked them one by one. As long as it's the front hoof, it's absolutely fresh. When I cooked it, I also checked it again and again. The soup is usually stored in the refrigerator, and I cook it once every three days. No matter how tired and tired I am, I will scoop out all the things inside … "
"Um …" Little Tie looked at Lu Wenbin's flushed face. He was really afraid that Lu Wenbin would do something irrational, so he quickly said, "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. Let's just talk. It's good to talk and relax your spirits …"
Lu Wenbin panted heavily.
Ling Ran was a little stunned as he said, "I originally wanted to say that I ate too little pork trotters in the afternoon. Will I have a little hypoglycemia …"
Lu Wenbin was stunned for a moment, and his heavy breathing instantly became softer. Even his ears, which had stood up straight, became soft. He whispered, "I didn't expect Department Director Huo to treat a guest with pork trotters, so I was too excited and gave him two more."
"Give me some glucose." Ling Ran asked the nurse to remove his mask, put a straw in it, and continued the surgery while he sucked the glucose.
Ling Ran focused again, and his movements became steadier and faster.
Doctor Tie Bei pulled himself together again. When he looked carefully, he felt dizzy.
Perineurium anastomosis targeted the extremely small perineurium. It was not obvious under a microscope, but it was basically impossible to distinguish it with the naked eye.
However, Young Tie was also an attending physician who had been in the Hand Surgery Department for almost ten years. Just by looking at Ling Ran's posture, he knew that he was really skilled.
What did this mean when a young doctor sutured the perineurium so skillfully?
Doctor Tie Bei did not dare to continue thinking about it.
He looked at Ling Ran's current operation and recalled Ling Ran's tendon suture. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was interesting, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was terrifying.
Young Tie could not help but think deeper. Was Department Associate Director Pan really doing this because of his brother-in-law? Did he find Ling Ran to suture the tendon?
Of course, Department Associate Director Pan must have pulled a long face because of his brother-in-law. However, he could totally find other doctors in the Hand Surgery Department.
Yun Hua Hospital's Hand Surgery Department was known as the elite department, and there were naturally experts among them. Although there were no more doctors who knew the M-Tang technique, which should he choose when he compared the M-Tang technique of an intern, the Kessler technique of a chief physician, or the double inferior suture technique of an associate chief physician?
If that did not work, Department Associate Director Pan knew so many experts who knew the M-Tang technique. Could he not hire someone to perform freelance surgeries?
Even if he invited Tong Xuehai from Beijing and paid him as his brother-in-law, he would be able to see him after seven or eight hours.
Unless …
Young Tie looked at Ling Ran's operation, but he could not think about it anymore.
Tong Xuehai was a person in the textbooks. Even if he was a little older, the students he taught were enough to be Ling Ran's ancestors.
Young Tie's thoughts ran wild. When he saw that Ling Ran was about to leave, he broke free from his thoughts.
He patted his cheeks hard and shouted, "Doctor Ling, can you suture it? My relative is a businessman, and he needs to look good when he's outside …"
"Okay." Ling Ran did not care too much. He asked for a needle holder and did not need Lu Wenbin's cooperation. He started suturing by himself.
Since Ling Ran was used to suturing under a microscope, it was quite easy for him to suture skin. In a daze, Ling Ran seemed to have found the joy he had in the debridement room that day. He naturally asked, "Do you want a big scar or a small one?"
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