"Remember to arrange for the patient to start rehabilitation tomorrow," Ling Ran ordered after he finished the surgery.
Different patients started rehabilitation at different times, which mainly depended on the strength of the tendon suture. If the chief surgeon felt that the tendon suture was strong enough, he could start rehabilitation the next day. Otherwise, it would be slightly delayed.
Starting rehabilitation early would test the suture, and delaying rehabilitation would increase the risk of adhesion.
When Young Tie heard Ling Ran's words, his heart was finally at ease.
At the very least, the strength of the tendon suture was enough. According to the standards of the Hand Surgery Department, this had reached the basic value. As long as the tendon was not severed, a "good" rating would not be able to escape.
Young Tie immediately thought of Ling Ran's surgery process, and he felt sad for only asking for the basic value. He had been learning the M-Tang technique from Department Associate Director Pan for a few years, and it had been more than a year since he started learning seriously. But until now, he did not have the chance to be the chief surgeon for the M-Tang technique. Department Associate Director Pan asked him to be above good in suturing before he gave him the chance. However, to get a "good" rating using the M-Tang technique, he had to take care of every detail during the suture process …
Young Tie tried for a long time, but he could not meet the requirements. He was not too anxious. This was a very difficult surgical method, and there were not many people in Yun Hua and Changxi who could do it …
Young Tie looked at Ling Ran deeply. In his mind, he could not help but compare Ling Ran's surgery process with Department Associate Director Pan Hua's.
Doctor Tie Bei suddenly shuddered, but he did not want to think about it in detail.
"What time does the rehabilitation start?" Young Tie felt that Ling Ran's back was very serious, so he turned around and asked Lu Wenbin.
Lu Wenbin showed a strange smile. "The earliest would be five in the morning."
"Huh? Rehabilitation at five in the morning? "
"I asked for three in the morning, but the patients and their families were not very obedient. It would be better to change it to five." Ling Ran was also very helpless about this problem. He was already at the door, but he still had the time to turn around and say this.
Young Tie looked at Lu Wenbin speechlessly. He could not help but ask, "What's the point of doing rehabilitation at three or five in the morning?"
"Make full use of the rehabilitation room." Ling Ran glanced at Tie Bei and said, "The rehabilitation room we are using is already full. If we can't increase the number of rehabilitation rooms or increase the effective use of time, we will have to stop surgeries."
"Hehe … Hehe …" What could Little Tie say? The rehabilitation room allocated to the Emergency Department by the Hand Surgery Department was not big, but when they considered the fact that each rehabilitation room could allow many people to undergo reexamination, and the average time for each person to undergo reexamination was only around two hours per day, the rehabilitation room could still accommodate a lot of people.
However, no one would have thought that Ling Ran would be able to treat ten patients a day.
With such a high frequency of surgeries, adding another rehabilitation room might not necessarily solve the problem.
The treatment group that Young Tie was in would be celebrating if they could complete ten major surgeries every week.
Thirty surgeries a month could be considered to be the treatment group's maximum number of surgeries. Everyone would not be too tired, but it was enough to meet the requirements of various aspects, and the doctors would be able to achieve their targets.
As for Ling Ran, he only needed three days to perform thirty surgeries. With this kind of frequency, those who knew about the field would know that he was a surgery maniac. And surgery maniacs, regardless of whether they were from Changxi Province or Beijing, had always been behemoths that could devour the resources of a department.
In other words, the surgery maniac could be as crazy as the resources of a department could be. Dong Nianguo of Peking Union Medical College in Wusan Town once performed more than one hundred heart transplants in a year, and he was ranked among the top ten in the world. If another person was in another hospital, being able to perform ten heart transplants was already enough for them to wear a yellow robe and shout, "I am the king of the world".
It could be imagined that if there were more heart donors in China, and the hospital conditions were better, it was very possible for them to be able to perform the world's first heart transplant.
Surgery maniacs were always limited by reality.
For example, Ling Ran might be limited by the number of rehabilitation rooms, and if he solved this problem, he might run into the problem of not having enough operating theaters …
Little Tie glanced at Ling Ran, sighed, and said, "Waking patients up at five in the morning for rehabilitation isn't the way to solve the problem of not having enough rehabilitation rooms, right?"
Ling Ran nodded slowly and said, "An hour earlier is indeed useless, but if it's three in the morning, many people will be late or absent."
Little Tie clearly saw the troubled expression on Ling Ran's face.
Little Tie screamed in his heart, 'What do you have to be troubled about? What do you have to be troubled about? '
At this moment, Lu Wenbin thought of something, and he said, "Doctor Tie, can the Hand Surgery Department solve this problem for us?"
Little Tie shuddered and shook his head repeatedly. "The Hand Surgery Department has already given up such a large area of rehabilitation rooms. How can we give you more rehabilitation rooms? Besides, it's not as if you just want a small area."
"We've already asked Department Director Huo, and we're currently renovating the old warehouse. After the renovation is done, the area of our rehabilitation rooms will be bigger, and we can return a part of the rehabilitation room to you."
"That's not something I can decide." As Little Tie spoke, he looked at Zheng Qi who was lying on the operating table and said, "Then, let's meet in the rehabilitation room at five in the morning tomorrow."
After Little Tie finished speaking, he quickly ran away.
Ling Ran did not bother to think too much about it. He turned around and made sure that the patient's condition was normal. He then nodded and left the operating theater to continue the surgery next door.
Lu Wenbin stared at Little Tie's back and thought for a while before he said to Su Jiafu, who was beside him, "Old Su, this patient will be sent to the rehabilitation room later, right?"
"Of course."
"If the patient wakes up, can you call me first?"
"What do you want to do?" Su Jiafu liked Ling Ran's surgeries very much, and he was also very familiar with Lu Wenbin. He smiled and joked, "The management of our rehabilitation room is very strict, you can't do anything."
The rehabilitation room was also known as the Post-anesthesia Monitoring and Treatment Room. It had a very grand name, but it was very frugal. The advanced version of the PACU could be set up like the ICU (intensive care unit). It cost a lot of money, but it was fully equipped. For example, the rehabilitation room shared by Yun Hua Hospital's Operating Floor had more than twenty beds, and it cost tens of millions of RMB.
As for the PACU that was provided by the Operating Area of the Emergency Medicine Building, it was not as extravagant. Since there were a total of four operating theaters, the rehabilitation room was initially only equipped with two beds, three sets of monitoring equipment, and a large number of drugs. If the expenses of the equipment were included, it might not even be 100,000 RMB.
After Ling Ran's surgery volume increased, the rehabilitation room was also slightly expanded. The number of beds was increased to six, and the number of monitoring equipment, nurses, care workers, and anesthetists was also increased. However, they did not spend more money.
Lu Wenbin smiled in a flattering manner and said, "Doctor Su, I'll use two pork trotters in exchange for your information."
Su Jiafu thought about it and said, "You'll be in charge of moving the round stools today."
"Sure." Lu Wenbin agreed immediately.
After a few more surgeries, Su Jiafu called Lu Wenbin.
Lu Wenbin finished explaining the preoperative procedures in a few sentences. He turned around and went straight to the rehabilitation room. He saw that Zheng Qi was shaking his head.
"Mister Zheng, how do you feel?" Lu Wenbin asked as a matter of course.
"Oh … I …" Zheng Qi, who had just woken up from anesthesia, was slow and confused. He only asked, "Where's Young Pan? Was Pan Hua the one who operated on me? "
"You know Associate Chief Physician Pan Hua?" Lu Wenbin's eyes lit up.
"He's my brother-in-law." Zheng Qi asked again, "Can you call him? Where's my wife?"
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