"I showed my strength and was ready to fight fair and square, but you secretly hid a traitor and took the opportunity to sneak into the operating theater." Department Director Hu's mentality at this time was probably the same as what he said.
Doctor Wen, who was taking out his surgical gown, did not have to fight for the surgery anymore. He calmed down a lot, and his smile disappeared in a flash. He said, "Young people don't care about military ethics."
"It's me, Song Xianggong." Department Director Hu sighed. "Etiquette has collapsed!"
"Times have changed." Doctor Fang, who was a little older, was also filled with emotion.
The old nurse who was responsible for handing out surgical gowns behind him did not give him face and shouted, "Why are you so jealous? The rules of the operating theater have not changed. Hurry up, there will be people behind you. "
"Who will come in the middle of the night?" Department Director Hu was displeased. It was common for nurses to bully new doctors, but they still maintained respect for senior doctors. Forget about everything else, the senior attending physicians were almost as old as the fathers of the new nurses. The so-called old nurses were not even older than associate chief physicians.
However, the old nurse in the changing room today did not give Department Director Hu face. She pursed her lips and said, "The Ling Treatment Group needs to use the operating theater at night. Hurry up."
"There are so many operating theaters on the surgical floor. Do they still need to use the operating theater of our Orthopedics Department?" Doctor Wen was also a little angry.
The operating theaters on the surgical floor were nominally public, but in fact, they were still allocated to various departments. They could only make temporary or long-term changes.
It was normal for a well-run department like the Orthopedics Department to take advantage of others. No matter how much Ling Ran used the operating theater, in theory, he would not use the operating theater of the Orthopedics Department.
In fact, Department Director Hu stopped Doctor Wen at this time and said, "There is no need to argue about this. They just don't give us face."
Doctor Wen was stunned and looked at the nurse at the changing table.
The middle-aged and old nurse who was authorized was not afraid of anything, and she glared at Doctor Wen.
Doctor Wen decisively retracted his head and repeated Department Director Hu's words, "Don't argue with him."
The three of them stopped chatting. They took their surgical gowns and quickly went into the changing room.
When they were changing, Doctor Fang sighed again. "A good hospital is about to become Ling Ran's word."
"It's not strange. Although we are old, if we really fight against Ling Ran, we are all challengers." Department Director Hu chuckled and tried to get closer to the three of them. Right now, he could only rely on the few doctors under him.
As expected, Doctor Fang enjoyed it, and a smile flashed across his face. "Let's challenge him then. Ling Ran has a big family business, and we're only at Shoulder Joint, so we have nowhere to retreat to."
"Where there is oppression, there is resistance." Doctor Wen said half-jokingly.
"That's right. We're the oppressed class. If we win, we'll naturally be able to build a foundation for the masses." Even though Department Director Hu said that, he still felt a little regretful. If he had looked up to anesthetists and nurses in the past, he would not have been bullied today.
At the end of the day, he still needed the cooperation of people from other departments when he performed surgeries in the future. If he was really isolated, it would be difficult for him to survive.
"Operating Theater 6." Doctor Wen looked at the screen in the corridor, confirmed Ling Ran's operating theater, and added, "It has already started."
"Just in time." Director Hu straightened his clothes and charged over.
Doctor Wen and Doctor Fang mustered up their courage and followed Department Director Hu into the operating theater.
Operating Theater 6 was so quiet that it was like a high-end Japanese restaurant.
The operating theater was full of customers, and the seats from the inside to the outside were almost all full. But aside from the sound of the chief surgeon sharpening the knife, the customers were obedient and did not make any sound.
Doctor Wen was stunned at that moment, and he even felt a little scared.
It was early in the morning, and the corridor was also bare, as if it had been covered with Brazilian beeswax. There was not a single hair on the floor.
But what was going on with the crowd in Operating Theater 6?
Doctor Wen could not help but turn his head to look at the crowd. At the same time, he thought to himself, 'If I were to act in a horror film today, I should have died on the belly of a female ghost.'
Then, Doctor Wen thought of horror films about operating theaters. Ghosts would not be given anesthetics. When he thought of this scene, he already shuddered.
"Here, we need to pay attention to the axillary nerve," Ling Ran said, and his words immediately diluted the fear in Doctor Wen's heart.
His magnetic and sunny baritone had a strength that made people feel safe from the root.
Doctor Wen suddenly wanted to hug Ling Ran, not for anything else, but to listen to him more clearly. What bad intentions could a middle-aged attending physician have?
Doctor Wen could not help but have a tame smile appear on his face.
"Ahem." Department Director Hu coughed a few times to express his existence.
He was also old, and he was used to living a life of scheming against people behind their backs. He was not used to rebuking people directly. Expressing his existence was already his limit.
A few people looked over mechanically, like ghosts who did not have enough sushi and were smacking their lips.
Department Director Hu's sympathetic nerves trembled a few times, but he forced himself to endure it and continued to watch the surgery.
The ordinary lateral approach was not the most commonly used approach, but shoulder surgery had always been about flexibility, and it was not a rare approach. Department Director Hu himself also often used it.
When Department Director Hu saw this, his eyebrows were already raised.
Compared with the most common deltoid pectoralis major approach, or the more common upper approach, the lateral approach had obvious advantages and disadvantages.
On the one hand, the damage of the lateral approach was small, and the blood supply was not destroyed. The patient's postoperative prognosis was good, and his function recovered quickly. However, it also caused great damage to the axillary nerve.
At first glance, this kind of exchange seemed to be quite profitable, but in fact, in surgery, the most difficult part to avoid was the nerve.
For example, the reason why the deltoid pectoralis major approach was so common was because this method was sufficiently exposed. As long as attention was paid to protecting the cephalic vein, there would not be too much of a problem. Although scars would appear because of this, the patient was an old lady, and there was no need to be afraid of scars.
In fact, many ordinary doctors among ordinary doctors might be satisfied with mastering this surgical method. When they saw old ladies, they did not care about scars. When they saw young ladies, they could not care about scars even if they wanted to. They still did what they had to do, and there was no need to talk about the surgical approach with the patient during the preoperative conversation.
"Ling Ran pays too much attention to the blood supply." Department Director Hu pretended to shake his head secretly and said in a low voice, "He's not an athlete."
At this time, he thought of the Achilles tendon surgery performed by Ling Ran. It was almost similar, but the method was different, and the operation was different.
However, when performing Achilles tendon surgery on athletes, the idea was to preserve the blood supply, but when performing shoulder joint surgery on an old lady, Department Director Hu did not quite approve of it. In other words, this was a point to nitpick, and he felt that it was a good idea to point it out.
"Shh." A doctor who sat on a high chair and watched the surgery put up his finger at Department Director Hu.
Department Director Hu frowned and took a closer look. Then, he recognized the familiar face under the mask …
"Associate Director Li, why are you here? It's so late. "Department Director Hu quickly moved over and thought, 'No wonder this person has a chair to sit on …'
"I'm on duty today." Associate Director Li did not tell the truth.
Although Yun Hua Hospital did have a policy that required hospital leaders to be on duty, did not the assistant hospital directors who were promoted from the frontline not do this?
It was Department Director Hu's first time seeing Associate Director Li not sleeping at night but coming to watch a live surgery.
"Let's talk after the surgery …" The person who interrupted Associate Director Li was also sitting on a chair.
Department Director Hu looked again, and as expected, it was the associate hospital director of the Lu Hospital next door.
And the latter was pointing at a camera with a provincial logo.
'The media brought by the free medical consultation?' Department Director Hu's jealousy disappeared in a flash. He felt that he had a sudden realization, so he turned his head and looked at the surgery.
At this time, Ling Ran's scalpel was waved like a knife in a Japanese restaurant.
'Axillary nerve … Dodge.
Dodge … Axillary nerve. '
Department Director Hu was dazzled. He watched as the axillary nerves seemed to be peeled off by Ling Ran, and he could not help but be in a trance.
'Does Ling Ran specialize in the axillary nerve?
'This is too much!'
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