The next day.
As usual, Ling Ran reported to the Emergency Department of Yun Hua Hospital.
The management requirements for medical interns were similar to that of doctors. They had to report on time, clock in, and so on.
What was different from yesterday was that Ling Ran brought along the lunch made by his mother.
Tao Ping rarely cooked. She had to devote her limited time to playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, singing, dancing, drinking tea, playing with cups, making Han clothes, taking photos, needlework, embroidery … and so on. Naturally, it was impossible for her to do housework day after day.
However, Tao Ping's learning ability was as good as her appearance. The food she occasionally cooked was often so delicious that it made people wonder, 'What kind of pig feed did I eat with this bowl yesterday?'
Because of this, Tao Ping gave the bento she made to Ling Ran as a reward.
The bento was made of roast beef, roast goose, sausages, lettuce, cabbage, potatoes, corn, avocado, pear, dragon fruit, and rice. It was neatly placed in a traditional three-layered lacquer container in China. Soy sauce, vinegar, salt, chili oil, and mustard were added. The ritual alone was enough to make people speechless.
What was rare was that the taste matched the visual effect. Madam Tao Ping's seriousness was far beyond that of ordinary people, but she was not very productive …
"Ling Ran, come with me." Doctor Zhou was waiting at the office door. When he saw Ling Ran, he waved.
"What's wrong?" Ling Ran entered the room, quickly put down the lacquer box, and changed into a white coat.
"The department director wants to see you." Doctor Zhou said with a solemn expression, "I didn't expect you to be a medical intern. He wants to review all the medical cases yesterday. Sigh, why didn't you say so … "
"Yesterday was the first day of my internship." Ling Ran did not know the rules in the hospital.
Doctor Zhou was a good person. He slapped his forehead and said, "It's my fault. I didn't ask clearly. When I saw you suturing, I thought you were trained in another hospital."
Although medical interns and trainees from other hospitals were all here to learn, their standards and status were obviously very different.
Without waiting for Ling Ran to explain, Doctor Zhou urged him again, "Let's not talk about this. When the department director asks later, don't say that you don't understand. Just say that I let you suture because you're good, understand?"
"Okay," Ling Ran answered very quickly.
Doctor Zhou did not know how to respond. He said, "Aren't you humble?"
"What are you being humble about?"
"I'll have to take responsibility for what you said." Doctor Zhou waved his hand and said, "Forget it. Medical interns can carry out medical practice under the authorization of attending physicians. Without the supervision and authorization of the attending physician, both of us will have to bear the responsibility. So, you have to say that I authorized it. "
His explanation couldn't be clearer.
Ling Ran nodded and said, "All the operations were carried out under your authorization and supervision."
"That's what I mean." Doctor Zhou smiled and said, "Relax, we might be colleagues in the future. Your suturing skills are really good. You didn't learn it in school, right? You're very experienced."
"I occasionally help out in my family's clinic." What else could Ling Ran say?
"Your family runs a clinic? What's the name?"
"Lower Groove Clinic."
Doctor Zhou secretly noted it down and thought, 'Could it be a private clinic opened by the Japanese?'
The director of the Emergency Department, Huo Congjun, was an old doctor with a face full of wrinkles. He asked Ling Ran a few questions and let him go. He only told Doctor Zhou to supervise him more.
When they were out of the door, Ling Ran and Doctor Zhou sighed in relief. They looked at each other and smiled.
"Our director used to be a military doctor, so he pays particular attention to efficiency. But don't let your guard down … "Doctor Zhou took on the responsibility of supervising Ling Ran, so he could not help but say a few more words.
Ling Ran nodded in agreement.
Doctor Zhou sighed again. "It's said that doctors rely on talent. Your talent … is really good."
It would be a lie to say that he was not envious.
He had been a doctor for ten years before he became an attending physician. In terms of the hospital's professional skill curve, he had only climbed a little. As for the skill curve, it could only be said to be the beginning.
However, based on his current technical vision, Ling Ran's suturing skills had really reached a certain level.
It was not easy to climb to a certain level in any skill, let alone a skill like medicine that concerned human lives. Any improvement was precious.
With Ling Ran's suturing skills, even if he did not know anything else, he would not have to worry about not having a job in the future if he specialized in suturing.
Otherwise, why would the department director, who had always been strict, let Ling Ran go so easily and let him continue to supervise and authorize him?
Only doctors knew how difficult it was to improve a basic medical skill like suturing.
A young medical student in his early twenties who could master a high level of suturing skills needed an extremely rare talent.
"Since the department director has agreed, I'll let you handle all the patients who need suturing today." Doctor Zhou was done lamenting, and the thought of slacking off rose in his mind again.
Ling Ran immediately agreed.
The two of them talked and returned to the Emergency Department. Ling Ran directly followed Doctor Zhou into the treatment room, which made the young doctors and medical interns who were waiting outside envious.
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