After sending the exhausted Chief Wang back to the office, Ling Ran was not in a hurry to return to the operating theater.
Although the two finger replantation patients were chosen by Chief Wang Haiyang, they were still patients of the Emergency Department. They were also sent to the Emergency Department's ward, which meant that they had to take up two hospital beds.
And hospital beds were the most scarce resource in the Emergency Department.
Fortunately, the Emergency Department had a separate building, and there was still room for expansion. After the new observation room was renovated, they could add nearly thirty beds, which meant that there would be seven to eight wards. Besides, they could also free up some of the space in the previous warehouse and use it to reconstruct rehabilitation rooms and other things.
Excluding the additional beds, there were around ninety beds. It would be considered a high standard in any tertiary Grade A hospital outside of Zhengzhou.
Considering that the facilities were not complete and the beds were relatively crowded, Ling Ran was not in a hurry to perform surgery. He first went to the observation room for ward rounds.
Although there had been no major surgery for a few days, most of the patients in the observation room were Ling Ran's.
The turnover rate of the Hand Surgery Department had always been a big problem. Some grade B hospitals liked to carry out orthopedic and hand surgeries because they saw the benefits brought by long-term hospitalization. However, for tertiary Grade A hospitals, the low turnover rate was a chronic problem. The ever-increasing number of surgeries and the lack of hospital beds created a huge conflict.
Yun Hua Hospital's Hand Surgery Department had also been greatly troubled by the number of hospital beds. If the number of hospital beds was unlimited, there would be no need for grade B hospitals. Everyone's skills were not on the same platform.
With the current medical situation in China, if a medical student could not join a large or medium-sized hospital after graduation, the probability of him making a name for himself in the medical field was extremely low.
The surgery volume of the entire surgery department of a grade B hospital might not even be as high as the surgery volume of an attending physician in a tertiary Grade A hospital, and the difficulty level was much lower. It's like two students. One student only does one exercise book every year, and it's the simplest type. The other student does one exercise book every week, and it's the most difficult one. 10 years later, when everyone takes the exam together, what's the path to victory for the student who does one exercise book every year? Of course, it was luck.
Patients with slightly more serious illnesses would also know to go to big hospitals.
Ling Ran also had Yun Hua Hospital's platform to have a large number of medical cases.
As he walked around, Ling Ran saw Boss Shao.
Boss Shao, who had just undergone a laparotomy, was leaning against the wall at that moment. He was reading a book called Dream of the Red Chamber with great interest.
"Doesn't your stomach hurt?" Ling Ran sat beside Boss Shao's bed.
"Doctor Ling, oh my, I haven't thanked you yet. Son, pour a cup of tea for Doctor Ling. It's all thanks to Doctor Ling that your father didn't bleed to death. " After Boss Shao finished speaking, he said, "The pain in my stomach has lessened, and the doctor didn't prescribe me any painkillers. He knows that I can bear with it."
The corners of Ling Ran's mouth twitched.
Of course, he would be able to endure it, but he would definitely feel pain.
"Doctor Ling, please have some tea." The teenager diligently used his own cup to make tea. He brought it to Ling Ran and said softly, "Thank you, Doctor Ling."
"You're welcome." Ling Ran took a sip of the tea and found that it was quite good.
Boss Shao's son went to do his homework. He looked like he was about fourteen or fifteen years old. His homework was placed on a military bed, and there was a military blanket under his butt. He looked like a soldier who was ready to go out at any time.
"His mother wants to take care of the shop, so she asked her son to come over and help for two days. When I'm ready to leave, he'll go back," Boss Shao said and smiled. "He might be young, but he's very familiar with the hospital."
Ling Ran maintained his smile and said, "Shall I perform a physical examination for you?"
His physical examination was at Specialist Level. It was not very strong, but it was enough.
Naturally, Boss Shao did not object. He arranged a physical examination every three months, and he never took his own body lightly.
Ling Ran checked Boss Shao from head to toe before he said, "There's basically no problem. There's a slight murmur in his heart. It might be because his mitral valve is not too good, and his liver and kidneys are not too good. It's probably similar to before. There's inflammation in his stomach, which might be affected by the laparotomy. It's the same for his gallbladder. It's not too good, but there's no need to deal with it for the time being.
Boss Shao smiled. "It's good that you're fine. Sigh, now that I've recovered, I'm going to buy a cotton vest. I'll carry it when I go out in the future, so I won't be afraid of falling."
"The kind that children carry?"
Boss Shao's face turned a little red. "I see that the children in the courtyard carry it quite well. They won't hurt themselves if they fall."
"What about the weather?"
"They usually stay in air-conditioned rooms."
"You run a barbecue shop, right? How can you barbecue while wearing a cotton singlet?"
"Then you'll have to be careful when you barbecue. Don't fall." Boss Shao spoke seriously and suddenly said, "By the way, I asked someone to send some tripes over. Doctor Ling, you can try it."
There was no need for him to say anything. His son, Shao Quji, who was listening attentively, brought over a basin of tripes.
The basin was filled to the brim, and Ling Ran, who had not eaten dinner, drooled madly when he saw it.
"Doctor Ling, you don't have to be so polite. My son doesn't like to eat tripes anymore. We can't eat much of the newly sent tripes." Boss Shao was talking about the other three patients in the same room. All of them had abdominal injuries, and they had not reached the point where they could eat.
Ling Ran thought about it, took out his phone, and said, "Then I'll give Lu Wenbin a call and ask him to send some pork trotters over."
Reciprocation was one of the few social skills that Ling Ran mastered. Boss Shao's son, Shao Quji's eyes lit up when he heard it.
…..
Chief Physician Wang Haiyang's body was limp. When he returned home, he eagerly turned on his phone and sent the video of his surgery today to the Hand Surgery Department's WeChat group.
Most of the operating theaters in Yun Hua Hospital had video recording functions. It was even easier to record microsurgeries. It could basically record the chief surgeon's field of vision.
This kind of surgery video naturally had a lot of teaching value. Although Chief Physician Wang Haiyang's main purpose was to show off, in name, it was also for teaching.
The young doctors in the WeChat group immediately asked obediently, "Was Chief Physician Wang the one who performed the surgery today?"
"Yes." Chief Physician Wang used his thick fingers to write and draw on his phone. He did not know how to use Pinyin, so he always used handwritten input to chat.
[I heard that today's finger replantation was performed very quickly. Was it this one?]
[Yes.]
[Handsome!] Behind the young doctor's words of praise was a row of emojis and pictures.
Chief Physician Wang Haiyang smiled very proudly and directly used a voice message to say, [You can take a look. On average, each finger took less than one and a half hours. Today's surgery was very smooth, and the effect should be good.]
[Old Wang, your old tree is blossoming!] Chief Physician Jin Xi sent a smiling emoji.
Chief Physician Wang Haiyang quickly sent a laughing emoji and said, [I'm in good condition today. I performed five fingers in one go.]
Finger replantation surgery was very difficult, meticulous, and required a lot of skill.
In Europe and the United States, the price of a finger replantation with three fingers was around three hundred thousand USD, and the surgery cost accounted for most of the cost. Most families who did not have the corresponding insurance would choose to terminate the surgery.
There were many hospitals in the country that could perform finger replantation, but many of them were still very low-level. This was partly because of the advantages brought by performing only one surgical method, and also because the demand for finger replantation in the country was relatively low.
The demand for Yun Hua Hospital's Hand Surgery Department was relatively high. Chief Physician Wang Haiyang naturally wanted to be proud of himself for maintaining a high level of skill in difficult surgeries, and at the same time, he managed to perform a large number of finger replantation surgeries.
"The anastomosis of the blood vessels was really fast."
"Epineurium suture, right? It's so neat."
"Chief Physician Wang's speed is really fast."
The doctors who watched the video all expressed their opinions. Wang Haiyang was in a good mood as he watched, and he kept writing.
"Old Wang, who did you use as your assistant today? His skill is pretty good." Chief Physician Jin Xi waited for everyone to praise him before he asked this question.
He was the chief physician of the Hand Surgery Department, so he naturally had to know the talents under him like the back of his hand.
Although the doctor who acted as Wang Haiyang's first assistant only showed his hand, his technique was obviously not that of an attending physician whom Chief Physician Jin Xi was familiar with, and it was even more impossible for him to be an associate chief physician or chief physician whom he was familiar with. Naturally, he was curious.
The other doctors were also very curious about this question.
Someone followed up and said, "His technique is very skilled. He should have performed finger replantations before. Is it Attending Physician Hu? Hu Wanshan? "
"He should have done it many times."
"I think I've seen his suturing technique before."
"His skill is pretty good. Look at the twelve-minute mark, the tendon was sutured very quickly."
"Chief Physician Wang, did you go for freelance surgery? Wang Haiyang? "Chief Physician Pan Hua boldly typed and asked.
Wang Haiyang did not have time to write on his phone, so he directly sent a voice message. "The first assistant is Ling Ran."
"It doesn't seem like our hospital's style. I have to say, this operation is very meticulous. Look at the suturing of the blood vessels … "
Chief Physician Pan Hua sent another message in the Hand Surgery Department's chat group. After he sent that message, no new messages appeared for a long time.
"Pan Hua" deleted a message.
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