It was the day of the surgery.
It was a sunny day, and there was not a single cloud in the sky. It was a perfect day for the sports day.
Lu Wenbin brought the pork trotters, pork knuckles, and chicken feet that he had carefully cooked to the waiting room in the Operating Area.
A few doctors rushed forward and divided most of the trotters.
Lu Wenbin hugged a toy box tightly. When Ling Ran came out, he presented it to Ling Ran as if he was offering a tribute. He said with a smile on his face, "Doctor Ling, these are two front trotters that I carefully selected from thousands of pig trotters. Look at the thickness and elasticity. I went to the meat packing factory at two in the morning to pick them … "
The doctors around him laughed. "They're still pork trotters."
"Every doctor is different. How can pork trotters be the same?" Lu Wenbin refuted seriously.
Attending Physician Zhao Leyi, who was sitting beside him, laughed. "So, your pork trotters are equivalent to Department Director Huo?"
"If one pork trotter is Department Director Huo, what about the other?" Zheng Pei, a senior resident doctor who was also holding a pork trotter, became even more provocative.
Doctor Zhou thought about it. "Just think of it as Department Director Liu from the People's Liberation Army General Hospital."
Zhao Leyi snickered. "Then, this pork trotter is a little old …"
* Slurp … *
* Slurp … *
The doctors were chatting happily when they heard a strange sound.
When she turned her head to look, she saw that Ling Ran was already sitting upright on the chair. He had put on gloves, and he was holding the pork trotter in front of him. He was gnawing on it so quickly that the juices from the pork trotter splashed on the table.
"Is it delicious?" Zheng Pei, who was also holding a pork trotter, was a little curious.
Ling Ran raised his head and swallowed the pork tendon in his mouth like a dinosaur swallowing a pig. He thought for a while and said, "It's delicious."
* Slurp … *
* Slurp … *
All the doctors looked at each other.
Lu Wenbin smiled. "Actually, the pork trotter is still the same pork trotter. It's just that it's a little fatter, and the tendon is thicker. It's soft and chewy when it's cooked. Besides, the pork trotters taken directly from the meat packing factory are also fresh. I estimate that the pork trotter I picked is from a pig that weighs more than two hundred pounds, and it's the kind that has been raised for one or two years. It can't be any longer.
* Gulp. *
Someone obviously gulped.
Everyone had eaten Lu Wenbin's braised pork trotters.
When she looked at Ling Ran again, he still had the same expression and posture, but the pork trotter in his hand had become much smaller.
"Raw pork trotters are less than two pounds." Lu Wenbin's words were true, and he could not hide the pride in his expression.
"Raw pig trotters. One is less than 1 kg." Although Lu Wenbin said it was less than, the complacent expression on his face couldn't be concealed at all.
Normal raw pig's trotters weighed around one catty. Normally, pig's trotters sold by catty in braised meat shops would weigh around one and a half catties. Pig's trotters sold by catty in braised meat shops would weigh around eight and a half catties. In the modern era where the pork industry was so developed, anyone who saw pork trotters that were not the standard could first make a judgment: This was a fat pig with extraordinary talent!
Zheng Pei, who often ate pork trotters, shook his hand. He put down the pork trotter in his hand and snorted, "I knew it, there's a difference in treatment."
Lu of Lu. "The doctors were. The doctors........ The doctors.... room. Lu Wenbin.
The doctors looked at Lu Wenbin in surprise.
Although this was the truth, hearing Lu Wenbin say it out loud still made people feel strange.
When she looked at Ling Ran again, his movements and expression remained the same. He had basically finished the pork trotter.
"Doctor Ling, are we performing finger replantation surgery today?" As Lu Wenbin spoke, he went forward and was about to cover the box that contained the other pork trotter.
Pa.
Ling Ran's hand pressed down on Lu Wenbin.
Lu Wenbin chuckled and said, "That … it's better to cover it up."
Ling Ran asked, "Why should I keep it warm after I finish eating?"
Lu Wenbin was taken aback for a moment before revealing a cute smile.
After he said that, Ling Ran picked up another pork trotter.
A minute later, Ling Ran washed his hands and face clean. He said, "I'll perform finger replantation surgery first, then I'll perform the M-Tang technique. As for how many M-Tang technique surgeries I perform, that will depend on the time. If you can't finish it today, you can do it tomorrow. "
"Tomorrow is tomorrow morning?" Lu Wenbin asked.
"Of course. Four o 'clock, a little later so that we don't have enough rest. " Ling Ran said it very naturally. The other doctors around him only looked at Lu Wenbin sympathetically. No one said anything.
When the chief surgeon liked to perform the surgery, he would perform the surgery at that time. In this regard, not only did the first assistant have no choice, but the patient also had no choice. Of course, the patient could choose not to have the surgery, but if he decided to have the surgery, the specific surgery time would be arranged by the hospital.
In big hospitals, there were actually many doctors who liked to perform surgery at midnight. On one hand, it was quieter at midnight, and it was easier to arrange the surgical equipment and instruments. On the other hand, doctors did not just have to deal with their personal habits. When a doctor became a doctor, he would naturally have all kinds of part-time jobs in society. For example, doctors who taught in medical schools would have to leave at nine if they had classes at ten in the morning. They might have ward rounds at eight. If they had surgeries or other matters in the afternoon, they could only choose to perform surgery at night instead of at midnight.
Compared to the latter, the former was naturally more suitable.
Hospitals also encouraged doctors to perform surgeries at night. It was a waste of operating theaters and medical equipment if they only performed surgeries during the day.
Of course, old and small hospitals did not care, and there were no doctors who performed surgeries at midnight. They did not have the hardware, and the number of patients was small. Young doctors were used to working and clocking in. After they worked hard and got promoted to attending physician, they would not come to the hospital early, and they were unwilling to return to the hospital at night. Naturally … they would live longer.
Lu Wenbin had already made up his mind.
When he heard Ling Ran delay the surgery to four o 'clock, he even felt a little relaxed. He smiled and said, "Then I'll come at three o' clock and make preparations in advance."
If the M-Tang technique was a powerful surgical method in the specialty tendon suture in orthopedics, then finger replantation was a powerful surgical method in surgery. Powerful surgeons did not necessarily need to learn finger replantation, but those who learned finger replantation were all powerful surgeons.
Just like Ling Ran.
Lu Wenbin waited for Ling Ran to agree before he asked, "Should I prepare for the finger replantation surgery now?"
"Yes, the patient's finger was severed by a mahjong machine. Don't get it wrong." Ling Ran could be considered to have given careful instructions.
Doctor Zhou, who had already started scrolling through his phone, instantly became spirited. "Severed by a mahjong machine? This is quite special. "
Ling Ran nodded. "It's a middle-aged man who runs a mahjong hall. When he was cleaning the mahjong machine, the tip of his index finger was severed. He was sent here directly by the Emergency Department."
"Huh, the blood vessels at the tip of the finger are very thin." Doctor Zhou extended his middle finger and gestured a few times.
Zhao Leyi said in resignation, "Old Zhou, don't point fingers at people."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Ling Ran. Which part of the finger was severed?" Doctor Zhou was still curious.
"Less than half of the first knuckle. The bone is exposed, and the finger is not completely severed."
"This is difficult, right?"
"It's mainly about the anastomosis of the blood vessels. It's not too difficult," Ling Ran said in a very relaxed manner.
If the difficulty was judged by the thickness of the blood vessels, then the difficulty of suturing the distal part of the finger was naturally extremely high.
For microsurgeons, this was indeed the main difficulty. The diameter of the blood vessels at the distal part of the finger was only half the diameter of the blood vessels at the middle part of the finger. If the doctor's hand trembled, it would be punctured. It was not easy to suture twenty-four stitches.
However, for Ling Ran, aside from the fact that he already had Perfect Level Finger Replantation Technique, his Master Level Suturing Technique and knowledge of hand anatomy could still be put to good use to help him.
Even though the blood vessels at the distal part of the finger were thin, Ling Ran did not pay any attention to them.
"This won't do. I want to see how you sutured it." Doctor Zhou stood up and shook his body. He then took out his phone and sent a message to Huo Congjun. [Department Director Huo, I want to see the finger replantation performed by Ling Ran in the afternoon. I won't be going to the Party General Branch's themed event for now.]
Not long after, Doctor Zhou's phone rang. It was Huo Congjun's reply. [Sure.]
Doctor Zhou smiled smugly. He picked up a glass full of water and drank it in one gulp.
…..
A few doctors who had nothing to do followed Ling Ran into the operating theater.
Zhao Leyi was a little late. He stayed in the treatment room for a while before he entered Ling Ran's operating theater.
The patient on the hospital bed was about forty years old. He had broad shoulders, thick arms, and a big belly. He probably weighed more than one hundred pounds. He was lying on his back, and he was anesthetized. His entire body was tied up by various instruments.
When Ling Ran looked at the big screen on the operating table, he saw that the debridement had just begun. The timing was just right.
"I didn't give him a lot. We'll see if we need to add milk later," Su Jiafu said to Ling Ran. The milk he mentioned was propofol, which he referred to because of its similarity in appearance.
Su Jiafu did not have much experience in treating a fat man who weighed more than one hundred pounds. He was worried that the amount of propofol would not be enough, and he was also worried about problems like breathing apnea.
Ling Ran lowered his head as he operated. He only said, "Okay."
Zhao Leyi quietly walked closer and nudged Doctor Zhou with his elbow. He asked, "Where are we now?"
"The surprising part." Doctor Zhou smiled.
Zhao Leyi asked, "What are you surprised about?"
"You won't be able to imagine that a fat man who weighs more than one hundred pounds will only have a diameter of 0.15 millimeters." Doctor Zhou asked, "Are you surprised?"
Zhao Leyi could not help but laugh.
The diameter of an ordinary person's finger artery was about half of the finger's blood vessel, which was between 0.2 and 0.3 millimeters. A diameter of 0.15 millimeters was indeed a little small, and it did not match the identity of a middle-aged man who weighed more than two hundred pounds.
"The patient is the owner of a mahjong house, and he wears a big gold chain," Doctor Zhou added.
Zhao Leyi could not help but laugh out loud. He then shook his head. "It's a pity. It's a professional joke. If I told it to my wife, she would laugh to death."
"Then, you took the opportunity to have sex with her, right?" The nurse below the operating table happened to be beside the two of them. She naturally followed up with a sentence that sounded very much like an operating theater.
"So, the key to whether or not you can have sex with your wife is this forty-year-old mahjong parlor owner who weighs more than two hundred pounds." Doctor Zhou calmly added, "You might as well buy your wife a Mule brand handbag."
Zhao Leyi was about to retort when he heard the word Louis Vuitton, but he immediately lost interest in chatting in the operating theater. He sighed and said, "My wife doesn't like Louis Vuitton anymore."
"Why?"
Zhao Leyi said with a slightly boastful tone, "There are too many people around her. She wants Chanel now."
"Spending a night with a Chanel? Old Zhao, your wife is a little expensive, "Su Jiafu said cheerfully. Su Jiafu chuckled. There were many advantages to following Ling Ran's surgery, but the disadvantages were also very obvious. There was a lack of entertainment during the surgery, and there was no good atmosphere for chatting. The operating theater where the chief surgeon did not chat, the assistants trembled with fear, and the nurses could not let go, was like a hypnosis room for the anesthetist.
It was different when a few doctors who were watching the surgery came. Everyone laughed, and time passed quickly.
Later on, even if someone peeked at Su Jiafu's stool, he would just expressionlessly refuse. He would not really get angry.
"The blood vessel is ready." Ling Ran raised his head and said, instantly blowing away the cheerful atmosphere in the operating theater.
Doctor Zhou looked at his watch. Only an hour had passed.
"This guy!" Zhao Leyi also looked at the time, and he instantly lost the mood to chat.
He had never sutured a blood vessel that was 0.15 millimeters long.
Normal emergency doctors also did not have the chance to suture such a blood vessel. If it was not at the fingertips, doctors would let similar blood vessels flow freely. After a period of time, the blood vessel would naturally find a way out.
However, Zhao Leyi knew how amazing it was to suture a blood vessel that was 0.15 millimeters long in an hour.
He was not the only one who knew, the other doctors in the room also knew.
Therefore, everyone was a little dejected, and they lost the mood to chat.
But no one wanted to leave, and the atmosphere in the operating theater became gloomy again.
Su Jiafu was the most sensitive to this change. He also thought of a terrifying scenario. 'In the future, if Ling Ran carries out finger replantation surgeries for a long period of time, it means that his operating theater will remain silent for five, six, or even eight or ten hours.'
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