Yun Hua Hospital was one of the most famous hospitals in Yun Hua City. Aside from its comprehensive strength, its Hand Surgery Department was also recognized by the industry.
Yun Hua Hospital was Yang Hu's first choice if he wanted his father to have a follow-up examination.
The hospital's high reputation also brought about a staggering amount of traffic.
Not only from Yun Hua City, but also from nearby towns and foreigners.
Yang Hu asked his wife to register in advance. He then pushed his father in a wheelchair. When he arrived, he saw countless patients covering their hands, wrapping their hands, or stretching their hands out.
Looking at the bustling crowd, Yang Hu could not help but feel a little dizzy. "Why are there so many people here?"
Yang Zhongshu was a little happy. He said, "Do you think I'm the only one who is careless? People use their hands the most, so it's natural that they get injured easily. I've been making shaved noodles for so many years, and there are still times when I make mistakes … "
Last night, he was grumbled by his family. Now that he saw so many patients, he could not help but feel a little motivated.
Yang Hu looked at his smiling father and said helplessly, "Dad, you got injured when you used your hand to catch the knife. Then, you went to a small clinic to suture it. That's why we're here."
"Actually, the suture was quite good. Didn't the doctor from the Emergency Department say that there was no problem yesterday?" Yang Zhongshu could not help but feel a little guilty.
"The doctor from the Emergency Department didn't think that it was serious, so he didn't take a good look." Yang Hu snorted in dissatisfaction and said, "You're shaving noodles in a small restaurant, and you're the boss and chef. If you want to be a chef in a big restaurant, will they want you? Can a small clinic compare to a big hospital? The doctors in our clinic in Lower Groove are not even qualified to carry Yun Hua Hospital's shoes. "
"Alright, alright. Did I embarrass you by opening a small restaurant? Didn't I raise you up without any illnesses or disasters? Or else, you'd be a regular customer of Lower Groove Clinic. "Yang Zhongshu was a restaurant owner, so he never lost in a verbal battle.
Yang Hu could not win against him. He quickly lowered his head and pushed Lower Groove Clinic's wheelchair quickly.
When it was Yang Zhongshu's turn, Chief Physician Wang Haiyang was already a little sleepy. He turned around, yawned, and took a sip of tea before he opened Yang Zhongshu's medical record. He said half-reading and half-asking, "Bleeding on right hand due to incision. After suturing, reexamination … Hmm, let me take a look."
He first checked the color and temperature of her skin, then touched it a few times with his hand before asking, "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
"No." Yang Zhongshu shook his head.
Yang Hu quickly added, "Um, my dad went to a small clinic for suturing because he was in a hurry, so I was quite worried …"
"You were injured so badly that you went to a small clinic to get your wounds sutured?" Wang Haiyang immediately became clear-headed. He frowned and said, "You have to be responsible for your own bodies."
"I'm just saying …" Yang Hu grumbled.
Yang Zhongshu smiled guiltily again.
To be honest, if Doctor Xiong was the one who did the stitching, he would still have some confidence. After all, Doctor Xiong had retired from a big hospital. Although he was old, he would not be too ridiculous.
However, since Ling Ran was the one in charge of suturing the wound, it was hard to say.
Yang Zhongshu asked in a low voice, "Are my injuries more serious?"
He did not mention the Emergency Department doctor's judgment yesterday, in case the doctor and the doctor contradicted each other.
Wang Haiyang said, "The wound is so deep. The tendons are probably torn, and the nerves are definitely injured. This is basically impossible to recover from. The most important thing is whether the anastomosis of the blood vessels is good or not. If the blood supply is insufficient, the distal end will die. For example, if the finger dies, we can only amputate it. "
As Wang Haiyang spoke, he frowned and said, "How can such a serious injury be treated in a small clinic? If you were sent to the Emergency Department of Yun Hua Hospital, you would be transferred to the Hand Surgery Department for treatment. "
Yang Zhongshu and Yang Hu's expressions changed.
"Doctor, I run a knife-cut noodle restaurant. When my hands stop, my mouth stops …" Yang Zhongshu was also feeling regretful.
Yang Hu also asked, "Is there any way to remedy this?"
Wang Haiyang sighed and said, "Stretch out your hand first. I'll do a skin edge bleeding examination."
"Okay." Yang Zhongshu endured the pain and stretched out his arm.
Wang Haiyang ordered the postgraduate student beside him to prepare and explained, "The skin edge bleeding examination is to check the peripheral blood supply. Blood supply refers to the transportation and circulation of blood. This is an important indicator of the quality of the recovery. The skin edge bleeding examination will cause some damage. I didn't do it for you just now because I didn't expect you to be so bold. "
"The other party directly sutured it." Yang Zhongshu was so frightened that his voice changed.
Yang Hu said anxiously, "He sutured it just because he said so. Don't you know how to refuse?"
Yang Zhongshu gulped and did not say anything.
"Do the test first." Wang Haiyang did not dwell on this topic and gestured for the postgraduate student to start.
From his perspective, it was difficult to get a good result from the examination.
The suturing of the palm was a very delicate work. Even in Yun Hua Hospital's Hand Surgery Department, whether they could reach high standards often depended on luck. It was basically impossible for the other party to recover all the functions of the hand.
Now, the only thing he could struggle with was whether the distal part of the hand was necrosis.
In fact, Wang Haiyang was not optimistic about this.
Yun Hua Hospital's Hand Surgery Department performed many surgeries every day, and inevitably, there would be surgery failures. What standard could a small clinic achieve?
When suturing, it was already good enough that there was no dead space or empty space. He had even seen wounds in clinics that could not be debrided properly.
"Department director, there's some blood flowing out." The postgraduate student opened the curtain in the corner and came out to report.
"Is this good or bad?" Yang Zhongshu and Yang Hu looked nervous.
"Let me take a look." Wang Haiyang did not immediately come to a conclusion. He first looked at it a few times before saying, "Good luck."
Yang Zhongshu and Yang Hu breathed a sigh of relief.
"It seems that the blood supply has passed." Wang Haiyang turned over Yang Zhongshu's palm and looked at it a few times. As he thought, he explained, "Usually, there's a problem with blood supply if there's no bleeding or purple blood. Your bleeding is almost the same as a normal person's. It could also be that the location of the wound is better … "
Wang Haiyang shook his head and said, "You said there's a lot of bleeding?"
"The bleeding won't stop," Yang Zhongshu explained in semi-professional terms.
"In that case, the suturing of the blood vessels is not bad. Let me take a look at the condition of the nerves. "Wang Haiyang then did a percussion test and found that the growth of the nerves was also very good.
This time, Wang Haiyang suddenly became interested and asked, "Can your hand move on its own now?"
"It's a little difficult," Yang Zhongshu said.
"The surgery was done yesterday. It's definitely more difficult to move it today, but you still have to move it. This is called rehabilitation, and it's also very important." Wang Haiyang paused for a moment and put his hand on the table. He said, "Follow my movements. Let's try flexion and extension first."
Yang Zhongshu flexed and extended his fingers.
"Abduction and adduction of the thumb," Wang Haiyang said as he demonstrated.
Yang Zhongshu's fingers followed. Although the range was small and the movement was slow, he completed it.
"Next, the palm."
Yang Zhongshu completed it as usual.
"Another paper-clamping experiment …"
Yang Zhongshu still completed it.
Department Director Wang Haiyang fell into a long silence.
"Doctor? What do we do now? "Yang Zhongshu and Yang Hu were cautious.
Wang Haiyang took a big sip of tea and asked slowly, "Did you perform the surgery yesterday?"
"Yes, I sutured it in a small clinic yesterday."
"You went to a private clinic, right?" Wang Haiyang tried to correct their views on size.
There were also people in Yun Hua Hospital's Hand Surgery Department who could basically restore hand function after suturing yesterday. However, there were many who could not do it.
When the conditions of the clinic and Yun Hua Hospital were taken into account, it was even more unbelievable.
From another perspective, it was impossible for all the resident doctors in Yun Hua Hospital's Hand Surgery Department to suture so well. Even among the attending physicians, there were a few top-notch people who could occasionally achieve similar results.
As for associate chief physicians and chief physicians, aside from those who were promoted because of their theories and unorthodox methods, there was only a twenty to thirty percent chance that they could achieve such results because of their skills in surgery.
On the contrary, there was a higher chance for experts to appear in private clinics that charged high fees.
Yang Zhongshu knew what he meant and shook his head blankly. "It's private, but it's also a clinic in the neighborhood. It's been open for twenty to thirty years."
Yang Hu said, "It's just a small clinic in the community. They usually just give injections."
This time, Wang Haiyang did not know what to say. He could only lower his head and write a bunch of bills. He said, "Now, it seems like there's no problem. You can do a few more examinations."
Yang Hu obediently took the bills. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "So, there's no problem with the suturing?"
"It seems like there's no problem now. Hmm, I'll prescribe some medicine for you. Come back for a follow-up in a few days … You have to actively do rehabilitation, which means moving your hands …" As Wang Haiyang spoke, he wrote another two bills.
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