Ling Ran followed Huo Congjun straight to the Hand Surgery Department.
At that moment, the Hand Surgery Department was in a state of chaos. The doctors who hurried past only had time to nod at Huo Congjun before they quickly left.
The impact of a five-year-old child's eight fingers needing to be replanted was much more complicated than the replantation of a single finger for eight toddlers. If one had to describe their panic, it would be like an airport receiving news of multiple planes requesting to land. No matter how much preparation and experience they had, they would not feel that it was enough.
"Old Wang." Huo Congjun went straight to the office and caught Wang Haiyang.
"Oh, Ling Ran is here." Wang Haiyang first called out to Ling Ran before he shook hands with Huo Congjun. He smiled and said, "Old Huo, you're not here to watch a joke, are you?"
"What a joke! I'm helping each other. If you don't accept it, we'll go back. "Huo Congjun chuckled and did not let go of Wang Haiyang's hand.
Wang Haiyang said in resignation, "How dare you say that you're not here to watch us make a fool of ourselves. Alright, since they're here, let's get ready. Ling Ran, ask Young Liu if you want anything."
Young Liu was a nurse from the Hand Surgery Department. She was young, and she suddenly looked at Ling Ran with her big eyes.
Wang Haiyang had performed surgeries with Ling Ran before, and he had also seen the video of Ling Ran performing finger replantation surgery on the owner of a mahjong house whose fingertip was not completely severed. He knew that Ling Ran had the ability to complete finger replantation surgery, which was why he agreed to let Huo Congjun bring him over.
However, Wang Haiyang couldn't care less about explaining at this moment. In other words, Wang Haiyang had the urge to stay away from Ling Ran.
"Doctor Ling, what kind of equipment do you need? You can tell me …" Young Liu was a little excited. It was rare for him to have such a close encounter with the most handsome man in the hospital.
Ling Ran took out his phone, swiped a few times, and showed a list of equipment to Young Liu.
Xiao Liu was taken aback. He quickly took the book and read it carefully.
Different doctors had different operating habits. Even when it came to the simplest debridement and suturing, everyone was used to different equipment. The habits in the operating theater were naturally even more varied. One of the jobs of the surgical nurses was to set up the instruments that the doctors were used to. If there was a need for special equipment, it would be added separately.
Ling Ran had mastered Perfect Level Finger Replantation Surgery. He could use a lot of instruments, and his requirements were also higher than that of a normal doctor.
However, this was a trivial matter for surgeries. It was just that the work of disinfection after the surgery was a little more. Young Nurse Liu only needed to note down the parts that were different from the standard instruments.
Ling Ran asked for the MRI scan and X-ray scan and started to read them slowly.
MRI scans of four limbs were extremely easy for Ling Ran. The X-ray scan itself was also very simple. With the help of these two scans, Ling Ran could already form the basic state of a severed finger in his mind. The only thing that was unclear was the state of his nerves. However, with the help of the MRI, he could get a rough idea.
"When does it start?" Ling Ran only stood up and asked after he finished looking at the video data that was assigned to his left middle finger.
"We still need 30 minutes to prepare." Nurse Liu's answer was accurate enough.
"Then, give me the MRI scans and X-ray scans of the other fingers," Ling Ran said.
The young nurse was a little puzzled. After a while, she brought an PAD to Ling Ran.
Ling Ran thanked him and continued to read the film.
The preoperative preparation time was different, and Ling Ran could not interfere with it. He just quietly did his own thing.
A professional doctor would need about two to three hours to perform a finger replantation surgery. If the surgery did not go smoothly, there were cases where the surgery could not be completed in four hours. Small hospitals in the area did not have the resources to do so, and there were also cases where they would spend an hour to simply suture a finger before they looked at fate.
The Hand Surgery Department of Yun Hua Hospital naturally pursued a high success rate. They usually needed around four hours to suture one finger when it came to finger replantation surgeries for children.
If they added up the number of fingers, they would need 32 hours for eight fingers.
Such a long period of time was naturally not allowed. The best time for finger replantation surgeries could not exceed 24 hours. In fact, when it came to considering whether it was worth it to perform finger replantation surgeries, eight hours was a borderline. Doctors would usually suggest amputation if they exceeded this time.
Of course, no doctor could last for 32 hours.
No matter what, microsurgeries were extremely precise operations. The workers in factories had to work for sixteen hours continuously. If they were not careful, they would be sent to the hospital for finger replantation surgeries. It would be too much for the doctors if they were tired.
In fact, working for eight hours continuously could be said to be the limit. Even chief physicians in their fifties could not do it. Therefore, Yun Hua Hospital's Hand Surgery Department also held a relay race this time. Considering that there were limited seats on the operating table, three to four groups of people would go on at the same time. After one group was done, another group would take over.
Because of this, the actual number of chief surgeons needed to be eight, or at least six or seven.
And in Yun Hua Hospital's Hand Surgery Department, there were less than ten doctors who could perform finger replantation surgeries for five-year-old children. They still had to complete their daily tasks today, and they could not give up on other patients just because of one surgery.
Eight doctors immediately gathered in the operating theater, and there were a total of four groups.
Ling Ran was one of them.
Beside him was Ma Yanlin, who was at a loss.
Ma Yanlin was a doctor from the Hand Surgery Department. It was just that he was sent to the Emergency Department as a houseman, and he stayed in the Emergency Department for a short period of time.
This time, Ma Yanlin was performing surgery in the operating theater of the Hand Surgery Department. When he looked around, he saw a chief physician, two associate chief physicians, and three senior attending physicians who worked as assistants.
In a hospital's hierarchy, it would take three to five years for a resident doctor to become an attending physician. It would take five to ten years for an attending physician to become an associate chief physician. It would take more patience, better skills, good luck, and more than five years for an associate chief physician to become a chief physician.
And housemen were one level lower than resident doctors.
It could be said that everyone in the room was Ma Yanlin's senior doctor. As for the intern Ling Ran, he was also his senior doctor.
Ma Yanlin lowered his head. He could not suppress his nervousness no matter how hard he tried. He did not even hear what Chief Physician Wang Haiyang said.
"Hold it in place," Ling Ran called out and dispelled Ma Yanlin's wild thoughts.
Ma Yanlin hummed in acknowledgment and quickly went over to grab the young patient's left middle finger.
This was a finger that was not completely severed. Among the fingers, the injury was considered lighter, but only a small amount of skin was connected.
Ling Ran carefully debrided the wound, and he tried to maintain a narrow position so that he would not touch other doctors.
Eight doctors crowded on both sides of the operating table. Their heads were next to each other, and their hands were next to each other. They performed their own surgeries, and they occasionally glanced at the other doctors. They were all silent.
There were too many people, and it was not fun to chat.
Moreover, the tasks in their hands were more important, and everyone could not help but feel a little competitive.
Ling Ran would also look at the other doctors' operations. He was familiar with Chief Physician Wang Haiyang's operation, and he was as steady and slow as usual. The other two associate chief physicians were slightly younger than Wang Haiyang. Each of them handled a completely severed finger. Their speed was similar to Wang Haiyang's, and they looked more nervous.
The surgery today was qualified to be on the podium of the society, write a research paper, or publish a report. Everyone wanted to perform well.
In comparison, Chief Physician Wang Haiyang, the person in charge of the surgery, was more concerned about the success of the entire surgery, and he could calmly handle the work at hand.
"I'm done," Associate Chief Physician Fei Zhou, who stood across Ling Ran, said in a slightly louder voice.
"Are you done debriding?" Wang Haiyang asked calmly.
"Yes." Associate Chief Physician Fei Zhou smiled. He was the first to complete debriding. Although it was just a small task, the surgeon's conceit was perfectly released.
Wang Haiyang nodded slightly. This speed was good enough. It was a good start for him to complete two severed fingers of a toddler in eight hours.
"I need another five minutes to complete the debriding. Group 2 and Group 4, please report in as well." Wang Haiyang asked the others about their progress to ensure that the progress of the surgery was not behind.
Group 2's associate chief physician, Guo Jianming, stared at the floor and mumbled, "I'm almost done debriding as well."
Ling Ran automatically reported, "I'm almost done with the bones. I'm going to perform internal fixation."
Associate Chief Physician Fei Zhou, who was about to start reconnecting the bones, was stunned. He resisted the urge to raise his head.
Watching other people's operation would not increase his own speed.
Fei Zhou was also an associate chief physician who had worked in the operating theater for a long time. As he continued to operate, he reminded himself, 'Being fast is not really fast. He might just be good at debriding or reconnecting bones.'
Ma Yanlin was no longer nervous.
As a houseman, he spent most of his time in different departments, so he did not really understand the state of the Hand Surgery Department.
When Ling Ran pulled him over, Ma Yanlin's mind was filled with worry that he would make mistakes, and he was afraid that he would drag the team down.
However, the surgery before him was almost exactly the same as the one he carried out in the Emergency Department's operating theater. Ling Ran did not deliberately speed up, but he did not hesitate either.
Ma Yanlin operated according to the previous method. Not only did the surgery go smoothly, but his progress was also not slow at all.
What surprised Ma Yanlin even more was that the others' progress was far behind.
Ma Yanlin quietly observed the four surgeries that were carried out at the same time as the first assistant who performed more than one hundred M-Tang technique surgeries and a few finger replantation surgeries. He was surprised to find that his group's surgery was the smoothest.
The debridement method was still the same as before. The bone reconnection method was still the same as before. The tendon suture method was still the same as before. The blood vessel anastomosis method was still the same as before …
Ma Yanlin thought as he operated. When he stopped, he was almost done with one finger.
"I'll leave the suture to you." Just like when he was in the Emergency Department, Ling Ran passed the final steps to Ma Yanlin as usual.
Ma Yanlin also changed his position out of habit. When he stood at the chief surgeon's position, he suddenly noticed the gazes around him.
They were strange, calculative, helpless, indignant, displeased, shocked, and incredulous gazes.
One short hour was not even enough for an adult to perform finger replantation surgeries, let alone the fingers of a five-year-old child.
At this moment, Wang Haiyang had just started the blood vessel anastomosis, and Fei Zhou was halfway through the blood vessel anastomosis. The slowest among them was Group Two's Associate Chief Physician Guo Jianming, who was still struggling with the steps of suturing the tendon.
If it had to be said that their speed was about the same. The faster one was, the slower one was, and the faster one was, the faster one was. They had saved less than twenty minutes.
However, they still had a long way to go before they could complete the surgery. At most, they had completed half of the entire procedure …
What could Ma Yanlin say?
He did not even dare to show any expression. He only lowered his head, grabbed a needle holder, and quietly sutured the skin.
At this moment, Ma Yanlin suddenly missed Lu Wenbin. In the Emergency Department, every time a surgery was completed, Lu Wenbin would always bring out his braised pork trotters to replenish everyone's energy.
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