Zheng Qi and Pan Jinyue chatted and laughed as they arrived at the Hand Surgery Department's rehabilitation room. They began their daily routine training.
His hand had basically recovered, and he left the hospital a long time ago. He could actually carry out rehabilitation at home, but under the strong request of his brother-in-law, Pan Hua, he only came to Yun Hua Hospital every few days to check his body in the Hand Surgery Department's rehabilitation room and correct some of his movements.
A few minutes later, Pan Hua, who received the news, walked over quickly.
"Ah, I told you not to come over. Just do your own things." Pan Jinyue was happy and distressed at the same time. "You're so busy every day. Don't worry about us."
"I'm just here to take a look." Pan Hua smiled and greeted his brother-in-law, Zheng Qi. He then asked, "How's your hand? How do you feel? "
"It's a little itchy sometimes, and it's pretty good when I move. But the inner part of my index finger is still a little numb. "Zheng Qi recalled seriously. He could feel even the slightest discomfort in his hand.
"The itch is new. It might be a psychological factor, or it might just be a simple neurological symptom. You can put it aside for now and observe it. If the numbness in the inner part of your index finger is not serious, it's okay. This is nerve damage. After some time, your own nerve compensation will solve the problem … "Pan Hua explained again. Even though many of the things he said before, Pan Jinyue and Zheng Qi still listened to him very carefully.
"What about nerve damage? Even the nerves are injured. Is it okay?"
"It's just minor nerves. I've taken care of the major nerves for you. The minor nerves can be compensated. "
"Compensation means that other nerves will help, right? Won't the other nerves be exhausted? "
"No. Our nerves have spare capacity. Even if you don't use it, you'll still need it for the rest of your life."
"That's good, that's good …"
As he explained, he looked at his sister and brother-in-law. Pan Hua suddenly felt a little sentimental. There was a famous saying in the medical field. It was the epitaph of the American doctor, Corudo. "Sometimes heal, often help, always comfort …"
Pan Hua often heard the old doctors say it, but he rarely thought about it. He was the only doctor in Yun Hua Hospital who could perform the M-Tang technique, or at least, one of the two doctors who could perform the M-Tang technique. He was more willing to spend all his time on healing. Helping and comforting were things he rarely did.
However, what his brother-in-law, Zheng Qi, and his sister, Pan Jinhua, needed the most right now was comfort, then help, and finally, healing.
Healing was a thing of the past, but comfort was the norm.
At that moment, Pan Hua thought about it. The reason why they were willing to spend more than an hour traveling from home to the hospital for rehabilitation was probably because they wanted comfort the most.
Thinking of this, Pan Hu smiled and said, "Sister, brother-in-law, you don't have to worry too much. Brother-in-law's flexor tendon was sutured very well. Didn't we get an MRI later? The length of the flexor tendon is good, and the thickness is less than 0.1 mm. It's far from the standard of adhesion, so you don't have to worry. "
Pan Jinyue and Zheng Qi looked at each other and asked, "Is it really good?"
"The stitches are good, and the rehabilitation is also good. Now, you just need to slowly recover," Pan Hua said with absolute certainty.
Pan Jinyue seemed to have made up her mind when she heard that. She looked at her husband, Zheng Qi, and said to her younger brother, Pan Hua, "Then, we want to send a silk banner to the chief surgeon."
Pan Hu's mind was in a mess. Send a silk banner? Who should I give the banner to? Should I give the silk banner to Ling Ran?
Pan Jinyue said again, "Hua, didn't you say that the most favorite gift for doctors is silk banners? Let's send a silk banner to him. "
In the last sentence, Pan Jinyue showed her authority as a sister.
"Um …" Pan Hua did not know what to say. When he turned around and saw his brother-in-law's palm, his complicated thoughts calmed down. No matter what, the other party really cured Zheng Qi's hand.
Pan Hua knew very well how difficult it was to suture flexor tendons without adhesion.
Not to mention one silk banner, if someone could achieve such a level, it would be worth it no matter how many silk banners there were.
Pan Hua sighed and said, "If you want to send a silk banner, I won't show up. After all, we're not from the same department. "
"No need, no need." Zheng Qi was a person who frequented construction sites all year round. He was a sensible person, and he would not make things difficult for Pan Hua.
…..
In the meeting room of Yun Hua Hospital.
Zou Yawen, a reporter from Yun Hua Daily, used tea to wash away her saliva. She talked to Ling Ran in a low voice, and from time to time, she covered her mouth and chuckled.
Zou Yawen did not pretend to be a lady. The old plot of waiting for a man to chase after her could not keep up with the development of the times. Moreover, she was talking to a handsome man like Ling Ran, who was likely to be very knowledgeable.
On the surface, Zou Yawen looked like an intellectual woman and a newspaper reporter, but in private, she had already tried to rub her feet against Ling Ran's trousers.
"What Doctor Ling said is really interesting …"
"Doctor Ling, tell me about the thing that left the deepest impression on you since you became a doctor."
"Doctor Ling, your medical skills are amazing."
Zou Yawen was half interviewing and half flattering him. As for Fei Zhou and the other associate chief physicians who were also interviewed, they were selectively ignored after Zou Yawen asked a few questions.
Readers had long lost interest in such ordinary middle-aged men who were not bald. Who cared about the stories of the interviewees?
Even though reports like "ordinary people's stories" had spread all over the world, they would not be of any use in terms of sales. Ordinary people did not want to see the lives of ordinary people. They knew what ordinary people's lives were like.
If necessary, they could also open their WeChat Moments to see the lives of the people around them, and most of them were ordinary people.
Big media outlets like Yun Hua Daily needed handsome doctors like Ling Ran the most. They needed men like Ling Ran who were skillful, attractive, and had a unique personality. They were people that ordinary people could not see in their WeChat Moments.
Zou Yawen maintained her smile and pushed the voice recorder forward. She smiled and asked in front of a group of doctors, "Doctor Ling, what's your ideal girlfriend like? By the way, does Doctor Ling have a girlfriend? "
Fei Zhou, who had not been asked for a long time, felt speechless. He stood up. "If there's nothing else, I'll go back first."
He opened the door of the meeting room and took a few steps back.
A silk banner that was wider than a person followed Fei Zhou's footsteps and stuffed it into the room.
"Doctor Ling is here, right?" Zheng Qi held the silk banner high and asked people along the way. There were even a few curious medical staff following behind him.
Ling Ran stood up, and Zou Yawen smelled the scent of news. She gestured for the cameraman to come forward, and she was ready to interview Zheng Qi.
"Doctor Ling, thank you for suturing my hand." Zheng Qi looked for Ling Ran, held one of his hands tightly, and shook it hard. When he saw that there was a cameraman, Zheng Qi did not show any fear and posed for a picture.
Zheng Qi was a businessman who used to draw pictures. If his finger was crippled, it would mean that he had lost three out of ten martial arts skills. Now that he could use his finger smoothly, Zheng Qi's gratitude came from the bottom of his heart, and it was not difficult for him to cooperate with Ling Ran to take pictures.
When Zou Yawen saw that there was a chance, she quickly said, "Sir, can you tell me your story?"
Zheng Qi nodded and said, "My right thumb, index finger, and middle finger were all cut. When I was in the ambulance, the people told me that if this part is not sutured well, I can only extend my finger, but not bend it, and I won't be able to use it. Later, when I was doing rehabilitation, I saw some patients who couldn't use their fingers no matter how hard they tried … "
"So, you want to send a silk banner to Doctor Ling today?"
"I'm mainly here to deliver the crayfish and perform a little." Zheng Qi turned around and took out the crayfish. He said, "Doctor Ling, I didn't know that there were so many people here, so I didn't get enough food delivery …"
As he spoke, Zheng Qi handed the silk banner to his wife, Pan Jinyue. He opened the food delivery box and skillfully put on his gloves. Then, he peeled a crayfish in front of everyone and gently placed it in front of Ling Ran.
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