"Old Lu, Old Lu, it's your turn." Ma Yanlin kicked Lu Wenbin, fell on the bed next to him, and lost his breath.
Of course, Lu Wenbin also did not make a sound.
The doctor in the next bed got up helplessly. He first put his finger on Ma Yanlin's neck, and after confirming that there was a pulse, he pushed Lu Wenbin. "Old Lu, Old Lu … Old Lu, wake up … Old Lu, the pork trotters are burnt."
"Impossible!" Lu Wenbin instantly sat up straight.
The resident doctor who woke him up was scared to death. He could not help but laugh and said, "If you didn't die suddenly, I would have."
"I can sleep for six hours a day, how can I die suddenly?" Lu Wenbin laughed self-deprecatingly.
The doctor in the next bed nodded in agreement and said, "I heard that resident doctors in the United States only sleep for four hours. We have to learn from them."
As he spoke, he went back to the bed, wrapped himself in the blanket, stretched, and continued to play with his phone.
Lu Wenbin kicked Ma Yanlin angrily, put on his slippers, and went to wash his face. Then, he took a toothbrush and a cup and went to the Operating Area.
When he arrived at the Operating Area, Lu Wenbin took a shower, brushed his teeth, and washed his face. Then, he came out and changed into scrubs. He also looked like a proper person.
The Emergency Department had its own operating theater. For doctors, they had more freedom compared to the major surgical floors, and for patients, it was easier for resistant bacteria to appear in the operating theater. Superbugs and whatnot could only be encountered in hospitals.
"Doctor Ling, I'm here." Lu Wenbin stepped open the door of the operating theater and yawned again.
"Okay." Ling Ran had just finished the incision, and his attention was focused on the wound. He did not turn around to look.
Yu Yuan, who was in high spirits, was familiar with the procedure. She immediately introduced the patient. "The patient is sixty-seven years old. After falling, he supported himself with his right hand. He fractured three fingers, and his index finger was partially severed …"
"It's so bad." Lu Wenbin clicked his tongue and said, "I've seen people jump off a building and break their fingers. Last time, there was someone who broke his fingers while parachuting. There were also people who broke their fingers while playing outdoors. They were really unlucky to fall on flat ground and break their fingers. If you ask me …"
"Doctor Lu." Su Jiafu, who was on the stool, coughed and said, "The patient is under regional anesthesia today."
"What the heck!" Lu Wenbin was shocked. "Why is it regional anesthesia? Don't we always use general anesthesia?"
"Isn't regional anesthesia good?" Lu Wenbin was even more frightened when the patient suddenly spoke.
During this period of time, he followed Ling Ran to perform M-Tang technique surgeries and finger replantation surgeries every day, and he always used the laryngeal mask to perform general anesthesia. The patient suddenly spoke, and the feeling of horror was like a cadaver suddenly sitting up and began to criticize his knife skills. The most terrifying dream he had when he was in medical school came crashing down on him.
"Be careful not to move. Relax your whole body. The most terrifying thing about regional anesthesia is movement. Once you move, all your previous efforts will be wasted." Su Jiafu could not help but remind the patient.
Yu Yuan laughed so hard that her round glasses trembled. She said, "The patient refused general anesthesia and strongly requested for regional anesthesia. Doctor Ling agreed. "
Lu Wenbin could not help but pout. He was used to performing general anesthesia, so he was really unwilling to perform regional anesthesia.
Although Ling Ran's operating theater had always been quiet, he was not afraid of saying the wrong thing.
"Give me the tweezers." Lu Wenbin sat up straight and put his eyes on the microscope.
"Why did they change the patient?" The patient's attention was piqued.
Yu Yuan smiled and said, "Doctor Lu's skills are better than mine."
"Oh, but …"
"Change to another pair of tweezers." Lu Wenbin threw the original pair of tweezers on the tray with a thud and interrupted the patient's question. He changed the topic, "Old Su, why is there no trace of your research paper? How is it? "
"I'm still accumulating medical cases, right?" Su Jiafu played with the round stool a little guiltily. His eyes were red.
"Yu Yuan, I heard that you're also writing a research paper. Have you written it?"
"Case report? I've written it. "Yu Yuan answered in a relaxed manner. She kind of realized that Lu Wenbin did not want her to chat with the patient.
Although she entered the hospital earlier than Lu Wenbin, Yu Yuan still followed Lu Wenbin's experience.
Lu Wenbin was a little surprised. He asked, "You publish your case report in English?"
"Of course."
"What's the impact factor?"
"Around 0.3," Yu Yuan said.
Without waiting for Lu Wenbin to sigh in relief, Su Jiafu said, "Most of the journals that publish case reports don't have an impact factor. A case report of a few hundred words can get an impact factor of 0.3. It's very worth it."
Yu Yuan smiled. "They have higher requirements for illustrations."
"Um … What sequelae will there be after I receive regional anesthesia?" The patient raised his head and looked at them.
Su Jiafu was a little embarrassed and said, "Didn't I tell you about the sequelae?"
The patient said, "I don't remember very clearly."
"The anesthetic will be metabolized very quickly. You don't have to worry too much. General anesthesia and regional anesthesia will be metabolized very quickly. "Lu Wenbin did not let Su Jiafu read the table of sequelae. Instead, he spoke in a casual tone.
"It's metabolized already?"
"Yes, it won't be affected in a few weeks."
"Many of them say that it will affect their memory …"
Lu Wenbin said angrily, "When people get old, their memory will decline. That's not the effect of anesthesia."
"I'm only sixty-seven!" The patient emphasized.
Lu Wenbin was stunned for two seconds before he decisively admitted defeat. His tone became even more soothing as he said, "Let's not talk about this side effect. Now that your finger is broken, you have to treat it, right? It's not possible without anesthetics."
"Yeah, people are so unlucky. Even cold water gets stuck in the gaps between their teeth." The sixty-seven-year-old old man sighed heavily. "I don't know how long I'll have to lie in bed, and how long it'll take for me to recover."
Lu Wenbin had no choice but to chat with the patient while he acted as an assistant. He felt that his head was swelling.
Ling Ran continued to perform the sutures without any distractions.
When he performed surgery, it felt like he was playing a game. Once he started, he did not care about what happened around him.
The sixty-seven-year-old patient was slightly older. Compared to young people, not only would he have problems with recovery, but he would also inevitably have osteoporosis, muscle weakness, blood and vascular problems, and so on.
This was reflected in finger replantation surgeries. Osteoporosis made it difficult to perform internal fixation, brittle blood vessels made it difficult to suture, and high blood viscosity would affect blood circulation …
Ling Ran had to carefully avoid the pits to complete the finger replantation perfectly.
For doctors, success meant that they had completed a highly difficult surgery game, and failure meant that they had made a mistake from the beginning to the end.
"Alright, I'm done with the index finger, Lu Wenbin." Ling Ran let Lu Wenbin suture the skin while he continued to deal with the fracture of the remaining two fingers.
Although he did not obtain a skill book that specialized in bone fractures, the bone management skills included in finger replantation surgeries were more than enough to deal with phalanges. Ling Ran had also encountered this a few times before, and soon, he even took care of the bandaging.
Once he pushed the patient out of the ward, Lu Wenbin first snatched Su Jiafu's stool and sat down. Then, he obediently turned his neck in Ling Ran's direction. When Ling Ran placed his hand on his neck, he let out a long sigh.
"Doctor Ling, I thought you didn't treat patients who needed regional anesthesia in the past? Why did you do this today? "Lu Wenbin asked as he inhaled.
"There are no more suitable patients," Ling Ran answered very clearly.
"Didn't Department Director Huo contact a lot of hospitals? They didn't send any over today? " Lu Wenbin was a little puzzled. Over the past few days, the Emergency Department had an excessive number of patients who needed finger replantation surgeries every day, so much so that some of them were sent to the Hand Surgery Department.
Ling Ran could only shake his head. "I did it too quickly during the first half of the night, and I finished all the remaining patients. Considering that this patient is quite old and really needs regional anesthesia, I performed it on him."
This answer made Lu Wenbin not know whether he should laugh or cry. He immediately realized something and asked, "How many fingers did you perform during the first half of the night?"
"Five."
"No wonder Ma Yanlin looks like a donkey." Lu Wenbin felt a wave of sympathy.
Su Jiafu looked at Lu Wenbin and chuckled.
"What are you laughing at?" Lu Wenbin cursed in his heart.
Su Jiafu looked at Lu Wenbin pitifully and said, "Doctor Ling has already asked Department Director Huo to increase the dosage."
"Increase …" Lu Wenbin felt that his hands and feet were about to go numb. He said in disbelief, "It's already the second half of the night, shouldn't we be more relaxed?"
"It's only peaceful after the second half of the night," Ling Ran answered as if his answer made sense.
One after another.
One after another.
When Lu Wenbin became numb, it was Ma Yanlin's turn to do it. When he woke up, he went to make a ward round and fill in medical records. When Ma Yanlin stopped working, it was Lu Wenbin's turn to fill in medical records and make ward rounds. Yu Yuan was the long-term second assistant and the part-time first assistant. She performed M-Tang technique surgeries, made ward rounds and filled in medical records for a long time, and soon, she was so tired that she forgot that low-level mistakes were against the law.
Ling Ran drank another four bottles of Energy Serums one after another, and he forced himself to rest twice. Inadvertently, he advanced to the next stage of the mission, and he immediately heard the mission notification.
[Mission Completed: Fifty Finger Replantations]
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