For the next few days, Ling Ran did not perform any more surgeries.
Microsurgery was indeed a very laborious surgery. Even with Energy Serums, they could only replenish the loss of Ling Ran's physical and mental strength. They could not replenish the consumption of concentration and other aspects.
Once Ling Ran rested, he could not help but feel tired.
Lu Wenbin and the others were naturally very happy. They quickly filled in the medical records that they owed a few days ago as much as possible. If they worked overtime, they would have time to write some research papers.
Ling Ran also sent his "Key Points of the M-Tang Technique: An Exploration of 368 Cases of the M-Tang Technique" to the Chinese Journal of Hand Surgery. This time, he asked Professor Wang Haiyang to pay attention to it, so he should be able to get the news as soon as possible.
"Key Points of Chiropractic Manipulation for the Cervical Spine: An Exploration of 450 Cases of Osteopathic Manipulation for the Manipulation of Tendons and Tendons" was sent by Ling Ran to the core Journal of Massage and Rehabilitation Medicine. In terms of influence, it was far inferior to the Chinese Journal of Hand Surgery. It was hard to say whether it would be cited in the future, so it was slightly disappointing.
In addition, Su Jiafu's research paper was also published with the help of Yu Yuan. Su Jiafu and Ling Ran were the first authors, and Yu Yuan was the second author.
Ling Ran could be said to have stayed in the Emergency Department's treatment room and resuscitation room for some time because his center of gravity was slightly shifted. He followed Doctor Zhou and performed a few resuscitation attempts. Most of them were successful, but there were inevitably some failures.
For Ling Ran, he did not need the system to give him skills for resuscitation. At least, basic resuscitation skills were not difficult. For example, he was relatively familiar with intubation after doing it twice.
Most importantly, the skills in the Emergency Department were not as demanding as those in the operating theater. In the process of saving lives, many people could not guarantee that their skills were accurate and precise. It was even easier for them to deal with ordinary minor injuries.
Ling Ran now had a lot of experience in operating surgeries. When faced with surgical emergencies, he could not be said to be at ease, but he made very few mistakes. Occasionally, he encountered internal medicine cases, and Ling Ran could also make the correct judgment — take medicine, get an injection, send it back, or … call someone over.
In such a relaxed atmosphere, Ling Ran ushered in a new batch of interns in the department rotation.
That morning, a row of twelve interns came to the hall of the Emergency Department and started working under the arrangement of a nurse who was not gentle.
When Ling Ran, who did not need to work on rotation, came to work, the new interns had already started cleaning.
Among them, Wang Zhuangyong was the most enthusiastic.
Unlike a student who had just started his internship, Wang Zhuangyong, who had already rotated through two departments, now had some understanding of how to survive in the hospital.
As the lowest form of production, Wang Zhuangyong gradually learned the importance of hard work.
Of course, knowing was one thing, but doing it was another.
Wang Zhuangyong did not have any outstanding skills. Like most of the medical interns, he was just a medical student who had been studying for four years. What he knew, the young doctors in the department knew, and the senior doctors knew even more details. The great doctors might have participated in the writing of the teaching materials.
In this case, Wang Zhuangyong had to use the most vulgar method in order to show his hardworking character: cleaning.
In the Medical Laboratory Department, Wang Zhuangyong did not really understand this principle. He only saw that two of his classmates were exceptionally hardworking. They went out early and returned late, and they were favored by the doctors. Because of that, he learned a lot of things.
When Wang Zhuangyong arrived at the Neurology Department, which was the second ward of the rotation, he found that four of his classmates had started to go out early and come back late to work. The nurses were in charge of cleaning the wards, and there were also people who were responsible for cleaning the office floor and so on. The environment that the students could come into contact with was mainly the doctors' waiting room, the desk, the reference room, the meeting room, and so on.
The place was small, there were few tasks, and there were many people who wanted to do it. Naturally, there would be competition.
Wang Zhuangyong had to wake up as early as possible in the Neurology Department every day to get more chances to clean.
However, the small amount of work was divided among many people, and no one could repeat the luck they had in the first batch of internships.
After entering the Emergency Department, Wang Zhuangyong became more proactive.
Although there were a total of six students who joined the battle of sanitation in this round, the Emergency Department was large, and Wang Zhuangyong felt that he still had a chance.
"Are you an intern?" A doctor took a fancy to Wang Zhuangyong, who was working hard.
Wang Zhuangyong was familiar with this tone.
In his opinion, the interns were like short-term workers in the labor market, and the doctors and nurses were like labor contractors. The short-term workers had to show off their strength and muscles to prove themselves, so that they could get the labor contractor's approval.
The only difference was that the labor contractors in the hospital did not pay the short-term workers. At most, they would only pay for a meal.
"I'm an intern," Wang Zhuangyong still answered positively.
"Come, help me." The doctor grabbed a strong man, turned around, and left.
Wang Zhuangyong quickly followed.
"Put on your large white coat and do a ward round with me before you do anything else." The doctor paused for a moment and said, "My name is Lu Wenbin. You can call me Doctor Lu."
"Alright, Doctor Lu." When Wang Zhuangyong spoke one-on-one, his voice was a little tactful.
Lu Wenbin raised his eyebrows and frowned. He did not say anything.
There were nearly thirty people doing the ward round, and it took them more than half an hour. Lu Wenbin only asked a few questions to most of the patients he was familiar with. Only the important patients would receive treatment such as a physical examination.
Most of the patients who filled up the ward had been hospitalized for more than one or two weeks, and their conditions were basically stable. If it were other departments, they might have started to chase people away. But for finger replantation surgeries, two weeks could only mean that the patient was out of danger, and there was still a long way to go before he could recover.
Wang Zhuangyong was quite happy.
For an intern, it was already very good to be able to do a ward round. After all, seeing patients in real life was much more interesting than talking about theories in class.
When Lu Wenbin saw that the new intern was still very happy after eating the bait, he also smiled happily and said, "Let's go. We'll end the ward round here. Come with me to wash some things."
As he spoke, he brought Wang Zhuangyong into a room, pointed at a basin of pig trotters on the table, and said, "Wash all of them and pluck their feathers. There's also half a basin of chicken feet. Wash them and trim their nails."
Wang Zhuangyong looked at the ingredients from the kitchen and asked in puzzlement, "What are pig trotters used for?"
"What else can pig trotters be used for?" Lu Wenbin smiled in annoyance.
"Experiment materials?" Wang Zhuangyong asked tentatively.
Lu Wenbin's eyes lit up, and he hummed vaguely.
"But what are chicken feet used for?" Wang Zhuangyong scratched his head again.
"You'll know when you stay here for a while. By the way, you can pluck the feathers from the pig trotters with a microscope. " Lu Wenbin could not bear to lie to the silly child. He made up some nonsense, gave him a difficult task, and found an excuse to leave.
After waiting for more than three hours, Lu Wenbin came back. When he saw that the pig trotters, which were the most important ingredients, had been washed, he could not help but be in a good mood, and he praised Wang Zhuangyong repeatedly.
Wang Zhuangyong was already feeling dizzy at that moment, but he still insisted on cutting a circular nail on each chicken foot. He also asked in an inquiring tone, "Doctor Lu, do you know Ling Ran? He's also an intern in our university. "
Lu Wenbin's eyelids twitched. "Do you know him?"
"I don't just know him. We live in the same dorm in the university." Wang Zhuangyong pinched his middle finger and used the nail scissors. He felt very tired.
Lu Wenbin's body stiffened.
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