Wang Zhuangyong finally got the chance to clean the cubicle that he had been dreaming of.
And it was monopolized.
No matter how much an intern wanted to prove himself, he would not want to achieve it by collecting other interns' vomit.
Fortunately, there were often vomit in the hospital, and all the necessary equipment was available. There was also a disinfectant rag, which helped Wang Zhuangyong clean the cubicle.
"Are you scared of blood?" Lu Wenbin seized the opportunity to ask Wang Zhuangyong, "If you are scared of blood, you can't do surgery."
"I'm not scared of blood. We've seen a lot of it in school." Wang Zhuangyong shook his head. How could he not be a surgeon? Surgery was the coolest.
Lu Wenbin pondered, "Then how do you feel?"
"I just feel disgusted. I've seen a lot of blood. I've been in the Medical Laboratory Department since I entered the hospital. I even helped to draw blood, but I don't feel anything. "Wang Zhuangyong could not explain it clearly. He had a lot of fun with the dissection class at school. Back when they were stealing bones, he also participated in it. He did not expect fresh human tissue to look so … uncomfortable.
Lu Wenbin comforted him, "Maybe it's a coincidence. You didn't rest well yesterday or something. Take a rest and try again tomorrow. "Lu Wenbin continued to comfort Wang Zhuangyong.
"Okay …" Wang Zhuangyong hesitated for a few seconds. He looked around and asked, "Did Ling Ran come to work today? He's already doing surgeries in the Emergency Department, right? "
"Yes. He did. "Lu Wenbin felt that he sounded too weak, so he said," He did quite a lot. "
"I saw it. It was on the newspaper." Wang Zhuangyong became a little excited and asked, "Is Ling Ran performing surgeries with the department director now?"
Lu Wenbin vaguely said a few words and didn't say much.
There were not only medical staff in the hall, but also patients and their family members who he did not know. It was not a good choice to talk about Ling Ran with Wang Zhuangyong here, which would inevitably involve words like internship.
Wang Zhuangyong also became quiet.
At least he saw debridement and suturing today. He was not very satisfied, but he was a little happy.
Other than that, he still had some lingering fear.
Wang Zhuangyong pondered while he did chores in the treatment room until he saw Ling Ran walk out of the Operating Area.
"You brat …" Wang Zhuangyong rushed forward aggressively, and under everyone's surprised gaze, he gently bumped Ling Ran's shoulder. "I looked everywhere for you, but I couldn't find you. I couldn't get through to your phone either."
"We performed a surgery." Ling Ran led Ma Yanlin to perform two surgeries using the M-Tang technique, which could be considered as a warm-up.
Wang Zhuangyong was instantly envious. "You can really perform surgeries now. It's a pity that I've rotated between two departments. Forget about performing surgeries, I can't even enter the operating theater to take a look."
He originally wanted to talk about his debridement experience, but when he looked at the people around him, he held back.
Ling Ran had a smile on his face. "I was wondering when you would be transferred to the Emergency Department. By the way, has Chen Wanhao been staying at home recently?"
"His mother bought him a house in front of the hospital, so of course he moved there." The moment Wang Zhuangyong said this, he became extremely envious. He said, "If I can afford to buy a house in Yun Hua, I won't care if I have surgery or not."
Ling Ran smiled. "Then, do you want to perform surgery now?"
"I want to." Wang Zhuangyong pursed his lips.
"Doctor Ma, are there any more patients using the M-Tang technique today? Ask them to bring one back, "Ling Ran said as he turned around.
He had arranged for a total of two surgeries using the M-Tang technique today. The other patients who were referred were sent to the Hand Surgery Department. Right now, he only needed to make a phone call to get one back. There were a lot of patients in the Hand Surgery Department of Yun Hua Hospital, and it was rare for fights to happen.
Ma Yanlin was stunned for a moment before he realized that Doctor Ma was talking about him. He quickly replied, "I'll go and ask them now."
Ling Ran then turned around and asked Wang Zhuangyong, "Do you want to eat something? Or do you want to enter the operating theater now? "
Wang Zhuangyong said without hesitation, "If I can enter now, of course I'll go now."
After he finished speaking, Wang Zhuangyong took out a wet wipe and wiped the corner of his mouth carefully.
Ling Ran waited for a few minutes. When Ma Yanlin returned, he brought Wang Zhuangyong back to the operating theater.
Ling Ran went in and out of the operating theater all year round.
The nurse who guarded the operating theater turned a blind eye to him. She gave him a set of well-fitting scrubs and asked Ling Ran to go inside to change. She then asked for Wang Zhuangyong's number and gave him a slightly smaller set.
Wang Zhuangyong was very excited.
When he first came to the Emergency Department, his only wish was to perform debridement and suturing with his own hands and watch one or two internal medicine cases.
Medical students would know after two months in the hospital that it was not their turn to save lives and help the wounded.
When it came to the most typical cardiopulmonary resuscitation, ordinary junior doctors could only listen to orders and go into battle. It was very difficult for medical interns and housemen to get the chance.
Entering the operating theater was a breakthrough.
There were thirty to forty students in a normal university class. By the end of their internship, there were very few who had the chance to enter the operating theater.
Wang Zhuangyong greedily looked at everything around him.
He had actually been to the operating theater more than once, but most of the time, he was watching surgeries or helping out in the operating theater.
This was the first time he entered the operating theater as a doctor.
"You do the retractor." Ling Ran quickly assigned the task.
Retracting the retractor was to pull the skin, muscle, and other tissues apart to expose as much of the field as possible.
Other than needing strength, retracting the retractor did not require much IQ or skill. It was fine as long as the surgeon did not act foolishly.
During the process of the M-Tang technique, the skin on the hand did not even need much strength to retract the retractor.
Wang Zhuangyong did not care so much. Being able to retract the retractor meant that he was already on the operating table.
He nodded excitedly and was about to stand in the assistant's position.
Ma Yanlin looked at him quietly and said, "When the chief surgeon speaks, you have to answer. What's the point of nodding? Does the chief surgeon look at you or the operating surface? "
"Oh, yes." Wang Zhuangyong's intelligence returned a little. He returned to the second assistant's position and smiled foolishly at Ling Ran.
"Don't disturb the chief surgeon," Ma Yanlin said again.
Wang Zhuangyong quickly agreed.
"I'll start after I'm anesthetized." Ling Ran glanced at the monitor and confirmed that the indicators were normal. He then asked Su Jiafu, who was in charge of anesthesia.
Su Jiafu put one of his legs on the extra stool and shook it. He said, "Anesthetized, there's no problem."
Ling Ran made a cut with the scalpel.
Wang Zhuangyong quickly asked for the skin hook. He held it with his thumb and middle finger for two seconds before he quickly switched to the correct method.
Ma Yanlin guided Wang Zhuangyong to place the skin hook in the correct position. He then pulled open the muscles, skin, and other tissues to expose the tendon underneath.
When the white tendon was exposed in front of Wang Zhuangyong, his Adam's apple could not help but move. In the blink of an eye, Ma Yanlin … pushed Wang Zhuangyong away.
"Ugh!"
Wang Zhuangyong vomited so much that he looked like he was about to die.
"Let's continue. Call someone to clean it up." Ling Ran only glanced at him and continued working.
The circulating nurse was stunned. She immediately became furious. "Are you crazy? Don't you know that you're afraid of blood? Don't you know that you're afraid of blood? "
The expressions of everyone in the operating theater were normal. Only handsome doctors would not be scolded. Even if the second generation of doctors and officials with a powerful background made a fool of themselves in the operating theater, they would still be scolded by the nurses. At most, they would be scolded a little less.
Wang Zhuangyong tried his best to raise his head. Tears and snot flew out of his eyes, and he said with difficulty, "I'm not afraid of blood …"
"I don't care why you're afraid of blood. Grab the trash can and get out of here. Hurry up, be quick. Are you feeling weak from all the vomiting?" The circulating nurse chased after Wang Zhuangyong and called someone over to help clean up.
Ling Ran and Ma Yanlin continued performing the surgery. Wang Jia, the scrub nurse who accompanied them, asked with great interest, "It's so strange. Is he really not afraid of blood?"
"He probably fainted when he's afraid of blood. He's just nauseous." Ma Yanlin's judgment was very logical.
Wang Jia nodded. "Usually, doctors won't faint after seeing too much blood."
"It's possible." Ma Yanlin's answer was very casual. It was just like how department directors did not care about whether resident doctors and housemen stayed or not. The junior doctors in the hospital were already used to the interns coming and going.
Wang Zhuangyong, who was holding the trash can and vomiting at the door, listened to Ma Yanlin. He silently decided that he would conquer the operating theater just like how he conquered cadavers.
Three days later.
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