Since Wang Zhuangyong could not stay in the treatment room, he naturally had no place in the resuscitation room.
Therefore, Ling Ran brought Wang Zhuangyong to the wards every day.
Since the number of times he came was far more than before, he even received Sincere Gratitude from two stubborn patients.
"Will I only be doing ward rounds in the future?" Wang Zhuangyong said helplessly and worriedly, "This is really lacking in the atmosphere of the hospital."
"What kind of atmosphere do you want?" Ling Ran asked Wang Zhuangyong.
Wang Zhuangyong did not know how to answer. He continued to complain, "If you're talking about abrasions, I've seen them since I was young. Why can't I do it when I see muscles and tendons?"
Ling Ran corrected him, "You vomited when you saw living people's muscles and tendons, right? Is it because they move? "
Wang Zhuangyong shuddered. He seemed to have thought of something and shook his head. "Don't say it, it makes me sick."
"Why don't you focus on suturing and find a medical aesthetic department in the future to do cosmetic sutures?" Ling Ran thought about his Master Level Appositional Suture. If he guided Wang Zhuangyong to practice for a period of time, he should be able to achieve good results.
For a medical student who just graduated, suturing was the best skill to show off his ability. He himself had gone through it.
"I've practiced it too." Wang Zhuangyong moved his lips and said a little embarrassedly, "I don't have the chance to suture skin anymore."
His practice in the treatment room had completely angered the nurses. In the hospital, if a young doctor angered a group of nurses, his life would be quite difficult.
Ling Ran thought about it again and asked, "What about massage? Do you want to learn massage? "
"No." Wang Zhuangyong shook his head without hesitation.
"Then there's no other way." Ling Ran's mastery of the surgical methods was based on various skills. He could not teach people the sequence of the M-Tang technique and let them perform it smoothly.
Wang Zhuangyong could not help but sigh. "I also know that surgeons can't look at muscles and tendons. It's really ridiculous. If it really doesn't work, I'll switch to internal medicine. "
"Internal medicine is good too."
"It's a pity that the rotation in the Emergency Department is gone. I see that you're quite popular in the Emergency Department …" Wang Zhuangyong said and laughed. Over the past few days, other than practicing vomiting in the treatment room, he followed Ling Ran for ward rounds. He did not see Ling Ran perform any surgeries as chief surgeons. Even so, he was already very impressed by the fact that Ling Ran was called Doctor Ling.
"Not everyone in the Emergency Department is bleeding profusely. If you can't get into the treatment room …" Ling Ran thought for a moment and said, "How about this? I'll introduce Doctor Yu to you."
Wang Zhuangyong was once again filled with hope. He asked, "What do you do?"
"Her main project is still emergency surgery. In terms of specialties, Doctor Yu is better at writing research papers." Ling Ran paused for a moment and said, "She has also dabbled in other areas. It's better for you to follow her for a while than to learn nothing."
Wang Zhuangyong nodded in agreement. "Learning anything is better than learning nothing."
…
Ling Ran handed Wang Zhuangyong over to Yu Yuan, explained a little, and then went to work.
The Emergency Department had newly renovated a ward that could fit four people. They pushed seven beds into the ward in one go, which could be considered as making some space in the ward.
Ling Ran was not willing to finish all the patients in one go. Every day, he carefully selected patients who only had a few severed fingers.
After all, a patient with a single severed finger needed to use one bed, and a patient with ten severed fingers also needed to use one bed. However, the time they stayed in the operating theater was very different.
Of course, until now, Ling Ran had not had the chance to meet a patient with ten severed fingers. In the field of finger replantation, ten severed fingers were very rare. Every time it appeared, at least one medical case research paper could be published.
If any professional Hand Surgery Hospital encountered a patient with ten severed fingers, they would try their best to snatch the patient over and then mobilize their elite doctors to fight against the patient.
From a surgical perspective, the treatment and recovery of ten severed fingers were also different from those of nine or eight fingers. The difference was at least one level higher.
However, even Huo Congjun could not find such a rare type out of nothing.
Ling Ran could only perform three or four surgeries on a daily basis.
Ling Ran would only choose to perform two surgeries on a day when he really could not encounter multiple severed fingers.
Even so, the seven beds did not last for more than a week. Fortunately, there were finally patients who began to be discharged, so Ling Ran did not have to stop working again.
Of course, this was from Ling Ran's perspective.
In the eyes of the people in the Hand Surgery Department, Ling Ran performed one finger replantation every day on average, which was terrifying. In Yun Hua Hospital, it was not uncommon for doctors to perform one finger replantation every day, but there were no doctors who deliberately looked for days to perform three or four finger replantation.
For a few days, Chief Physician Wang Haiyang from the Hand Surgery Department stopped Ling Ran in the rehabilitation room.
Wang Haiyang had worked with Ling Ran before, and he had also paid attention to Ling Ran for a long time. He spoke in a teasing tone, "You've almost used up all the observation rooms in the Emergency Department, haven't you?"
When Ling Ran heard this, he asked in surprise, "Department Director Huo wants to make a deal with you again?"
"You wish." Wang Haiyang spat and said, "I have a suggestion, and I want to see if you're interested."
"Oh?"
Wang Haiyang smiled mysteriously, pulled Ling Ran's arm, and walked to a quiet corner. He said, "You know what freelance surgery means, right?"
"Flying to another hospital to perform surgery?"
"Something like that." Wang Haiyang nodded and went straight to the point. "Do you want to do it?"
Ling Ran looked at Wang Haiyang hesitantly.
Those who could perform freelance surgeries were all experts in the industry. At the very least, they had to be the boss of a region.
The so-called big shot or big shot didn't just need to have skills, but also a certain reputation.
Ling Ran's skills were definitely enough, but his reputation was far from it.
Fundamentally speaking, there were only two reasons why a hospital would spend money to hire freelance surgeons. Either the hospital wanted to learn skills, or the patient's condition was too complicated, and the hospital or the patient needed external help.
No matter which reason it was, it could not be said that it was purely because of skills. If it was the former, the hospital needed freelance surgeons to have a certain level of reputation. Only then would they have the motivation to learn, or there was a need to build a long-term relationship. If it was the latter, the patient would also need to see the title of "a certain department director" or "a certain committee member" before they could feel at ease and trust the other party.
As a national competitive market, Ling Ran could only be considered a rising star in Changxi Province. He did not have any advantage when compared to the bosses in Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou.
Wang Haiyang saw through Ling Ran's scruples, and he felt relieved in his heart.
He was not afraid of difficult things, but he was afraid that the doctors who cooperated with him would not understand.
When he saw that Ling Ran knew the situation, Wang Haiyang was relieved and said, "The other party actually came to invite me. I'm thinking about bringing you over. The surgery is not complicated. Two fingers are severed, and the freelance surgery fee is 10,000 RMB. I've already bought the tickets. Let's split it in half. What do you think? "
Ling Ran asked, "Since the surgery is not complicated, why do you need to hire someone?"
"The patient has just been sent to Yiyuan County Hospital. It takes five hours to drive here. If we take the high-speed rail, it will be less than two hours."
"They can rush over in five hours …" Ling Ran had seen patients from Yiyuan County Hospital before.
Wang Haiyang chuckled. "The other party is rich, and he knows people. Let's go now. We can read the information on the way, perform the surgery when we arrive, and go back to Yun Hua Hospital after dinner. Isn't 5,000 RMB per person pretty good? "
In prefecture-level cities, the price of freelance surgeries usually fluctuated between 5,000 RMB to 50,000 RMB. A few of them would offer 20,000 RMB. They were all complicated surgeries such as craniocerebral or cardiothoracic surgeries, and they often needed more than one chief surgeon.
Of course, if they invited doctors from Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou to perform freelance surgeries, the price would be much higher. The cost of the round-trip plane tickets and accommodation was also higher.
"What do you think? If we perform freelance surgeries, the patient will also be at ease. He can recuperate in the local hospital, and you don't have to worry about not having enough hospital beds … "Wang Haiyang urged Ling Ran.
Ling Ran did not know which words moved him, but Ling Ran nodded. "Alright, I don't have any surgeries in the afternoon, but I don't have a Medical Practitioner's Certificate now …"
"Don't worry, I don't have one either." Wang Haiyang grinned. According to the regulations, a Medical Practitioner's Certificate for a person who did not practice in multiple hospitals was equivalent to losing it once he left the hospital where he worked.
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