"It's done." Ling Ran skillfully turned the needle and reeled in the thread. As he bandaged the wound, he told her what to pay attention to and said, "Invite the next patient in."
"There's no next patient," Wang Jia said, "The wounds of the six patients have been treated."
"So fast?" Ling Ran was a little surprised.
"You're the one who did it too fast. Doctor Zhou is still doing the second one." Wang Jia looked at Ling Ran with some admiration, but she quickly lowered her head, as if she was afraid that Ling Ran would notice.
He was handsome, gentle, elegant, handsome, had a bright future, was talented, gentle … If such a man was not a Prince Charming, there would be no Prince Charming in the world.
Wang Jia, the young nurse, could not help but be at a loss when she faced the man.
Ling Ran was reminded that his daily task had changed to the number of sutures he had completed.
He had to admit that there were indeed many opportunities in the emergency room. If it were in a place like the Neurosurgery Department, it would take an hour to lift the scalp and open the cranium. It was very common to have to wait for an entire night before and after the surgery. If a normal resident doctor went there, he might even have to wait to be the second assistant.
"Then I'll go and suture the others!" Ling Ran clenched his fists and stood up.
"Wait." Doctor Zhou lifted the curtain of the cubicle and quickly said, "Don't look for them yourself. Call them through the nurses."
"Why?" Ling Ran felt that it was unnecessary.
"If you choose people to suture in the crowd, do you think there will be people surrounding you?"
Ling Ran thought carefully and nodded slowly. "Makes sense."
The patients sent by the previous ambulances had already occupied all the doctors in the emergency room.
And it was not only Yun Hua Hospital, but also many of the large tertiary Grade A hospitals in Yun Hua City.
The factory explosion was such a serious public incident, and the emergency center would send the patients to the big hospitals.
However, the large Yun Hua City would not reduce the number of accidents because of this.
The number of ambulances had decreased, but there were still patients sent in. The patients who came on their own were also anxious.
Usually, they might be treated in a short time, but that was not necessarily the case today.
Now, there were at least twenty patients waiting outside, and there were several times that number of their family members. Everyone was burning with anxiety.
A doctor in a large white coat choosing people to treat on the spot? It was more like a fat sheep entering a wolf's den to treat anorexia.
"Then, should I stay here?" Ling Ran asked Doctor Zhou again.
"That's right. Sit down and don't run. Wang Jia, go and call the patient over."
When Doctor Zhou said this, he could not help but raise his head. He was filled with emotion because he had finally displayed his value as a senior doctor.
After watching Ling Ran's suturing operation for a while, he still felt a lot of pressure.
"I'll go get someone." Nurse Wang Jia was very happy to be able to do something for her idol. She asked, "Do you have any requests?"
"It's best if it only requires simple sutures, such as tissue tears caused by accidental injuries. Also … "Ling Ran thought for a moment and said," Try your best to choose those who can be treated quickly. "
Doctor Zhou nodded and said approvingly, "That's a good standard. Don't be eager for quick success."
He was just worried that Ling Ran would choose cases that he had never seen before or special cases. That would be troublesome.
After all, even though Ling Ran had proven his talent in suturing, he was still a medical student who had just graduated. If he invited a patient with abdominal pain, how could he have enough experience to determine whether the patient was suffering from appendicitis or constipation for a long time?
Relatively speaking, it was more reassuring to let Ling Ran handle some patients with mild illnesses.
In fact, the training of resident doctors was the same. They had to slowly accumulate experience from simple to complicated.
"Just tell the doctor in charge in my name," Doctor Zhou reminded Wang Jia again.
Wang Jia nodded and went outside to get someone.
Most of the patients who stayed in the treatment room were patients with mild illnesses. Of course, this was based on the standards of the hospital and the doctors. For them, cerebral infarction, myocardial infarction, and a broken leg from a car crash were considered serious illnesses.
However, for the patients themselves, being scratched by a cat was also a big deal. It was worth posting three posts on their WeChat Moments.
Wang Jia was very attentive to her idol's request. First, she found a strong man with a shoulder injury and sent him behind the blue curtain.
The wound was about six inches long, and it was basically not bleeding anymore. It was located on the shoulder, so it could be said to be a very simple injury.
Ling Ran skillfully debrided and sutured the wound.
As the saying went, "The meaning of a book will show itself after you read it a hundred times." It was the same for doctors. Before they could perform the surgery, no matter how they described it, it was impossible to accurately describe the hardness of human muscle tissue and the toughness of human skin tissue …
Only by doing it many times could they control the strength in their hands and make accurate judgments when necessary.
Judgment was the life of a surgeon.
From the small wound to the length of the amputation, it was the combination of countless experiences and theoretical judgments.
No one could solve difficult questions from the very beginning. They had to do countless simple questions before slowly accumulating the ability to solve difficult questions.
Difficult problems were the superposition of simple problems. It was the same for heart surgery, Goldbach's conjecture, and it was the same for Transformers.
What Ling Ran obtained was skills. Good skills reduced the difficulty of his judgment, but it could not replace his judgment.
He still needed to keep doing the surgeries to accumulate experience and strengthen his judgment as a surgeon.
Suturing a shoulder was not complicated, and it was far from difficult. However, only after performing similar sutures more than a hundred times and noticing the similarities and differences between each suture, would he not suture the patient's stomach too small and leave the intestines too long when he went to the operating table in the future …
If Ling Ran were to suture the patient with the glabella laceration just now, he would definitely choose a suture with a higher tensile strength to reduce the possibility of the wound rupturing. His Master Level Appositional Suture Technique did not tell him that the other party was a person with such rich expressions …
"Speaking of which, the position of your injury is a little strange. How did you get it?" Doctor Zhou had already dealt with the patients assigned to him. He would not look for trouble. He only needed to supervise Ling Ran's operation, and it was still considered his workload.
But there was no need to supervise Ling Ran's sutures. He was so bored that he naturally became interested in chatting with him.
The muscular man's shoulder trembled under the doctor's needle. He had no choice but to obediently chat with Doctor Zhou. "I scratched myself on a nail by the wall."
"Renovation?" Doctor Zhou had seen similar cases.
The man hesitated for a moment and said, "I was helping my wife dry clothes on the rooftop. The wind was too strong, and there were too many clothes, so they fell on the wall … Do I need a tetanus injection?"
"That's a new case," Doctor Zhou praised in a low voice.
"What?" The man did not hear him clearly.
"Hmm …" Doctor Zhou muttered and dragged out his words. He touched his chin and said, "The wound is not deep, so there's usually no need for a tetanus injection."
"It's better to get an injection. By the way, Doctor, can you make a few more stitches to make it look more serious?" The man made a sincere request and said, "If the injury is not serious enough, I still have to go back to work and dry clothes. I might get injured again."
"Ling Ran, suture him with the cross suture technique." It was rare for Doctor Zhou to give an order, but he really empathized with the man.
He sent away one patient after another …
About an hour later, Ling Ran handled another seven patients. During that period, he also prescribed several hundred RMB worth of medicine under Doctor Zhou's guidance.
The moment the mission was completed, a white box jumped out.
When it was opened, another test tube-like item floated up slowly with a halo.
[Energy Serum: Restore your energy.]
Ling Ran originally wanted to ignore it, but after thinking about it, he still felt uneasy, so he said, "Doctor Zhou, I'll go out for a while."
He put the equipment back into place, went back to the office, and took out another Energy Serum that shone with a green light from his pocket.
It was so exquisite that it would be unforgettable.
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