"Sister Wang Jia, you're busy …" Wang Zhuangyong wore scrubs and took selfies everywhere in the Operating Area. When he saw Wang Jia and the others checking the surgical instruments in the sterile equipment room, he smiled and greeted them.
Wang Jia, who was wearing a dark green scrub, instantly exploded. "Who are you calling sister?"
The young intern Wang Zhuangyong was stunned. "Didn't you ask me to call you Sister Wang Jia last time?"
"Did I?" Wang Jia was a little hesitant.
Wang Zhuangyong said with certainty, "Last time, you called me a big sister or something …"
"How can a big sister and a big sister be the same? You might as well just call me a young lady! " Wang Jia turned around angrily and said angrily, "I counted wrong, and I have to start again. Two, four, six, eight … twelve …"
"Then you go ahead with your work, I'll leave first, Wang Jia, little …"
Wang Jia turned her head 180 degrees and looked at Wang Zhuangyong with a murderous gaze.
"Wang Jia, little … big sister … goodbye …" Wang Zhuangyong waved his hand with difficulty.
"Okay." Wang Jia put down the colonoscope tube in her hand, turned around, and counted again. "Two, four, six, eight … fourteen …"
"Um …" Wang Zhuangyong stood at the door and said, "Why do you all look like you're doing a big cleaning? You're doing a big cleaning in the rehabilitation room, and you're also doing a big cleaning in the operating theater?"
"Sixteen, eighteen, twenty." Wang Jia resolutely counted and said, "Because Doctor Ling is coming back."
Wang Zhuangyong clearly felt that Wang Jia's tone had become gentle.
Of course, as Ling Ran's roommate, Wang Zhuangyong was no stranger to this.
In the past, Wang Zhuangyong's WeChat was full of girls from all grades and majors in the university. The main reason was that among Ling Ran's two roommates, Chen Wanhao was rich and good-looking. The girls were worried that there would be misunderstandings, so those who wanted to know more about Ling Ran would add Wang Zhuangyong's WeChat.
Wang Zhuangyong's orchid gesture always made the girls feel at ease.
His appearance was also relatively safe.
However, the atmosphere in the hospital was still difficult for Wang Zhuangyong to understand.
Wang Zhuangyong did not understand and said, "Even if Ling Ran is back, there is no need to do a cleaning. Even if the head nurse has no objections, the department directors will have objections."
"Department Director Huo gave the order." Wang Jia raised her chin proudly.
"Why?" Wang Zhuangyong was shocked. Society was more complicated than the school. Even Department Director Huo …
"Ling Ran is going to perform surgeries when he comes back, and he usually opens up two or three operating theaters at once. At that time, the operating theaters will be overloaded, and it'll be too late for him to do a thorough cleaning. It's the same for the rehabilitation room. The number of people in your rehabilitation room has decreased by a lot, right? The patients who are discharged are all Doctor Ling's patients. When he comes back, the rehabilitation room will definitely be filled with people. " Wang Jia spoke in the tone of an experienced person, "Rest well while you can. I heard that during the busiest times, rehabilitation starts at five in the morning in the rehabilitation room."
"Five in the morning …" Wang Zhuangyong remembered how Ling Ran went to the anatomy building to play with cadavers at four in the morning when he was still in school, and he instantly believed in Ling Ran. He then said in slight puzzlement, "The operating theater belongs to the Emergency Department, and the rehabilitation room is borrowed from the Hand Surgery Department. Why would they be willing to open their doors at five in the morning?"
"Doctor Ling isn't the only one who likes to use the rehabilitation room at five in the morning. The department director of the Hand Surgery Department, Department Director Jin Xi, likes to use the rehabilitation room at five in the morning the most. He used to open a rehabilitation class that starts at five-thirty in the morning and ends at six-thirty in the morning to give it to normal people." Wang Jia pursed her lips and said, "The requirements of the Hand Surgery Department is that before going out for a meeting, they must perform surgery and see the rehabilitation room before they can leave. Those who have a meeting at nine in the morning, if they don't go to the rehabilitation room at five, when do they go?"
When they talked about this topic, the nurses who were counting became interested. Nurse Niu, who was the oldest among them, clapped her hands and laughed. "Their chief physician, the one with the surname Bao, the balding one, used to do ward rounds at five in the morning. Once, he saw a couple having sex in bed, and he waited at the door for ten minutes."
"Yes, yes, yes, I remember. At that time, he liked to perform surgeries all night, and then go for ward rounds. He said that it was quiet, but later on, he stopped going when something happened."
Wang Zhuangyong listened to the gossip and felt his blood boil. "Was it because he saw a couple having sex and got a complaint?"
"Because he's bald. I heard that people who stay up late will go bald faster." As Nurse Niu spoke, she waved her hand and said, "Anyway, he's a pretty ugly chief physician. You'll be able to recognize him when you see him."
Wang Zhuangyong touched his head and felt a chill run down his spine.
…..
Ling Ran got off the plane and hailed a taxi to go home. He also gave Lu Wenbin a ride.
"I have money, so I can save time." Ling Ran patted his bag and explained to Lu Wenbin, who was about to take the bus.
Lu Wenbin wanted to say something, but he did not. He watched Ling Ran enter the car before he followed.
The taxi sent Ling Ran to the hospital first, and then Lu Wenbin.
Ling Ran paid the fare in advance.
Academician Zhu Tongyi generously rounded up Ling Ran's surgery fees, and he gave Ling Ran a total of 31550 RMB. He gave Ling Ran more than three stacks of cash, and he looked very domineering. In comparison, Lu Wenbin's surgery fee was only five thousand RMB, and it was given according to the lowest standard.
Ling Ran did not intend to correct this distribution. He only said to Lu Wenbin before he got off the car, "Perform surgeries when you have time, and accumulate the number of surgeries you perform."
Unlike other senior doctors, Ling Ran rarely spoke in such a hypocritical manner. He only said this because he had been feeling better about himself recently.
This time, the difficulty of Plan A designed by Zhu Tongyi was very high when he went to Shanghai. When he operated on Liu Weichen, Ling Ran had already used the best methods possible. However, when he operated on He Xiufang, the discus thrower, Ling Ran's methods were obviously more advanced.
The reason for this was because Ling Ran had accumulated experience when he operated on Liu Weichen.
It could be said that Liu Weichen's surgery had pushed Ling Ran's skills to improve. If it were not for him, Academician Zhu Tongyi would not have put in so much effort to come up with Plan A, and he would not have done a comprehensive analysis of it.
Without these analyses and field operations, Ling Ran would not have thought of using new operating techniques when he operated on He Xiufang.
After that, the three surgeries using Plan A further strengthened Ling Ran's skills.
It could be said that after five surgeries, if Ling Ran was given Liu Weichen, his recovery rate would increase by one to two percent on the spot.
This was also because Plan A was indeed complicated enough, so Ling Ran could obviously feel the improvement. If it were a normal Achilles tendon repair, Ling Ran would not have obtained so much experience.
However, in general, the number of surgeries was experience. The higher the skill, the higher the requirement for the accumulation of experience from quantitative changes to qualitative changes. However, it was impossible not to accumulate experience.
For a resident doctor like Lu Wenbin, performing one or two hundred surgeries as an assistant might bring about a qualitative change.
Lu Wenbin thought about how he had performed so many surgeries with Ling Ran, and when he heard Ling Ran talking about accumulating the number of surgeries, he felt a warmth in his heart. He could not help but say, "I learned from you that time is the most important thing. Yes, I'll take a taxi to the hospital in the future. "
"That's good. If you don't have money, you can perform more surgeries." Ling Ran stood in front of the alley in Lower Groove, which was filled with a lively atmosphere, and thought about it for Lu Wenbin.
Lu Wenbin squeezed his phone and forced himself not to show the number on it to Ling Ran.
The next day.
Ling Ran slept until seven o 'clock in the morning. He woke up and watered the plants. He then went to the market to buy some seafood and other ingredients. He cooked a pot of seafood porridge before he went to wake his parents up.
Ling Jiezhou stretched his back a little unaccustomed to it. He then shouted in surprise in the room, "Son, you're back?"
"I sent him a message yesterday," Ling Ran answered through the door.
"Oh," Ling Jiezhou replied and said, "I forgot. I went to bed early yesterday."
"I made breakfast," Ling Ran said.
"Ah, I wanted to sleep in." Ling Jiezhou paused for a moment and asked, "What did you make for breakfast?"
"Seafood porridge, deep-fried pancakes from the street corner, and some soy sauce beef."
"Hmm … What kind of seafood did you put in the seafood porridge?"
"Scallops, prawns, spare ribs, snapper fillets, shiitake mushrooms, celery …"
"Three minutes." Ling Jiezhou gave an affirmative answer.
Ling Ran returned to the first floor and turned up the heat of the seafood porridge. When it was almost boiling, he saw his father, Ling Jiezhou.
"Didn't you get any flower crabs?" Ling Jiezhou was wearing slippers. He opened the lid of the seafood porridge and sniffed it. He nodded and said, "The smell is quite good. Your seafood porridge skills have been cultivated. You won't starve to death in the future."
Ling Ran scooped out two bowls and said, "There are no flower crabs this morning."
"There are no flower crabs in the seafood porridge, so it can only be considered five-star. It can't be considered luxurious …" Ling Jiezhou's voice sounded lazy. When he raised his head again, he saw Tao Ping coming down the stairs. He quickly picked up a bowl of seafood porridge and shouted, "Wife, the seafood porridge is ready. Come and eat."
Ling Jiezhou turned around and slapped his forehead again. He said, "I almost forgot. Young Ran, the neighbor who asked me to massage him a few days ago, should I arrange for him to be in the morning or at night?"
"In the morning." Ling Ran quietly ate the seafood porridge he cooked.
"You're not in a hurry to go to the hospital?"
"I'll go in the afternoon." After he said that, Ling Ran said to Tao Ping, who came over gracefully, "Mom, I want to eat steamed pork in wine."
"Sure." Tao Ping lifted her skirt and sat down. She smiled gently and said, "I'll ask your dad to buy meat in the market later."
Ling Jiezhou's eyebrows were trembling. "The steamed pork in wine needs to be cooked for two days. You won't be able to eat it tomorrow."
"I'll work overtime in the hospital tomorrow. I'll come back to eat it the day after tomorrow," Ling Ran said.
"Then let's make a reservation first. We'll eat it the day after tomorrow. The food outside can't compare to the food at home." Madam Tao Ping made the final decision.
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