"Later, you can say that you are my distant relatives. I'll talk to Doctor Ling and ask him to suture you personally. "Doctor Qu stood in front of the hospital bed and spoke seriously to Dong Xiaoning and her family, who were about to undergo surgery.
There were many hospital beds in the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center, and they were still far from being full. They could basically ensure that one hospital bed could accommodate one patient.
Doctor Qu stood in the ward, and his entire body was filled with righteousness.
As the saying went, "If you help someone, help them to the end." Doctor Qu wanted to confirm the surgery for Dong Xiaoning, but he also wanted to do his best.
"Thank you, Doctor Qu. Thank you so much." Dong Xiaoning's father thanked him profusely. He was so excited that he wanted to take out all the money in his pocket and make it into a red packet.
He was now a little dissatisfied with the posters that said "no red packets" posted everywhere in the hospital. If he could not take out a red packet, he would not be able to feel at ease. If he did not give a red packet, he would not be able to thank such an enthusiastic Doctor Qu. Dong Xiaoning's father could be said to be uncomfortable.
Doctor Qu looked very calm on the surface and said, "Chief surgeons often ask their assistants to suture. Different doctors suture very differently. I'll tell you, and you can just keep it to yourselves. Don't publicize it when you go out, and don't say anything wrong with me. If you go out, I won't admit it. "
"Okay, okay." Dong Xiaoning and her husband nodded repeatedly.
"Um … how big will the scar that Doctor Ling sutures be?" Dong Xiaoning lay on the operating table. When it was time for the surgery, the courage on her face had disappeared without a trace, and it was replaced by a mixture of nervousness and worry.
Doctor Qu smiled at Dong Xiaoning, touched his smooth head with his hand, and said, "The size of the scar is still the same, but if Ling … Doctor Ling sutures it, he may use intradermal suture and other methods to make the scar appear shallower."
"How … shallower?" Dong Xiaoning might have been willing to undergo large incisions for Achilles tendon repair in order to continue practicing sports, but when it came down to it, she thought that there might be a long scar on her calf, and she might never be able to wear skirts and shorts again. She could not help but feel anxious, and she always hoped that she could make up for it.
Doctor Qu could not help but think of his daughter. He thought of how happy his daughter looked every time she saw a new dress, and he became serious again. he said, "In short, unless you make a limited incision or minimally invasive surgery, Ling Ran's suture is probably the shallowest."
How to prevent scar hyperplasia was a very small medical problem, but it was also a very difficult medical problem.
For example, half of Yun Hua's Lower Groove Clinic's income came from Miao Tansheng's cosmetic needles. And the only reason patients were willing to spend a lot of money on cosmetic needles was because they did not want to have scars, or hoped that the scars would be lighter.
However, if one were to delve into how to make the scars become lighter and how to make the scar tissue grow less, that would be a grand proposition. Various research institutions had already invested a huge amount of money, time, and other resources into this, but in the end, it would still be the doctors themselves who would be affected by the patients.
Mrs. Xu tried to persuade her daughter again, "Ningning, think about it again. Why don't we do a limited incision? Maybe we can continue to practice sports, right?"
She was talking to Doctor Qu, but Doctor Qu would not answer her.
In the case of Dong Xiaoning's Achilles tendon rupture, even a large incision required a very good technique to suture it well. A limited incision could not meet the needs of sports training. Even sports enthusiasts would have to stop their hobby for a long time after they performed an Achilles tendon rupture repair with a limited incision.
If an athlete stopped training for a few years, what was the point of training again?
The sixteen-year-old Dong Xiaoning understood Doctor Qu's attitude. She nodded solemnly again and said, "I don't want to change it. I want to practice sports."
As her mother, she sighed heavily. She did not know how to persuade her. She could only blame her husband, "Back then, of all the names, you just had to call me Ning. What should I do when I get stubborn? Also, I already said that I don't want to practice sports. If I keep practicing, whose body will I hurt? "
Doctor Qu coughed softly.
He was an attending physician, and he did not want to listen to the internal conflict of the patient's family. If there was anything, they could quarrel after he, the attending physician, left.
As expected, the two parents did not say anything else. They just asked about the details of the surgery again.
After a while, Ling Ran came to the ward for a ward round.
This kind of ward round before the surgery was mainly to understand the patient's condition, and it was not required to go in depth. Ling Ran only felt a little strange when he saw Doctor Qu.
Doctor Qu directly asked Ling Ran to suture the skin in front of the patient and her family.
He was not afraid that Ling Ran would not agree to it. It was a very small request, after all.
Ling Ran listened and nodded. He took out the MRI scan and looked at it. He said, "In this case, it should be enough to make a 12-inch incision."
From 14 inches to 12 inches, it was two inches less. Dong Xiaoning was happy and quickly said, "Can it be a little smaller?"
"Didn't you want to practice sports? If we do it according to Plan A, 12 inches is the smallest. "
Dong Xiaoning could only respond with an "oh". She lowered her head and said nothing with Ling Ran's face.
After Ling Ran left, the three members of the Dong family thanked Doctor Qu again. Dong Xiaoning said with even more uncertainty, "Doctor Ling is so young. Did he really cure Liu Weichen?"
"Not only Liu Weichen, but also many other athletes." Doctor Qu said a few words that were insincere, but he was too lazy to say anything else. He only said, "Get ready. When we reach the operating theater later, just wait patiently. Achilles tendon repair is still a relatively mature surgery …"
In the operating theater.
Ling Ran waited for Dong Xiaoning to be pushed in and nodded at her.
The young nurse reminded her, "Doctor Ling deliberately came to the operating theater today to wait for you."
Dong Xiaoning asked in a daze, "Why wait for me?"
"Because many chief surgeons are used to coming last." The moment the young nurse opened her mouth, she revealed a secret that was not a secret.
Dong Xiaoning did not understand. She asked the topic that she was most concerned about, "Doctor Ling, you will personally suture me, right?"
"Yes." Ling Ran confirmed again.
"Then, don't you usually suture people?"
"Not necessarily."
"Then, who do you suture, and who do you not suture?"
Ling Ran was stunned by Dong Xiaoning's question. He thought about it carefully and slowly said, "It's mainly based on the amount of hair shaved off."
"What?" Dong Xiaoning, who was only sixteen years old, did not understand.
Ling Ran had already waved his hand and asked the anesthetist, who was not Pan, to give her the medicine.
The patient soon fell asleep. At this time, Ling Ran slowly drew a line on the leg and slowly made an incision.
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