Lu Wenbin carried a large and deep soup pot and walked as if he was flying.
Over the past month or so, the Emergency Department had reorganized its staff to upgrade to an Emergency Medical Center. Even Ling Ran had shifted his focus to writing research papers.
The number of surgeries in the Emergency Department had decreased greatly. The time Lu Wenbin spent in the gym was almost as long as the time he spent in the kitchen. The effect of this was also very shocking. It was very easy for him to do deep squats to cook a whole pot of pork trotters.
When he arrived at the warehouse behind the Emergency Department, Lu Wenbin looked around vigilantly. When he saw that no one was paying attention, he passed through the middle of the construction site and took a shortcut to the front of the warehouse.
The warehouse was going to be converted into the ward area of the Emergency Medical Center. Now that the construction of the main structure was almost completed, the renovation was in full swing.
Lu Wenbin went straight to the cafeteria on the second floor of the warehouse. When he saw that the construction was completed, he could not wait to bring all the pots and pans over.
The waiting room of the Emergency Department was quite cramped. It was not like the newly built kitchen, which was spacious and not in operation. He could casually lay out the pig trotters that weighed more than fifty pounds and cook them however he wanted.
Lu Wenbin put down the big soup pot, opened the window, turned on the air purifiers on both sides, and stood on the balcony for a while. He felt that the smell in the room had almost dissipated.
The decoration of the Emergency Medical Center was relatively simple, and the smell was not strong to begin with. Lu Wenbin adapted very quickly. He had no choice but to adapt. In the past few years, the expansion of the hospital followed the same pattern. They would first build a building, then renovate it, and at the same time, add and renovate the original wards and operating theaters. Even if the upgrade of the Emergency Medical Center did not happen, the Emergency Department could not avoid renovation.
Lu Wenbin only checked his pig trotters carefully, then took them in his hands and sniffed them to make sure that there was no strange smell on them. Then, he put them into the soup pot one by one.
The pig trotters were all cleaned. He rented a house near the market and hired people to clean and buy pig trotters. Every morning, after Lu Wenbin chose the pig trotters, the rest was done by his subordinates. Only when it came to the steaming step would Lu Wenbin be in control again.
If he did not do this, Lu Wenbin would not have time to come to the hospital for surgery.
When all the pig trotters were placed, Lu Wenbin carefully took out the prepared soup and gently poured it into the pot.
Lu Wenbin couldn't help but reveal a satisfied smile as he watched the white pig trotters splatter the dark broth all over the pot.
The time spent cooking the pig trotters passed the fastest, and it was also the time that made Lu Wenbin the happiest.
After all the preparation work was done, Lu Wenbin turned around and called for the hired workers who came to help him. He then packed up and quickly walked to the ward area of the Emergency Department.
"Stop right there. Have you washed your hands?" Wang Jia was standing at the corridor on the left of the Emergency Department's ward area.
The observation rooms of the Emergency Department of Yun Hua Hospital surrounded the atrium and were divided into two parts. With the appearance of Ling Ran's treatment group, the left ward area was completely handed over to Ling Ran.
While Huo Congjun and the others were still doubting whether Ling Ran could manage the ward well, a glass door that was used to separate the wards appeared at the front of the left side, and young nurses were on duty in groups.
It was Wang Jia's turn today.
Even though Lu Wenbin had bought a house, a BMW, and learned the M-Tang technique, he was still a resident doctor.
Resident Doctor Lu Wenbin looked at the nurse in resignation and said, "I just went out, and I didn't touch anything."
"No." Wang Jia said firmly, "Doctor Ling said that all doctors have to wash their hands when they go in and out, including department directors."
"I …" Lu Wenbin lowered his head and obediently squeezed some alcohol-based hand sanitizer from the bottle by the door. He wiped his hands …
"Apply it evenly. You must cover everything from your fingers to your wrist." Wang Jia's voice was cold. She scrutinized Lu Wenbin's hands as if she was looking at pig trotters.
Lu Wenbin had no choice but to obediently apply the alcohol-based hand sanitizer before he entered the ward area.
In the corridor of the ward area, four circulating nurses were holding alcohol-based hand sanitizer and staring at the doctors in the corridor with burning eyes.
Lu Wenbin lowered his head and walked quickly.
Every hospital actually carried out mandatory disinfection measures, and some hospitals even carried them out very strictly and meticulously.
For this reason, a specialized department was born — the Department of Infection Control.
The full name of the Department of Infection Control was the Department of Hospital Infection Management. It dealt with iatrogenic infections and ensured that patients would not be infected because of medical activities.
It could be imagined that it was precisely because a large number of patients were infected because of medical activities that there was a need for the Department of Infection Control to exist.
However, the reality was that as an administrative action, the efficiency of the Department of Infection Control in most hospitals was regrettably low, and the results were not obvious.
The reason was that the medical staff did not cooperate, and the hospital did not have a strong leader.
As a meticulous and difficult job, the Department of Infection Control could be said to be a typical arduous and unrewarding job.
Most of the time, even if the Department of Infection Control or the higher-ups of the hospital wanted to do something, it was difficult to get the cooperation of the medical staff.
However, when Ling Ran became the leader of the Ling Treatment Group, his request was first actively cooperated with by the nurses.
And in the hospital, if the operating theater belonged to the chief surgeon, then the ward area outside the operating theater belonged to the nurses.
In any ward, doctors and patients were just passers-by.
Only the nurses were eternal.
"Have you washed your hands?" A nurse passed by Lu Wenbin and could not help but frown.
"Yes." Lu Wenbin immediately extended his hand and looked at the nurse pitifully. "The skin is almost washed off."
"Doctor Ling said that a small amount of alcohol-based hand sanitizer won't hurt the skin too much," the nurse corrected Lu Wenbin seriously.
Lu Wenbin smiled bitterly. "Even if it doesn't hurt the skin, I can't stand to keep applying it."
"Is your skin injured?" The nurse frowned and looked at Lu Wenbin.
"I'm not injured yet …"
"Then you're not injured." The nurse interrupted Lu Wenbin firmly and said, "It's not too late to stand up and question when you're injured. Doctor Ling won't be wrong. "
Lu Wenbin shook his head. "How do you know that Doctor Ling won't be wrong?"
"Doctor Ling is so handsome, how can he be wrong?" The young nurse puffed out her chest, and her tone was serious and forceful.
Lu Wenbin was stunned, and he did not know how to refute.
"I'll go and see the patient." Lu Wenbin dodged the young nurse's lecture and rushed into the nearest ward.
There was a bottle of alcohol-based hand sanitizer hanging on the wall of the ward.
There was a bottle of alcohol-based hand sanitizer hanging next to each bed.
There were bottles of alcohol-based hand sanitizer hanging on the windowsill and behind the door.
"Before you touch the patient, you must first disinfect your hands, and disinfect them one by one." Another nurse squeezed her head in from the corridor and said, "Remember the lesson of puerperal fever."
Puerperal fever was a very common disease in the nineteenth century, and the incidence of puerperal fever in hospitals was several times higher than in hospitals outside of hospitals. The reason was that doctors did not disinfect their hands to save time.
This kind of dark history was something that doctors tried their best to forget, and Lu Wenbin was no exception. He could not help but mutter, "Responsible nurses and obsessive-compulsive doctors, I really can't stand it."
"Are you going to refuse to wash your hands?" The young nurse picked up the whistle around her neck and was ready to blow it at any time.
Lu Wenbin chuckled. He did not say that he had applied alcohol-based hand sanitizer before. He grabbed a bottle and applied it again.
When he came into contact with the patient again, it was already half a minute later.
The patient and the patient's family members were quite happy, and they looked like they were smiling.
Lu Wenbin's mood gradually calmed down.
For doctors, washing their hands was the most trivial matter, but Lu Wenbin and the others would not deliberately disobey Ling Ran's insistence.
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