Ling Ran quietly went out. When he was about to walk into the bathroom, he stopped, turned around, walked through the surgical corridor, walked out of the cleaning area, and entered the supply area again.
Ling Ran opened his locker and took out a full set of clothes. He then entered the bathroom and stripped himself clean. Then, he washed himself vigorously with hot water.
It was Ling Ran's first time operating on an AIDS patient. It was impossible for him to say that he was not worried.
When it came to probability, there would only be unforgettable feelings when it was his turn.
For example, when someone spent 2 RMB to buy a lottery ticket, his imagination would run wild. That was a surreal romantic spirit that ignored probability.
Similarly, when a person sat on an airplane that only had one fatal accident every five million flights, if he was worried about his own safety, participating in AIDS surgery would definitely be a super scary thing for him.
However, doctors did not have many choices in this regard.
Based on the current environment, doctors in tertiary Grade A hospitals would sooner or later participate in such surgeries.
When Ling Ran was reorganizing the ward area of his Ling Treatment Group, he had considered this kind of problem.
However, it was impossible for him to say that he did not feel the slightest bit guilty.
At this moment, Ling Ran felt more like a pilot flying solo for the first time.
He knew that he was prepared, but … hot water could still comfort him.
After taking a hot shower for a full fifteen minutes, Ling Ran turned off the tap, wiped his body, took out his full set of clothes, and put them on. Then, he went to the changing room, found a set of scrubs, and put them on.
With Ling Ran's figure, it was actually not easy to find a set of scrubs that fit him. It was only because the nurses in the supply area carefully categorized them that Ling Ran could easily get a change of clothes.
After completing the whole process like a ritual, Ling Ran returned to the bathroom and washed his hands step by step.
He brushed his small claws, brushed his long arms, hooked his fingertips, hooked his finger webs, hooked his nail grooves, and hooked his fingers …
Ten minutes later.
When Ling Ran entered the operating theater again, everyone raised their heads to look at him. No one could guess that Ling Ran, who had a cold expression on his face, had just made a round of mental adjustments.
Then, he put on his goggles, protective clothing, and double-layered gloves. Another ten minutes passed.
Lu Wenbin suddenly laughed.
Anesthetist Su Jiafu looked at Lu Wenbin strangely. "Are the pork trotters sold out today?"
"I remember when I went to get the BMW 535 serviced …"
"You don't have to tell me the model number." Su Jiafu chuckled. Anesthetists were considered high-income doctors, but Su Jiafu did not buy a good car. People who stayed in the hospital twenty-four hours a day did not need a good car.
Lu Wenbin coughed proudly and said, "Let's talk about something funny. When I had my car serviced, Fourth Son's shop not only charged me for my medical supplies, but also my man-hour fees. 38 yuan per hour. Five minutes was counted as one working hour, so the hourly wage was 450 yuan. Do you think it's too much for our hospital to charge you based on working hours and charge you 450 yuan per hour? Humans were more complicated than BMWs. We're still operating on an AIDS patient! "
"450 an hour?" Su Jiafu laughed. "Then I'll have to buy a Porsche."
"Would I get scolded for buying a Porsche?" Lu Wenbin pursed his lips. "A BMW 535 is the limit for a doctor to buy a car, okay?"
"So, the other doctors can't overtake you, right?"
"You've got the point now." Lu Wenbin stretched out his hand and looked at the double-layered gloves. He asked, "Can this ensure that my fingers won't get hurt?"
"No." Ling Ran also raised his hand.
The inner layer of the double-layered gloves was a sturdy, colorful glove, and the outer layer was a thin, light-colored glove. When the outer glove was pierced, the doctor could easily see the colorful glove through the hole. This was the so-called "imaging". The imaging gave the doctor a chance to change the glove. In theory, it could reduce the chances of occupational exposure.
However, theory was always theory. In practice, the probability of piercing the colorful glove still existed.
Ling Ran also stretched out his hand and looked at it. He said, "Today is a knee arthroscopic surgery. The glove won't be torn. Go and inform the patient."
Lu Wenbin faked a smile and believed him.
After a while, Zuo Cidian followed Xu Yongchang, who was ready, into the operating theater.
Then, Yu Yuan also entered the operating theater with three medical interns.
"Lu Wenbin will be my assistant. Yu Yuan will be on standby. Zuo Cidian will go out." Ling Ran quickly made a decision.
Among the three assistants, Lu Wenbin's surgical skills were the most promising. Yu Yuan and Zuo Cidian's skills were not good enough.
However, Ling Ran still needed Yu Yuan to manage the medical interns. On the other hand, Ling Ran's treatment group and the medical interns had never operated on an AIDS patient, and this was a compulsory course in tertiary Grade A hospitals.
They had to make up for the necessary lessons.
Yun Hua Hospital was the top hospital in the region. While it enjoyed the title of a "high-ranking hospital", it also had to bear the responsibility of a high-ranking hospital.
Low-ranking hospitals could not treat patients, did not dare to treat them, and even sent patients who were on the verge of death. Yun Hua Hospital had no other choice but to accept them.
Yun Hua Hospital was the bottom-line hospital of Yun Hua City and even Changxi Province.
"Doctor Ling, thank you." Xu Yongchang coughed softly and attracted everyone's attention.
The three medical interns subconsciously avoided their mouths and noses, and they curiously sized up Xu Yongchang.
Even Yu Yuan and Lu Wenbin's expressions were not very natural.
"You don't have to thank me," Ling Ran answered through the mask.
Ling Ran also wore a mask under the mask, and he looked like he was fully armed.
Xu Yongchang looked at Ling Ran's medical protective suit, but he said happily, "No, Doctor Ling, I want to thank you …"
"I don't like you!" Ling Ran interrupted Xu Yongchang and said, "I don't want to talk to you. Due to your condition, I agree to use local anesthesia, but I don't want to talk to you. "
Xu Yongchang opened his mouth with some difficulty, and he said a little indignantly, "I really have no other choice …"
Ling Ran ignored him and only whispered to Lu Wenbin, "Disinfect the drapes."
Xu Yongchang looked at Ling Ran's serious face, pursed his lips, and wisely kept quiet.
Lu Wenbin and Yu Yuan were secretly happy.
Even Guan Fei, who had just been scolded harshly, felt a lot better.
For them, a patient who hid his condition was like a time bomb buried in the hospital. No one knew when it would blow up the lives, future, and hard work of one or a few innocent medical staff …
Lu Wenbin and the nurses got busy.
Ling Ran turned around and reminded them, "Use the thigh fixator."
During knee arthroscopy, the patient's entire leg would be disinfected. During this process, the assistant needed to lift the patient's thigh. Usually, the assistant would use his shoulder to carry the patient's leg, which was also the most convenient position.
In comparison, using the thigh fixator was much more troublesome. He also needed to use sponge pads around the thigh to protect it, and it was far less convenient to use a young and strong shoulder.
However, no one was willing to carry a leg when it came to operating on an AIDS patient.
Even if Lu Wenbin's fitness was very effective, he was not willing to show the results at this time. He even began to reflect on himself. In the future, when he performed emergency treatment, he could not act recklessly just to look strong.
"Fix the pipeline, especially to avoid sliding." Ling Ran checked the items one by one, and after he finished looking at all of them, he started the knee arthroscopy surgery.
"Scalpel." As Ling Ran gave the order, a cold stainless steel knife fell into his hand.
Ling Ran lowered his head to look at the knife, and he once again recognized it as a murder weapon.
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