Ling Ran stared at the screen on the operating table. He only said after he finished the surgery and left the operating theater, "Rest for a while."
"Okay, it's good to rest for a while." The department director of the Department of Surgery for Infectious Disease Patients, who was waiting at the door, nodded repeatedly.
They only had two operating theaters left. The operating theater in front was sterilized and sealed, and they did not have time to perform air culture. The Third People's Hospital did not expect the surgeons of Yun Hua Hospital to improve their surgical style by leaps and bounds.
Yun Hua was a wealthy city with a population of ten million, which made the city's construction, especially the construction of infrastructure, improve by leaps and bounds. The hospital for infectious diseases was also set up on a scale that far exceeded the current needs. Although the Department of Surgery for Infectious Disease Patients in the Third People's Hospital had just been established, they were a large hospital with eleven operating theaters. Although they were currently a tertiary grade B hospital, their goal was definitely to become a tertiary grade A hospital.
Of course, a goal was just a goal. It was fine to pay for the hardware facilities, but it was very difficult to build a high-quality Department of Surgery for Infectious Disease Patients at tertiary grade A level.
The Third People's Hospital of Yun Hua still relied on external freelance surgeons to solve most of the surgeries. This also caused the quality of their surgeons to be limited, and their development was slow.
As they stared at Ling Ran's back, a few people in charge of the Third People's Hospital had different thoughts. Such a doctor could really be compared to ten people. Although the surgical methods and scope of the surgery had become narrower, it was still better than being sloppy.
However, no one in the room said their thoughts. They also knew the disadvantages of the Department of Surgery for Infectious Disease Patients. If they wanted to poach high-end surgeons from other hospitals, they would not be able to do it with ordinary treatment.
Ling Ran went to the shower room and carefully washed his body. He changed into the clothes he brought with him, put on clean scrubs, and sat in the waiting room feeling refreshed.
"Let's open the chest." Ling Ran poured himself a glass of water and gulped it down.
The silver-white treasure chest quickly jumped out.
Ling Ran did not need to do anything. The treasure chest slowly opened, and a silver skill book jumped out.
[Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation (Perfect Level)]
Ling Ran's hand that was about to pour water froze for a moment.
Cardiopulmonary resuscitation was the cornerstone technique of modern emergency treatment.
In ancient times, if a patient who had lost his breath or heartbeat could be resurrected with CPR, it would be a story of the living dead and flesh growing on bones.
Even in modern times, CPR saved countless lives every year.
Ling Ran had always been interested in this technology, but he did not rashly ask Huo Congjun for it.
This was because CPR was a skill that was related to one's life, and it was not something that could be practiced just because one wanted to. Although according to the requirements of housemanship and internship in the country, every student was required to perform CPR several times or even more than ten times before they left the hospital, the hospital was unable to provide such an opportunity to practice. Hence, the so-called requirements and goals became a mere formality.
Ling Ran poured himself another glass of water. As he drank it slowly, he recalled all the information he knew about CPR.
Simply being able to perform CPR was a very low requirement.
Popular first aid training, such as swimming teams and drowning rescue teams, would train them in CPR. However, the skills they mastered in CPR were very basic, and they could only say that they could perform CPR.
When it came to the frequency of compressions, the depth of compressions, the operation of artificial respiration, and so on, they could only be said to be the most basic of basic, but it was better than nothing. It was purely for the sake of protecting the Platinum Ten Minutes.
This kind of CPR skill could only be considered as the most basic Novice Level after a long period of practice and real operation.
Specialist Level Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation did not only have the ability to save a person, but it also had the ability to command a group of people to perform CPR. Continuous chest compressions were very tiring, and there were very few people who could persevere for a long time when they had to continuously bend over to perform CPR. In the history of CPR, prolonged CPR that lasted more than thirty minutes were common. There were even cases of CPR that lasted for five to six hours (Note 1).
Master Level CPR would have to consider the possibility of post-resuscitation multiple organ dysfunction syndrome (MODS). MODS was a complex problem caused by hypoxia and ischemia after the circulation was stopped. The correct treatment plan and smart strategies were needed to fight against it.
Ling Ran obtained Perfect Level CPR, which meant that even if he performed prolonged CPR, his success rate would be much higher than others.
It was a real life-saving skill.
Ling Ran finished his second glass of water and suddenly had the urge to return to the Emergency Medical Center.
"Doctor Ling, do you want to drink some saline water?" When the associate hospital director heard that Ling Ran was resting, he rushed over.
Ling Ran nodded. "Saline water is good."
The associate hospital director immediately gave him a glass of water and carefully squeezed a packet of normal saline water into it …
Ling Ran looked at the associate hospital director quietly, and his expression was very calm.
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"I'm worried that you won't be used to it. After all, we are a hospital for infectious diseases." The associate hospital director seemed to understand Ling Ran's expression, and he explained with a smile.
"I want another glass." Ling Ran did not intend to be polite at all.
Aside from psychological factors, the most difficult part of performing an infection surgery was wearing too much and too thick clothing, which made it unbearably hot.
The operating theater itself had a constant temperature. If it was a normal surgery, the doctors would wear scrubs and a sterile surgical gown, and the temperature would be just right. Circulating nurses and anesthetists did not need to wear surgical gowns. They would feel very comfortable wearing scrubs.
However, when it came to an infection surgery, not only did they need to wear more cloth surgical gowns, but the protective clothing itself was also airtight.
After performing this kind of surgery for a few hours, the doctors were extremely thirsty.
At this time, Zuo Cidian also came over in a new set of clothes. When he saw this, he quickly served water and placed a row of snacks.
"Doctor Ling, replenish some energy." Zuo Cidian narrowed his eyes and poured a new cup of tea for the associate hospital director.
The associate hospital director was flattered. As he watched Zuo Cidian busy himself, he suddenly felt lucky that he did not ask for Ling Ran's help. With Ling Ran's treatment, the associate hospital director would probably be humiliated if they proposed the conditions.
"Is the operating theater ready?" Ling Ran's expression was calm, and it was obvious that he was also calculating the time.
When it came to calculating the time of surgery, Ling Ran did not need to have skills like Specialist Level or above.
The associate hospital director quickly got up and said, "I'll go and supervise."
"Don't worry, the disinfection must be done thoroughly," Ling Ran said and looked at Zuo Cidian.
"Doctor Yu has been following us," Zuo Cidian immediately replied.
The associate hospital director looked a little embarrassed. Yu Yuan supervising their disinfection work was obviously unpleasant, and it would undoubtedly raise a lot of questions.
However, Ling Ran ignored him, and the associate hospital director did not have any other surgeons to change to.
In fact, Ling Ran was the only top-notch orthopedic surgeon who paid 500 RMB a day.
"Let's go and eat something." Ling Ran suddenly got up and said, "Let's go to the Shao family's restaurant."
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