"There are too many people in the operating theater. Those from other departments, please wait outside for a while." Department Director Huo looked at Ling Ran's operation for a while. He felt calmer and more excited, and he began to be picky about the surrounding environment.
The laminar flow operating theater they used was supposed to have a limited number of people, but the doctors often did not follow the rules.
At this moment, Department Director Huo spoke, and the resident doctors from other departments who came to take over quickly left.
They were very happy to see Zhao Leyi make a fool of himself, but they absolutely did not dare to go against a department director, especially the famous Huo Congjun.
A few doctors from other departments obediently left the operating theater. Huo Congjun stretched comfortably, took the anesthetist's chair, and sat down.
Su Jiafu, the anesthetist, was short and weak. He only stood up to observe the patient's vital signs when Department Director Huo came to show that he was working hard. He did not expect that even the chair was taken away …
At this time, Su Jiafu clearly saw Department Director Huo raise his chin three times.
He immediately analyzed the situation with his six hundred plus marks in his college entrance examination. 'Raising the chin once is an itch, raising it twice is a greeting, and raising it thrice …'
"I'm going out for a while." Su Jiafu quickly stepped open the airtight access door and left the operating theater without looking back.
Anesthetists often moved between different operating theaters. Sometimes, it was because there were not enough anesthetists, so they had to let one anesthetist manage multiple operating theaters. Sometimes, it was purely because they were bored.
The automation level of the instruments in modern hospitals was very high. Automatic monitoring of vital signs, automatic adjustment of drug injections, and so on were very common in secondary grade B hospitals. In addition, the chief surgeon, first assistant, and nurses who could automatically shout "muscle relaxant", "blood pressure", and "heartbeat" were also very useful. An anesthetist only needed to listen to the different sounds of the instruments and the doctor, and did not need to wear headphones to complete most of the work.
The great invention that really kept anesthetists in the operating theater was the mobile phone. Before this, anesthetists who were tired of reading literature and novels and did not need to take exams in a short period of time often gathered in an operating theater and played chess or Fight the Landlord in a corner. Whoever won would go to the operating theater. No one had ever heard of playing mahjong.
Department Director Huo watched the door of the operating theater close, cleared his throat, and said, "Okay, now only our department's own people are left."
Doctors and nurses belonged to the department. They received the department's performance pay and obeyed the orders of the department leaders. Anesthetists belonged to the Department of Anesthesia, and they were like artificial hips.
"Let's have an impromptu meeting." Department Director Huo had the air of a leader, even though he was only in charge of a few dozen people and did not have a gun.
Zhao Leyi and Ling Ran continued with the surgery.
Zhao Leyi had participated in many "small meetings", and he knew that there was no need for him to stop, so Ling Ran did not care too much about it. He had always been serious when he did things, and he would not be overcautious or look around. He would only do his best to do what he was doing.
Huo Congjun's voice traveled into his ears leisurely. "Ling Ran, I want to criticize you first. Look at the last two times you acted on your own and disregarded the rules. Do you know how serious the consequences are?"
Without waiting for Ling Ran to answer, Huo Congjun said sternly, "If it were another hospital and another doctor who handled this in a professional manner, forget about the stain in your file, you might not even get your graduation certificate!"
Zhao Leyi looked at Ling Ran with slight pleasure.
Ling Ran was carefully putting a loop on a tendon. His expression and serious look were exactly the same as the kids in the park putting hoops.
The scrub nurse who cooperated with Ling Ran also moved lightly. She looked at Ling Ran as if she wanted him to find a place to sign his name …
Zhao Leyi's two minions almost rebelled.
"In short, you have to take these two illegal operations as a warning." Huo Congjun's tone was stern as he said, "Ling Ran, you are still in your internship period. Although internships are about learning through practice, you still have to be punished for your serious mistakes. Do you agree?"
"I agree." Ling Ran naturally agreed to be punished for his mistakes and to admit his mistakes. This was how he lived his life as a student. While he spoke, the needle holder in Ling Ran's hand did not even tremble.
Huo Congjun deliberately waited for a few seconds before he said, "In view of the fact that you have committed two serious violations of the rules in less than a month, I will explain to the Medical Education Department and extend your internship time in the Emergency Department. Your total internship time will also be longer than others. Do you have any objections?"
"No." Ling Ran lowered his head and looked at the patient's hand. His posture was very normal. It was the posture that doctors often posed in the operating theater, but it made people feel comfortable just by looking at it.
Huo Congjun hummed in satisfaction and said, "That's it, then. Let's talk about the second matter …"
"Department director?" Zhao Leyi felt like he was about to explode.
What did Huo Congjun mean when he raised the board high and let it fall gently? Huo Congjun's board did not fall at all.
What kind of punishment was extending the internship time? It was Huo Congjun who wanted him to stay in the Emergency Department.
Huo Congjun ignored Zhao Leyi. He waved his hand slightly and said, "I just asked the head nurse to check again. In the past three months, the Emergency Department sent about thirty patients with flexor tendon injuries to the Hand Surgery Department. This is equivalent to a patient with flexor tendon injuries every three days. This number is not small."
Huo Congjun looked at Ling Ran and said, "Do you still want to perform M-Tang technique surgery?"
Ling Ran raised his head and asked, "Can I?"
"If you perform this surgery well now, you can perform it with the authorization of the attending physician." Huo Congjun showed a department director's smile and said to Zhao Leyi and the others, "Surgery for flexor tendon injuries can be major or minor. If you perform it for a period of time, you should be able to accumulate a lot of cases."
Zhao Leyi, who was about to explode, suddenly calmed down.
Yes, the patients under him were now receiving M-Tang technique surgeries in no man's land.
No man's land!
Now, there were indeed doctors who could perform surgeries in no man's land, but forget about the proportion, the total number of people was not many. Yun Hua Hospital, the top hospital in Changxi Province, only had one person who could do it!
Then, the Emergency Department of Yun Hua Hospital performed ten cases of M-Tang technique surgery every month?
This was not a Level One or Level Two surgery like appendectomy or hysterectomy. In the eyes of the entire Yun Hua Hospital, it was a very advanced surgery. If it was carried out, the Emergency Department's year-end summary could add a sentence: Actively developed a new diagnosis and treatment method, completed more than one hundred and twenty cases of M-Tang technique surgeries in the whole year, and created a new record in the national emergency medicine field …
Perhaps, Huo Congjun's dream of a small surgery could really be realized.
Zhao Leyi wanted to say that they did not know the patient's current situation and prognosis. He also wanted to remind Huo Congjun that the Emergency Department was too good at skirting the line when they performed such surgeries.
But Zhao Leyi did not need to say it out loud to guess that Huo Congjun would not listen to him.
The patient's prognosis could be seen later. With Ling Ran's suturing skills, they could just select patients who could perform the surgery and reduce the number. As for skirting the line in the Emergency Department, it was the same in all the hospitals that were engaged in major Emergency Departments. What was so rare about it? The Orthopedics Department had always been a disaster area where surgeries were snatched. Everyone knew that the Orthopedics Department was full of rich people.
If the major Emergency Department was really done!
If the major Emergency Department was really done …
Zhao Leyi could not help but imagine a scene in his mind. After his wife went to an LV store and bought a handbag, she still had the money to go to the foreign trade store next door to buy him two T-shirts that cost one hundred and fifty RMB.
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