During Ling Ran's time at home, he would teach Doctor Miao and perform surgeries himself. A day passed by quickly.
The patient structure in Lower Groove Clinic was not bad. Now, there were a few sutures and dozens of fluid transfusions every day.
For the clinic, if there were more than one hundred people who received fluid transfusions and bought medicine, it could be said to be a considerable profit. Business like cosmetic sutures could be said to be extra profit.
The Ling family's impulse to renovate the clinic could be said to have come from this.
Ling Ran cooperated with Doctor Miao. One taught, and the other learned. A few patients were really not enough. So, Ling Ran hung up the massage sign again. "Massage for two minutes, twenty-five RMB" was changed to "Massage for two minutes, thirty-five RMB". It was just a few neighbors who complained.
Now, everyone knew whether Ling Ran's massage skills were good or not. Those who were willing to get massages fought for it, while those who were not willing to get massages were a little jealous when they saw the Ling family increase the price.
In the next few days, Ling Ran slept until he woke up naturally, then went back to sleep before he slowly went to the hospital. Most of the time, he just went home after a ward round.
Hepatectomy was a major surgery. Patients usually had to stay in the ICU for a few days. It was not strange for serious cases to stay in the ICU for a week or two, or even twenty days.
The hospital's ICU could only provide a limited number of hospital beds. Once it was full, the recovery would be very slow.
Moreover, other departments also needed to perform surgeries, and they would also occupy the ICU's resources. Their usage was basically fixed, and the ICU did not dare to fill up Ling Ran's hospital beds.
No matter how handsome he was, he still had to comply with the basic rules, right?
Most importantly, Ling Ran's assistants also entered a state of exhaustion.
They had to perform surgeries, write liver scans, do daily work such as ward rounds, and complete so many medical records that normal doctors could not create … Ling Ran's group, which had to rush to perform freelance surgeries on weekends, was already at its limit.
"Let's not take in patients for hepatectomy this week." Looking at the increasing number of unfinished tasks on the wall, Ling Ran decided to temporarily take a step back.
He had just obtained a skill for reconstruction of the cruciate ligament under arthroscopy, and he had not completed the self-improvement mission for cholecystectomy. He was also prepared to make some small adjustments in advance.
At the very least, he should read two more orthopedic books.
Zuo Cidian, who was sitting on the chair and writing medical records, heard this, and his throat began to tremble. "Doctor Ling, if you don't take in patients for hepatectomy, what type are you going to do?"
"If you have any patients you want to take in, you can tell us. If not, we can leave the beds empty for a few days." In truth, there were not many empty hospital beds. In Ling Ran's group, which implemented the strategy of staying in the hospital for long periods of time, hospital beds were already a scarce resource. The vacant beds were basically vacated by patients who had been discharged in the past two or three days.
"Is this … resting with the people?" Zuo Cidian almost shouted, "Long live the emperor!"
Lu Wenbin and Yu Yuan, who were slightly slower to react, also widened their eyes. They found it a little unbelievable.
"Can we really stop accepting patients?" Lu Wenbin asked in surprise.
"Not for now. Rest for a few days." Ling Ran nodded.
"I'll call Department Director Huo." Zuo Cidian came to a realization and quickly went to cut off the patient from the root.
Ling Ran's treatment group was a little special. They were set up in the Emergency Department and did not have any outpatient services. Therefore, if they did not take the initiative to admit patients, there would be fewer patients coming to them.
Even if there were, emergency patients could be transferred. It was normal for scheduled patients to be delayed for a few days.
"Everyone, please fill up your medical records over the next few days." Zuo Cidian did not dare to think about not doing anything, and he had never thought about it either.
It would be bad if he did not finish filling up the medical records. It would be troublesome at that time.
Ling Ran was also not interested in writing medical records. There were more than ten thousand words in a medical record, and it was not in line with Ling Ran's aesthetics to rely on copying and pasting the data.
"I'll go and take a look around the wards. Yu Yuan, come with me. We need to continue strengthening the infection control. "Ling Ran got up and left. He did not give the others a chance to express their opinions.
If it was up to the doctors, no one wanted to do infection control at all.
Everyone believed that they were the cleanest. Even if they did not shower for three days, they would still think that they were the kind of people who did not have body odor.
There were even fewer people who were willing to wash their hands with alcohol-based hand sanitizer every time they went for a physical examination.
They could wash their hands before surgery, but not many people cared about the disinfection of the wards.
Most importantly, infection control was always very troublesome. There would be conflicts with other doctors, and the nurses and head nurses were often not cooperative.
In short, this was a job that needed to be pushed forward with great strength, and the results were not visible.
However, Ling Ran had never been afraid of other people's slander or dissatisfaction.
If he would be affected by the dissatisfaction of the people around him, Ling Ran would have been at a loss when he received the hundredth love letter.
Therefore, even if Yu Yuan and the others were also unwilling to put in the effort to do infection control, Ling Ran still persisted.
Infection control was the right thing to do, and it was a must.
Besides, it was not very troublesome to carry a bottle of alcohol-based hand sanitizer with him.
"The sewers also need to be cleaned. The frequency of cleaning the toilets in each ward needs to be increased. The original frequency of cleaning is suitable for a full ward. Now that we have a long-term increase in the number of beds, the frequency must be increased. "Ling Ran leisurely gave his orders, and Yu Yuan took notes.
"Do we subcontract it?" Yu Yuan whispered, "The nurses are not willing to do it."
"Subcontract it. Get some interns to do it," Ling Ran said.
Yu Yuan looked up at the former intern Ling Ran and whispered, "It will cost a lot to subcontract it. We have to tell Department Director Huo."
"I'll call him later." Ling Ran had already received Huo Congjun's permission to spend a certain amount of department funds.
In fact, if it was a veteran leading a group of doctors, the funds might be completely independent.
Of course, if it was a weak leading group of doctors who did not have any funds, they could still talk to the department director.
"Buy some alcohol-based hand sanitizer." Ling Ran checked around and used up a bottle of alcohol-based hand sanitizer. He took another bottle of lavender-flavored hand sanitizer and said, "I'll go to the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery. Contact the outsourcing company."
"Aren't we not going to perform hepatectomy?" Yu Yuan's liver trembled.
"I'll go and see if there are any gallbladders that can be removed," Ling Ran said, "Zhang Anmin even promised me to be the chief surgeon."
"Okay …" Yu Yuan watched Ling Ran leave and secretly sighed in relief.
Hepatectomy was not like Achilles tendon repair surgery. It put a lot more pressure on the first assistant and even the second assistant. In Ling Treatment Group, only Lu Wenbin and Ma Yanlin were able to accept it. Even so, it was only after Zhang Anmin helped out that everyone felt a little more relaxed.
Yu Yuan and Zuo Cidian did not have it so easy in the surgery. Any resident doctor could retract the retractor for Achilles tendon repair surgery. But when it came to hepatectomy, Yu Yuan really felt guilty, and she was under a lot of pressure every time.
"If only performing surgeries could be as easy as writing research papers." When Yu Yuan thought of research papers, her mood became a little better. Her mind was filled with all kinds of research papers. In the blink of an eye, Yu Yuan thought of her collection, and a smile appeared on her face.
Ling Ran strolled to the ward area of the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery.
Recently, half of the patients in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery were hepatectomized by Ling Ran. It was not the first time he came for ward rounds.
The doctors and nurses greeted him obediently.
If Ling Ran could be said to be rampant in the operating theater before this, ever since Professor Feng Zhixiang left, he could be rampant in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery.
Regardless of whether it was He Yuanzheng or his subordinates, they absolutely did not want to be used as a case study by a doctor like Ling Ran in some international conference one day, in any domestic conference, in any out-of-hospital consultation, or in-hospital consultation …
"Where's Zhang Anmin?" Ling Ran randomly found a doctor in a large white coat and asked.
He kind of wanted to perform a cholecystectomy.
"In the intensive care unit," the doctor answered carefully.
The intensive care unit in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery used to be the ward for senior officials. It was a little simpler than the one in the VIP patient building, but it was protected by a complete set of doctors and nurses. It was the first choice for patients in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery, especially those who had undergone major hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgery.
Ling Ran said yes and went to look for him.
Before he reached the place, he saw a group of people crowded in the small living room. There were even people pacing back and forth in the corridor.
Ling Ran frowned and shouted, "Make way." He only walked in when he saw the people make way for him.
The ward connected to the small living room was also full of people.
"Teacher Zhu, don't think too much. It's just cholecystitis. Many people get it, and they'll be discharged in a few days."
"Teacher Zhu, you're working too hard. You care too much about your students. You don't even go to the hospital when you're not feeling well."
"Teacher Zhu, you have students all over the world, but you also have to pay attention to your own health."
The people around the bed talked to each other with smiles on their faces.
The patient on the bed almost cried. He wanted to laugh, but he could not, and his face was full of sadness.
"Hey, don't be like this. I know, I might have … cancer?" When Teacher Zhu said the word "cancer", he was almost tongue-tied.
The person beside the bed hurriedly said, "No, it's really not …"
"I know that you are lying to me …"
"No one is lying to you …"
"Principal Liu, I've been working here for 30 years. Two years ago, I was hospitalized for a month, and all you did was send me a fruit. But now …" Teacher Zhu looked at the baskets of flowers and fruits around him, and his tears were about to fall.
Principal Liu smiled awkwardly and asked for help from the side.
The grade director licked his lips and whispered into Mr. Zhu's ear, "Old Zhu, your son has been transferred to the Education Bureau."
Teacher Zhu was stunned, and his eyes slowly lit up.
"I have cholecystitis?" Mr. Zhu asked.
"Yes, cholecystitis." Seeing that the patient had calmed down, Zhang Anmin replied and said, "There is adhesion, but it's not very serious. We suggest resection. If you're willing, we'll arrange surgery as soon as possible."
"Cut … cut it off," Teacher Zhu said and couldn't help but smile.
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