"Hello, how are you?"
"Did you fart?"
"Rest well."
Lu Wenbin, Yu Yuan, and the others each brought an intern and made ward rounds.
The ward rounds of the Department of Surgery were nothing special, especially the ward rounds of resident doctors. They only checked the incision, changed the dressing, and so on. After that, they were considered to have seen a patient.
What they needed to worry about the most was whether the patient farted after the surgery.
Farting meant that the intestines were moving, and the residual gas during the surgery was released, which meant that the postoperative recovery was normal. Correspondingly, if the patient did not fart, the doctors had to consider whether there were intestinal distortions, intestinal adhesions, and whether they touched something that should not be touched during the surgery.
Fortunately, Ling Ran's surgeries always had a good prognosis. There were very few patients whose wounds were difficult to heal or did not fart, and it was just right for Lu Wenbin and Yu Yuan, who were weak.
If it were any other surgery group, if the number of surgeries performed was as high as Ling Ran's, forget two resident doctors, three or four attending physicians would not be able to finish ward rounds even if they sent in three or four attending physicians.
This was also the reason why there were not many objections in the hospital when Ling Ran led a treatment group alone.
There were many things in a treatment group, and many of them were closely related to the patient's life and quality of life. Whether or not they could be taken down was a hard condition.
It was normal for them not to be taken down.
If they could take it down and do it well, then they were not ordinary doctors.
Ling Ran brought Zuo Cidian to visit the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery before they went to the ICU.
Jin Xuezhen's father, who knew that he had to wait in advance, quickly went forward to welcome him with a smile.
He originally wanted Ling Ran to follow and take care of his son 24 hours a day. From the hospital director's brother-in-law's perspective, it was more worthwhile to hire a doctor and spend one or two to three months in exchange for a relatively healthy body for his son.
Unfortunately, Ling Ran did not give in, so he could only find other doctors. But every time Ling Ran came, Jin Xuezhen's father's attitude was still very good, and he frequently asked for all kinds of opinions.
Under his leadership, the problems of the patients' families in the ICU increased.
Ling Ran did not care. His frequency of ward rounds was much lower than that of resident doctors. Yun Hua Hospital implemented a three-level ward round system. The daily ward rounds were done by the doctors in charge, and the person in charge of the treatment group had the lowest frequency of ward rounds.
"His condition is still improving. He should be able to be transferred to a normal ward in a few more days." Ling Ran looked at Jin Xuezhen's various data and gave an optimistic answer.
Many young patients in the Emergency Department who were injured in accidents generally recovered better than the older patients. Jin Xuezhen's car accident was serious, but he recovered very quickly.
Father Jin thanked him profusely. He did not hear this from the doctors in the ICU. Of course, Jin Xuezhen's father also knew why. The doctors in the ICU might not be willing to report good news to the hospital director's brother-in-law and bear the risk of the good news turning into bad news.
Ling Ran, on the other hand, had the style of saying whatever was on his mind. He gave his answer in just a few sentences.
While Jin Xuezhen's father was stunned, Ling Ran took a turn and entered the elevator. He went straight to the surgical floor.
The surgical floor of the Inpatient Department of Yun Hua Hospital was much larger than the operating area of the four operating theaters in the Emergency Medical Center. Not only were there more than ten operating theaters, but there were also corresponding storage rooms, pharmacies, blood banks, sterilization supply centers, and so on …
There were as many as ten washrooms on the surgical floor of the inpatient department.
Ling Ran skillfully turned into the changing room and asked for scrubs from the nurse at the door. He entered the changing room and changed before he locked his clothes in his personal wardrobe.
In Yun Hua Hospital, the original rule in the operating theater was that every wardrobe was a temporary wardrobe so that it could be fully utilized. However, by default, doctors who were associate lecturers and above basically had their own dedicated wardrobe.
Basically, the keys to the wardrobe were all left with the doctors and were not returned.
Ling Ran already had his own dedicated wardrobe in the Operating Area of the Emergency Medical Center. Ever since he helped Professor Feng, who was a freelance surgeon in Beijing, he also had his own dedicated wardrobe in the Operating Area.
Because of this, Ling Ran changed into a new pair of underwear and met up with Zuo Cidian in the washroom.
"Hepatobiliary surgery?" Although Zuo Cidian did not look at the surgical table carefully, he knew that this was the option.
Ling Ran nodded. "The emergency cholecystectomy in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery is reserved. Let's do it to warm our hands first."
The Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery was now like Ling Ran's backyard. He could come and play whenever he wanted. The doctors in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery would not fight with Ling Ran for the right to operate on patients. After all, Ling Ran worked for free in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery. He did not ask for surgery fees, medical fees, and he did not even ask for money for medical consumables.
The only thing that was involved was the issue of the signature for the surgery.
However, when Ling Ran was the chief surgeon, no doctor would think that there would be a problem with the signature.
For most doctors who did not have dreams, having a doctor like Ling Ran perform the surgery for them and get a share of the money made them feel happy and comfortable.
As for the doctors who had dreams, they were naturally more willing to participate in Ling Ran's surgery.
Even if it was cholecystectomy, which Ling Ran was not good at, they could learn countless things by watching him handle different anatomical structures.
Zuo Cidian followed Ling Ran into the operating theater and saw that Zhang Anmin had already draped the patient and was waiting there.
"Doctor Ling." Zhang Anmin smiled like a flower.
Ling Ran first looked at the patient and the monitor before he said, "How long has it been since the anesthesia started?"
"Just ten minutes."
"Why didn't you call?"
"Didn't you just make a ward round in the ward of the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery just now? I reckon that you'll be here soon," Zhang Anmin said and added, "I'll make a call in a few minutes."
Ling Ran did not say anything else. He turned around to look at the scans and asked, "What do you want to know?"
"There's nothing special about this cholecystectomy. The patient is slightly older, sixty-two years old. His basic condition is still alright …" Zhang Anmin said casually. Even for him, a cholecystectomy using a laparoscope was extremely easy. It would be relatively easy for anyone to perform dozens or even hundreds of cases.
Ling Ran nodded a little. From the scans on the wall, it was indeed a very standard cholecystectomy.
Zhang Anmin hummed a few times and said, "However, our department received a special patient today."
"Oh? What patient? "
"A huge benign liver tumor." Zhang Anmin raised an eyebrow.
"Has he been taken in already?" As expected, Ling Ran was interested.
Liver tumors were also within the scope of his hepatectomy. Under the situation where Ling Ran decided not to perform liver cancer surgery for the time being, a huge benign liver tumor could be said to be the best surgery he could perform.
Of course, if it was a benign tumor that was big enough, the difficulty would be higher than liver cancer surgery.
Zhang Anmin nodded slightly and said, "We did a CT scan, and it's about six inches in diameter. It's quite rare to see benign tumors in our hospital."
What he did not say was that Department Director He Yuanzheng was still considering whether to perform the surgery himself.
But Zhang Anmin could not care so much anymore. He was now a marginal figure in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery. Instead of thinking about He Yuanzheng's feelings, it was better to think about Ling Ran's feelings. At the very least, Ling Ran would bring him out to perform freelance surgeries.
"Let's perform this surgery first, and then go to the ward to take a look," Ling Ran said without hesitation.
"Are we going to take a look directly?" Zuo Cidian interrupted.
"What else?" Ling Ran had already started to disinfect the patient.
Zuo Cidian acted as the third assistant, and he just watched idly by the side. He paid attention to the other people in the operating theater and whispered, "Doctor Ling, it's not really in line with the rules to touch the patient directly."
"What rules?" Ling Ran asked again.
Zuo Cidian was stunned. Although he knew that Ling Ran was really asking about it, his words were still quite domineering.
"Why don't I go and communicate with him?" Zuo Cidian smiled, took two steps back, and took out his phone.
Ling Ran looked at the screen in a noncommittal manner and focused on performing his cholecystectomy.
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