Ling Ran followed Lu Wenbin to train his strength for half an hour before he quickly left.
According to the setting of the gym, the strength area was originally only suitable for around ten people. Any more people would make it difficult for people to use their strength.
Ling Ran's side was not crowded, but the entire area was crowded, and it inevitably made him irritated.
On the other hand, wiping the barbells also made Ling Ran feel slightly uncomfortable.
"The gym doesn't really suit me." Ling Ran poured himself a glass of water and drank it in big gulps. He then said to Lu Wenbin, "There are too many people, and I sweat too much."
"I admit that I sweat a lot, but it's true that there are too many people … Sigh, what can I say?" Lu Wenbin looked at the women in the gym and was quite speechless. He had been to many gyms, and he had been to the hospital's gym many times. The current situation was really abnormal.
Girls often came to the gym, but at least they wore sneakers and sportswear.
The off-shoulder camisole in the gym … Well, it was also useful.
Lu Wenbin looked at the girls in the room, shook his head, and said, "This is too unprofessional. Forget it, take a shower and go back. Do you want a sauna? It can promote blood circulation. "
"I'll take a shower and continue with the surgery later." Ling Ran had never liked crowded environments.
Lu Wenbin quickly said, "Then I'll go back to sleep after I take a shower …"
He was really afraid that Ling Ran would drag him to stay up late for surgery.
Ling Ran was fine with it. He now had three resident doctors, one chief resident, and one attending physician. In terms of the size of the treatment group, it was considered to be more than enough.
In fact, there was no need to rush the junior doctors for daily surgeries.
It was only because participating in surgeries was the main way for junior doctors to learn that everyone was happy and in pain.
After a simple shower, Ling Ran changed his clothes, dried his hair, and walked out of the dressing room.
"Wow!"
"How can someone be so handsome!"
"Doctor Ling … just took a shower! Oh my god, I'm going to die … "
In the hall, a group of people sat in a circle and spontaneously formed a circle of spectators. They stared at Ling Ran as he walked out.
Some people took out their phones to take pictures, some people excitedly talked to their friends next to them to ease the awkwardness, and some people opened their mouths but could not say a word.
The most impressive ones were a few women and men with SLR cameras. They pressed down on the shutter and did not release it at all. Only clicking sounds could be heard, as if they were shooting at a slow speed.
A young man walked out from behind Ling Ran. When he saw the scene in front of him, he was so scared that his legs turned to jelly. He stumbled out of everyone's sight.
Of course, not many people actually cared about his existence.
Everyone looked at Ling Ran, who had just taken a shower and was steaming hot.
"After working out just now, I felt different from when I was in the operating theater."
"Maybe it's because it's hotter in the gym."
"Maybe it's male hormones. Wow, Doctor Ling's hormones are in the air. Just thinking about it makes me feel so handsome."
Ling Ran had always been indifferent to the onlookers from strangers.
After all, he was already used to it.
Ling Ran released a Cloud Nod (light), picked up his bag, and prepared to head to the operating theater.
When he walked out of the door, he heard a cry of surprise in front of him. "Doctor Ling!"
"Tian Qi." Ling Ran raised his head and saw Tian Qi waving at him along the corridor.
Tian Qi wore a long green dress, a white T-shirt, and a green jacket. She looked youthful and mischievous, which was very unique.
"Doctor Ling, did you go to the gym?" Tian Qi looked at Ling Ran with a faint smile.
"There are too many people," Ling Ran said.
"Just in time … then let's go and have some tea," Tian Qi said. "I asked someone to send a lot of spring water and all kinds of tea leaves."
"Okay." Ling Ran looked at the bag in his hand and wondered if he should put it back.
Tian Qi saw it at first glance and said with a smile, "Just put it in the car. We can drink tea in the car."
"Drink tea in the car?"
"I put a tea table in an RV, and the spring water is also in the car. This way, we can drink tea with the scenery. If you want the sea view, there will be the sea view. If you want the mountain view, there will be the mountain view."
…..
At night.
Ling Ran, who had drunk his fill, returned to the ward area and prepared to do ward rounds energetically.
There were fewer doctors doing ward rounds at night than in the morning. Ling Ran only went to see the patients who were going to do cholecystectomy the next day to increase the margin of error in the surgery as much as possible.
There were usually only a few junior doctors on duty in the professional consultation room at night. The fact that there were attending physicians on the frontline meant that the department was large.
The Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery only had a resident doctor and a houseman on duty. Both of them were busy writing medical records when someone knocked on their door.
"Doctor Ling is here," the nurse reminded him in a low voice.
"Now?" The resident doctor was confused.
"Doctor Ling is here to do a physical examination on the patients who are going to have cholecystectomy tomorrow. Hurry up," the nurse urged him.
"Let me take a look at the information." The resident doctor quickly opened the electronic medical record and read the medical history and other information of the patients who were going to have cholecystectomy before he rushed to the ward.
Ling Ran waited quietly at the door.
Without the patient's information and the doctor in charge, it was meaningless for him to do a physical examination on the patients alone. The efficiency was also too low.
When the resident doctor stumbled over, Ling Ran nodded, knocked on the door, and entered.
"Hello, ward round." Ling Ran said the standard content and then performed a physical examination on the patients in order.
The order of his physical examination was also standard. It was a Specialist Level physical examination, and it was more than enough for cholecystectomy-related examinations.
Ling Ran did not use any strange postures or positions. He just used a simple physical examination method and did it step by step. However, during the process of the physical examination, Ling Ran kept thinking in his mind.
He integrated the patient's physical and chemical indexes, judged the condition of the patient's liver and heart, and guessed the patient's body structure. No two leaves were the same, and no two people were the same.
From the organs to the blood vessels, everyone's internal organs were roughly the same, but they were very different.
Of course, it did not matter during normal times, but when it came to surgery, blood vessels could not be found in places where there should be blood vessels, and blood gushed out of places where there should not be blood vessels.
For cholecystectomy, the main difficulty was to identify the position of the cystic artery.
Or to put it more broadly, it was to identify the triangle of the gallbladder.
For cholecystectomy, most of the problems in the surgery would be solved if the triangle of the gallbladder was clearly identified, the common bile duct and cystic duct were identified, and the cystic artery was cut with titanium clips.
In this regard, Ling Ran, who had 170 abdominal anatomical dissections, had a great advantage.
And the preoperative physical examination was also to strengthen his advantage.
The resident doctor and houseman who followed him were a little baffled. They only saw Ling Ran do things mechanically, as if they were watching people carry bricks.
"That's it?" The houseman complained in a low voice, "Could it be that you can't sleep at night?"
The resident doctor shuddered and looked around. His somewhat muddled brain was activated, and he looked at the houseman with a murderous gaze. He said, "Do you think that the rotation is too easy, and you're making it more difficult for yourself?"
The houseman slowly turned his neck and saw two nurses behind him taking pictures of him.
"I …" The houseman's mouth was numb.
"It's okay." The young nurse who followed closely behind the houseman waved her hand and said, "You'll only be out if you strike out three times."
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