Lu Wenbin was considered one of the department hunks in the Emergency Department since he was hired.
He had a good figure. He was 1.8 meters tall when wearing shoes. After years of training, although he did not manage to slim down his abs, his pectoral muscles were so thick that the hemostatic forceps could not clamp onto the aorta. His gluteal muscles were so hard that they could snap the needle used for injections.
Other than rough and hairy skin, questionable symmetry of his face, low nose bridge, wide eyes, and a receding hairline, he only had a few shortcomings: slightly bent legs, smelly feet, prominent ears, short neck, thick lips, flat chin, soft personality, low salary, no car, no house, and no household registration.
No matter what, according to the standards of the Emergency Department, anyone under the age of thirty-five who could not pass the disability assessment and had any good points was considered a department hunk. Everyone also tried their best to take care of him. When the attending physicians were lazy, they often ordered Lu Wenbin's work.
Lu Wenbin was also full of enthusiasm. He would operate the retractor for two to three hours in the operating theater.
During surgeries, the scalpel would cut a line through the skin. A special flat hook would be used to pull the muscle to one side or both sides to expose the field of vision.
Operating the retractor could be said to be a very tiring physical work. Since muscles were active, they would retract to the middle. Resident doctors or interns who operated the retractor often developed strong arms during their long career in the operating theater.
Lu Wenbin's fitness results were not only acknowledged in the operating theater. When he appeared in the resuscitation room or treatment room, doctors and nurses also often ordered his work.
For Lu Wenbin, drifting in the department like a blade of grass was the fate of a young department hunk. He was most happy that the torturous housemanship was finally over. He no longer had to wander between different departments. He could finally be like a normal department hunk, rooted in the department, and grow under the glory of chief residents, attending physicians, associate chief physicians, and chief physicians.
Lu Wenbin took a deep breath and carefully distinguished the different scents of iodophor and 84. The sun shone on his face, and every hair on his body could be seen clearly.
"Lu Wenbin." Department Director Huo waved.
Lu Wenbin was as happy as an elk running to Santa Claus. "Department director."
"From today onwards, you will learn the M-Tang technique from Ling Ran. Learn as much as you can." After Huo Congjun finished speaking, he turned around and left, not giving Lu Wenbin any time to react.
By the time Lu Wenbin snapped out of his daze, his direct superior, Department Associate Director Du, was already standing in front of him. He said with a smile, "Young Lu, congratulations. The M-Tang technique is a major project in our Emergency Department. Even if it's within the scope of the province, it's still considered as a high-end project. You were chosen by Department Director Huo this time. It's a challenge and a stroke of luck. You must maintain a good attitude, work hard, and obtain the true scripture. "
Lu Wenbin's eyes were blank. He said in disbelief, "Director, I have to be an intern's assistant?"
"The chief surgeon is Department Director Huo. Ling Ran is only the first assistant, and you're the second assistant," Associate Chief Physician Du corrected Lu Wenbin.
"But … but this is too strange."
"What's so strange about that? Nowadays, there is a saying that heroes are not judged by their diplomas. What's wrong? He is an intern, and you are a resident, so you have to be the first assistant? Ling Ran is the second assistant? "Department Associate Director Du really wanted to say that Marshal Tian Peng was the second senior. However, to avoid agitating Lu Wenbin too much, Department Associate Director Du held back his urge. He decided to keep this secret until the game of cards at night.
Lu Wenbin said in a daze, "I don't care about being the first assistant or the second assistant, but …"
"Then it's fine." Department Associate Director Du patted Lu Wenbin's shoulder and said, "Don't feel burdened. You're still young, and it's the stage where you're learning skills. Think about it this way. If you can learn the M-Tang technique, you won't have to worry about being promoted to an attending physician. This is a good opportunity that other doctors can't even get. "
Lu Wenbin said in a low voice, "Then give it to another doctor."
Department Associate Director Du coughed a few times and said, "Department Director Huo has taken a fancy to you. I can't do anything about it. Let's leave it at that for now."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and disappeared.
Lu Wenbin had no one to turn to and no one to complain to …
Wherever he went now, the resident doctors would avoid him as if they had seen the plague.
As for the attending physicians, Lu Wenbin did not dare to cause trouble for them.
"Lu Wenbin, I'm looking for you." Nurse Wang Jia rushed over and grabbed Lu Wenbin. She asked, "You're not in the office, nor are you in the operating theater. Where did you go?"
"I … I don't know either," Lu Wenbin said timidly and quickly asked, "Do you know where Department Director Huo is?"
"Department Director Huo went to contact the source of the patient."
"The source of the patient?"
"Yes, there's a patient with ruptured flexor tendon of the thumb in Lan Tai County. He was originally planning to amputate his thumb, but when the department director heard about it, he contacted the patient and asked him to come to our Emergency Department for the M-Tang technique. He's trying to persuade him now." Wang Jia answered Lu Wenbin's question and said, "Doctor Ling is in the old storeroom. He told me to ask you to practice when I see you."
"Wait … Wait, you're talking too fast. Why is Department Director Huo trying to persuade him?" Lu Wenbin felt a little dizzy.
Wang Jia pursed her lips and said in her heart, "Newbie." She then said, "The patient chose the amputation surgery mainly because of financial considerations. The cost of the amputation surgery in the local tertiary B hospital is about 3,000 RMB. If the M-Tang technique is used to suture the tendon, the cost will be about 6,000 RMB. Department Director Huo offered to reduce the cost by half, hoping that the patient will come over and receive the M-Tang technique surgery. "
"Amputation to save money?" Lu Wenbin, a young doctor who had just finished his housemanship, was shocked. He thought about it and said, "Since Department Director Huo reduced the cost, shouldn't the patient come over quickly? Why does he still need to persuade him? "
"Medical expenses are not the same as the surgery." Wang Jia had been a nurse for a few years, and she had seen more patients than Lu Wenbin. She simply said, "The patient will have to pay almost 1,000 RMB to rent a car from Lan Tai County to Yun Hua, and the cost of seeing a doctor in a different place will be higher. Besides, the patient can be discharged from the hospital soon after the amputation, and the recovery time for tendon sutures is longer. The patient doesn't have medical insurance, and he doesn't have a fixed job either. His expenses will increase, and his income will decrease. That's why Department Director Huo wants to talk to him. "
Lu Wenbin had a lot of questions, but he could not ask them.
"Hurry up, Doctor Ling is waiting for you," Wang Jia urged.
Lu Wenbin had no choice but to follow her to the old storeroom.
The old storeroom was the place where the Inpatient Department stored their supplies. Now, they stored some crude old goods that were not often moved. Lu Wenbin had been in the Emergency Department for a few years, and he had only moved things here twice.
When they arrived and pushed the door open, the first thing that entered Lu Wenbin's eyes was a row of pig trotters.
The white pig trotters were hung high under the lampshade, and Ling Ran sat in the middle. Together with the old and gray atmosphere of the storeroom, it looked like some kind of strange ceremony.
"Doctor Ling, we're here," Wang Jia shouted to dispel the strange thoughts that rose in her mind.
Lu Wenbin's face was slightly pale, and he asked, "Pig trotters are also from the storeroom?"
"I bought them." Ling Ran raised his head to look at Lu Wenbin and said, "Doctor Lu, I'm going to use the pig's hind flexor tendon as the experimental material. Let's work together and try it out first?"
He wanted Lu Wenbin to try it out. Otherwise, bringing an assistant who did not know the M-Tang technique at all would make things difficult for himself.
Lu Wenbin could not help but hesitate a little.
"I've cut the deep tendon horizontally at the metatarsophalangeal joint." Ling Ran held the scalpel and pointed at the pig trotter in front of him. He said, "It's basically equivalent to the Zone II flexor tendon injury of the metacarsophalangeal joint. I'll suture one set for you to see."
Ling Ran did not ask for Lu Wenbin's opinion. He only explained the previous preparations to him.
Then, Ling Ran put down the scalpel and picked up the needle holder.
"Department Director Huo, what if you can't persuade the patient?" Lu Wenbin suddenly asked.
Ling Ran's movements did not change at all. He only said, "Since we've started looking for patients, there's nothing we can't find. We just have to wait patiently."
As he spoke, the needle in his hand had already penetrated the pig's hind flexor tendon.
One stitch after another …
Ling Ran only did not speak, but he slightly adjusted the direction of the surgery to the side of Lu Wenbin's door.
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