"Doctor Ma, why isn't Doctor Ling here?" Sister Zhang, who was in her early forties, sat firmly on the lounge chair beside her son's bed, and there was a hint of complaint in her tone.
Ma Yanlin, who was taking the blood pressure of the national footballer, Li Tianhong, smiled and said, "Didn't Doctor Ling come for a ward round yesterday?"
"He came yesterday, so he's not coming today?"
Ma Yanlin forced a warm smile and said, "Today is the fifth day of the surgery, and the patient's condition has stabilized. There will be no problem if he goes through rehabilitation on time and does some checkups."
"I don't trust what you said, I want to hear from Doctor Ling." Sister Zhang's attitude was more firm, and her tone was more stiff.
Since her cute son, Li Tianhong, became a professional footballer, Sister Zhang felt that she was rarely neglected. Even when she went to the hospital, she was also treated as a VIP.
Treatment.
The treatment she received this time was naturally VIP. Sister Zhang was quite satisfied with the VIP patient building, and the effect of the surgery seemed to be very good. However, as the uneasiness during the surgery disappeared, Sister Zhang began to worry about the importance of the doctor.
The surgery was performed by Doctor Ling, and Ling Ran was the most famous in the Achilles tendon repair technique. Sister Zhang naturally hoped that Ling Ran would be the one to do the ward round.
Of course, she also knew that a doctor like Ling Ran must be very busy, just like how her son was busy every day after he became a national footballer.
However, from another point of view, if a busy doctor like Ling Ran frequently came to the ward for ward rounds, would it not show how much importance he attached to the patient? It was like asking a person who could not drink to drink to drink, as it seemed more dignified.
Ma Yanlin, who was still a houseman, was in an extremely difficult situation.
Truth be told, there were quite a number of family members of patients like Big Sister Zhang. Experienced doctors had their own ways to deal with them. However, Ma Yanlin was just a small houseman.
He was a little more valuable than an intern, but he had less experience than a resident doctor. Considering that resident doctors basically had nothing to do with experience, the experience of a houseman was even more of a joke.
Ma Yanlin could only smile foolishly and said hesitantly, "Today's condition is about the same as yesterday, didn't Doctor Ling say there was no problem yesterday …"
"It's useless for you to say that his condition is almost the same. You have to ask Doctor Ling to say it." Sister Zhang furrowed her eyebrows and said, "Young man, we came to Yun Hua Hospital to seek treatment from Doctor Ling. Now, Doctor Ling isn't even here, and he even wants us to listen to a young doctor. I don't mean to offend you, but I just feel indignant."
Ma Yanlin thought to himself, I'm still not convinced.
However, Li Tianhong, who was staying in the VIP patient building, was a patient that the hospital leaders valued. No matter how indignant Ma Yanlin was, he could only endure it …
Li Tianhong opened his eyes and said, "Mom, it's best if you're fine in the hospital. If you're surrounded by a bunch of doctors, do you think it's a good thing or a bad thing?"
"Bah, bah, bah …" Sister Zhang shook her head repeatedly and said, "What are you talking about? You're getting better every day. I'm not worried about you. You still have to play football in the future. Logically speaking, there should be someone to guide you during your rehabilitation every day."
"Isn't there a specialist in the rehabilitation room?"
"Can the doctors in the rehabilitation room compare to Doctor Ling? We've all heard of Doctor Ling's reputation. The doctors in the rehabilitation room … "
Li Tianhong could not help but laugh. "Every profession has its own specialization. You can't ask a table tennis player to play football, can you?"
"Why not? Maybe their results are better." Sister Zhang said it smoothly. After she finished complaining, she quickly tried to salvage the situation. "You're not included, son. You're different from the other national football players …"
"My Achilles tendon is shorter than normal people." Li Tianhong said angrily, "Besides, there are only a few people in the table tennis team. They're thin and small. If you want to compare them, you should at least compare them with … the track and field team."
Sister Zhang thought about it. "You're right. You can't control the ball anyway."
Li Tianhong's face darkened. "Mom, it's only appropriate for me to say this. You sound like you're scolding me."
"Will you?"
"Yes," Li Tianhong said with certainty.
Ma Yanlin lowered his head. He wanted to laugh, but he did not dare to. He quietly walked out of the ward.
"Doctor Ma, please wait a little longer. Something might happen later, and we might need you to explain." As Sister Zhang spoke, she raised her head, took out an iPad, and made a video call.
Ma Yanlin looked at Li Tianhong in a daze, but the latter pretended not to see it.
If the sky wanted to rain, the mother wanted to be a man. What else could he do?
After a while, the video call was connected, and Sister Zhang greeted him enthusiastically. "Doctor Meng, I'll have to take up a few minutes of your time."
"It's okay. Go ahead." Doctor Meng's voice was calm, and he sounded very confident.
"Doctor Meng, Tianhong's right thumb is a little painful today. Can you take a look?" As Sister Zhang spoke, she pointed the camera at Li Tianhong's foot. Her movements were so practiced that it was obviously not the first time she did this.
Ma Yanlin felt angry and amused as he watched from the side.
He was in Yun Hua Hospital, but he looked for another doctor to diagnose him remotely. Of course, he was amused and angry! If it were a doctor in a Japanese drama, he would have said, "Please go back now."
However, the national conditions were different. The United States was a beacon of humanity, and doctors with an annual salary of millions were even allowed to look for a second doctor.
After all, Ma Yanlin was not confident, so he could only watch from the side.
Sister Zhang was a little proud. She deliberately showed it to Ma Yanlin. She wanted to let a junior doctor know about this first so that she could be careful. Sister Zhang did not know how to treat a patient, but she had learned a lot of tricks that were similar to palace fights. She could just casually jump into the room. Even if it was not one of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, it would not be a problem.
"It's not a problem if it's just a slight pain. It might be a long nerve or something." Doctor Meng spoke very simply through the iPad, and Sister Zhang immediately understood.
"It's good that there's no problem …"
"Why didn't you let a doctor from Yun Hua Hospital take a look? I heard that the VIP patient service in Yun Hua Hospital is quite good. "Doctor Meng's tone was already a little provocative through the iPad.
Sister Zhang liked this kind of competitive atmosphere. She looked at Ma Yanlin proudly and complained, "Doctor Meng, you don't know, but Yun Hua Hospital's attitude is very firm. They treat us like a state-owned enterprise. Eastern Science Hospital is still the best. Your medical skills are good, and your attitude is good. "
"Mom." Li Tianhong quickly interrupted his mother's complaints and said, "As long as Yun Hua Hospital treats him well, it's fine. Don't talk about the small details."
"Can postoperative recovery be a small detail?" His mother's tough voice instantly rose.
Ma Yanlin had no choice but to speak up. "Our postoperative rehabilitation also has a standard procedure."
"Mister Li Tianhong is a national footballer. I'm afraid it's not appropriate to use Yun Hua Hospital's standard procedure," Doctor Meng said in a probing tone.
When Li Tianhong's mother heard this, she was immediately reminded of something. She said angrily, "If we want to use standard procedures, why would we look for Doctor Ling? It's standard procedure in other hospitals. "
In terms of physiology, athletes and ordinary people were indeed two different types.
Ma Yanlin said something wrong, and he was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead. "I didn't mean that. Our postoperative recovery also meets the patient's needs …"
"Do you use early active weight bearing or late active weight bearing?" Doctor Meng's voice was cold through the iPad.
Ma Yanlin's mind was tense. At this moment, when he heard the medical question, he suddenly realized something. "You're Meng Shan from Eastern Science Hospital."
"You know me?" Meng Shan was amused.
"I've read your research paper." Ma Yanlin's voice became deeper.
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