In the Hand Surgery Department or the Orthopedics Department, a light fist clenching was an indicator that part of the hand's function had recovered.
It was different from a normal person's fist clenching. A light fist clenching only required the fingers to touch the palm. The fingers had to be slightly bent, but not completely bent. Depending on the severity of the tendon injury, being able to lightly clench a fist within 24 hours to three weeks was considered an ideal outcome.
Most importantly, it signified that the patient's tendon had basically healed, and the risk of rupture was greatly reduced.
This way, he could start doing all kinds of active rehabilitation movements, and he could do them in a larger range.
Whether it was from a medical point of view, the patient's recovery point of view, or an economic point of view, it was better to do light fist clenching as soon as possible.
When Ling Ran arrived at the ward, Huo Congjun was already chatting and laughing with Chief Physician Wang Haiyang from the Hand Surgery Department.
The patients and their family members were also in a good mood.
The negative emotions brought about by the car accident gradually faded, and the recovery of his body became a happy thing.
Ma Wenhua was in his forties, and his body was still in good shape. He had also received high-level emergency treatment from Yun Hua Hospital, so there were basically no serious sequelae. It had to be said that the helicopter rescue had played a considerable role. The earlier the patient was treated, the easier it was for them to recover. This was especially true for hand functions.
Every year, 100,000 people in China died from traffic accidents, and 500,000 were injured. If free or cheap helicopter rescue could be widely promoted, it was estimated that … there was a high probability of financial collapse.
Huo Congjun and the others were most concerned about the recovery of their hands. The Emergency Department of Yun Hua Hospital had saved too many people. Almost every day, people were pulled back from the brink of death, but Ma Wenhua was the first patient who received the M-Tang technique.
For any department in any hospital, the first case of a new surgical method was very important.
The success of the first case proved that the surgery could be performed. This was the case for both doctors and hospitals.
When it came to surgeries, if a doctor could be the first in the country or in the province, it was a very meaningful thing, and it could bring real value to the doctor.
Wang Haiyang performed another functional assessment on the patient. He nodded at Department Director Huo and said, "The edema has basically subsided. He's recovering well."
The two of them had a tacit understanding before this. Since Wang Haiyang said this, it meant that he had really recovered well.
Huo Congjun's mood immediately soared. "Can I make it in time to be discharged?"
What he meant was that when the patient's other injuries met the discharge criteria, the patient's hand function also met the discharge criteria.
Wang Haiyang said, "According to the standards of our Hand Surgery Department, if the flexion limit is less than five degrees, the strength of the hand can reach 75% of the strength of the healthy side, and the ADL will pass. ADL can be understood as the ability to take care of oneself. Since Mr. Ma is not only injured in his hand, he also has to consider the recovery of other parts of his body. It may be slightly delayed, but overall, it is still relatively ideal. "
"Thank you, doctor."
"I'll be thankful if I can lead a normal life."
When the patient's family heard the good news, they were in a good mood.
Wang Haiyang smiled faintly. One of the reasons why he chose the Hand Surgery Department was that it gave him a greater sense of achievement. Regardless of whether it was limb replantation or tendon suturing, if the surgery was done well, it was done well. The results could be seen and felt.
Although Wang Haiyang was not the one who performed Ma Wenhua's surgery, it was still a joyful thing to see the patient recover from his mummified state.
Huo Congjun had even more reasons to be happy. He walked out of the ward and said with a smile, "Chief Physician Wang, let's take a look at the results of Ling Ran's surgery today."
"He just did it today. The time was too short, we can't see anything …" Even though Wang Haiyang said that, he still followed Huo Congjun to the ward next door and looked at the patient who had just finished his surgery.
The patient's family members who sat in the room expressed their gratitude again. This time, Wang Haiyang basically did not say anything.
Just like what he said just now, the surgery that had just ended could not be seen clearly whether it was good or bad.
Ling Ran put his hands in his pockets and followed behind Department Director Huo. He appeared purely as a doctor who accompanied Department Director Huo.
He had just received a Basic Treasure Chest from Ma Wenhua's family. Ma Wenhua had already given him two Basic Treasure Chests, and the other was a Peer's Praise.
Although they were all Energy Serums, Energy Serums were also good stuff.
"Pay more attention to the patient just now." Huo Congjun left the ward area and sent Wang Haiyang away before he reminded Ling Ran.
"Okay." Ling Ran quietly put away the light green reagent.
"You'll be responsible for the patients in Bed 1 and Bed 5 for the next two days. If they recover well the day after tomorrow, we'll do another case," Huo Congjun said the timetable he had designed.
Huo Congjun had deliberately lowered the frequency of performing a new M-Tang technique surgery after three days, but it also showed that he trusted Ling Ran quite a lot.
"Okay." Ling Ran's answer was still concise and comprehensive. He did not have the eagerness that Department Director Huo expected, nor did he have the worry that he did not want to see.
"How about this? Let's have dinner together tonight. Hospital Director Zhou might come too. Let's have a good chat. Come with me at seven o 'clock. "Huo Congjun did not give Ling Ran a chance to choose. There was no reason for him to be rejected when the department director and the associate hospital director invited him to dinner and chat.
Ling Ran thought about it and said, "What about the ward round at night?"
"Let the second assistant do it today." Huo Congjun thought about Lu Wenbin's name and said, "I'll tell Lu Wenbin. You just need to leave on time."
…..
At night.
Xie Yihe, the pharmaceutical sales representative, checked the layout of the private room and said, "Nowadays, it's easy to be talked about when we have company gatherings. So, when choosing a place, we can't be particular about the grandeur. We have to choose a small but beautiful restaurant like this. The taste must be good, and we have to pay attention to the details. "
Xie Yihe was thirty-two years old this year. She had just become the business manager of Changxi Medical Company in Yun Hua City. She had a tough personality and was famous for being meticulous. She tirelessly reminded Huang Maoshi, "Young Huang, you've won a modeling championship before, and your appearance can't be any better. But there's one thing you have to do. You have to smile. When you smile, your lines are soft, and you give people a good feeling."
"Sister Xie, I sell my skills, not my body." Huang Maoshi laughed. He was twenty-two years old this year, and he had won a few modeling championships. By chance, he met Xie Yihe, and he was dragged to Changxi Medical Company.
For him, there was not much difference between being a model and being a pharmaceutical sales representative. He only needed to rely on his face, and at most, show off his body a little, and he would be able to get good results. It seemed like a good idea to use it as a staging post for his career.
Xie Yihe glanced at Huang Maoshi and spat. "I wouldn't dare to sell my body even if you wanted to. Later, smile more and talk less. Remember."
"I'll remember."
"Associate Hospital Director Zhou has real power in Yun Hua Hospital. If you build a relationship with her, there will only be benefits. You're known as the Mistress Killer. Don't embarrass me. "Although Xie Yihe said that, she was actually very relieved.
Ever since she pulled Huang Maoshi into the team, she could not help but laugh when she saw the female leader of the hospital system again.
Huang Maoshi was not a particularly good-looking man, and his mannerisms were also ordinary. However, after leaving the runway and returning to real life, Huang Maoshi should be said to be the most handsome man Xie Yihe had ever seen.
Especially when he showed a warm smile and did not speak rashly, he was even more charming.
Xie Yihe used him as a trump card.
Huang Maoshi did not let her down. After a few appearances, he only needed to eat and drink tea, and he managed to get three contracts. He could be said to be a killer pharmaceutical sales representative.
* Bang bang. *
* Bang bang bang. *
The door of the private room was knocked on. It was the waiter who reminded them that the guests had arrived.
Xie Yihe quickly tidied herself up in front of the mirror and said to Huang Maoshi, "Remember, smile more and talk less."
Huang Maoshi nodded disapprovingly.
The door opened, and Associate Hospital Director Zhou came in first, followed by Department Director Huo, and then … Prince Charming?
Xie Yihe considered herself a person who had seen the world. Huang Maoshi was already the most handsome man she had ever seen. He had a good face, good facial features, a good body, and he looked especially good when he smiled. However, compared to the man in front of her, Huang Maoshi was nothing …
At this time, Xie Yihe really wanted to say, 'Handsome, do you want to be a pharmaceutical sales representative?'
After a very short moment of absent-mindedness, Xie Yihe suddenly came to her senses.
Who was she? She was a professional woman who wore Burberry and Cartier. So what if he was handsome? So what if he was a Prince Charming?
Xie Yihe showed a professional smile. "Department Director Huo, Associate Hospital Director Zhou, welcome. We meet again. Associate Hospital Director Zhou, you've lost weight …"
"You can't just greet us. This is Doctor Ling, the chief surgeon of the M-Tang technique project in Yun Hua Emergency Department." Associate Hospital Director Zhou was about the same age as Department Director Huo. She wore a local professional suit that imitated Chanel and looked very capable. At this time, she showed a motherly smile and introduced Ling Ran.
"Doctor Ling." Xie Yihe took the initiative to extend her hand. After shaking hands with Ling Ran, she introduced Huang Maoshi. "This is Huang Maoshi, the executive salesman of my company …"
Huang Maoshi stood in front of Associate Hospital Director Zhou and showed a confident smile.
"Let's sit down and talk." Associate Hospital Director Zhou's gaze swept past Huang Maoshi's face.
Huang Maoshi's expression froze for a moment. He quickly retreated to the other side of the round table and faced Associate Hospital Director Zhou again with a charming smile.
"Let Doctor Ling order first. Young people have a good appetite. We can just eat casually." Associate Hospital Director Zhou was very friendly.
Huang Maoshi used his ultimate move, the signature smile of a bright and cheerful big boy.
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