In the observation room of the Emergency Department, two patients moved their injured hands with great difficulty.
Lu Wenbin put his hands in the pockets of his large white coat. The buttons were unbuttoned, and he walked back and forth in the corridor three times. When he was about to walk for the fourth time, Wang Jia stopped him.
Wang Jia put on light makeup and cut her bangs, but she was still energetic. She called Lu Wenbin by his name and said, "Lu Wenbin, if you want to work out, go to the gym in the medical technology building."
"Who has the time to work out?" Lu Wenbin mumbled and asked, "How's the patient's recovery?"
"Which patient?"
"You know which patient I want to ask."
Wang Jia chuckled and said, "Doctor Ling is the chief surgeon of the surgery. How can he not recover well?"
"The second patient, Mister Tang, you have to pay special attention today. If the edema doesn't subside, you have to consider using medicine." Lu Wenbin used his pitifully little knowledge to give her advice. It could not even be considered a medical advice.
Wang Jia still agreed. There were unreliable resident doctors every year. Lu Wenbin was not the first, and he would not be the last.
As for the effectiveness of the medical advice, the nurses had a better idea in their hearts. After all, they were the ones who approached and observed the patients every day. The nurses could more or less know the current performance of the patients in the same department and whether they were normal or not.
Lu Wenbin also felt guilty. He walked a few steps and asked, "Is Doctor Ling on duty today?"
"Yes." Wang Jia could not help but smile.
"I'll be on duty today too. With two people watching, we can share some of the pressure," Lu Wenbin answered.
When he returned to the office, he also applied for a shift for the same reason.
At the desk not far away, the resident doctor, whose name was hard to remember because of his ordinary appearance, flashed a meaningful smile when he heard Lu Wenbin's words. In the blink of an eye, he was shrouded by a deep memory.
At night.
Ling Ran, Wang Zhuangyong, and Chen Wanhao ate in the cafeteria together. After strolling around for a while, he returned to the treatment room to await further orders.
In a hospital of the scale of Yun Hua Hospital, even the treatment room of the Emergency Department could learn quite a lot. Ling Ran had performed hundreds of debridement and suturing cases, and he could be considered to have sutured almost all the patients from head to toe. Occasionally, he encountered a patient with a torn tongue, and he found it very interesting.
The huge difference in the source of patients between large hospitals and small hospitals also caused the gap between the doctors of different hospitals to widen. If an attending physician in the Emergency Department who was in his thirties had always stayed in a small hospital, his first reaction when he saw a complicated injury would be to transfer the patient to another hospital. But in the Emergency Department of a big hospital, if an ordinary person wanted to create a wound that even attending physicians had never seen before, they would need to be very creative and very lucky.
One should never overestimate one's ability to court death. There were many people who were even more adept at courting death. It was only because they rarely left behind descendants that few people passed down their praises.
The doctors in the Emergency Department were the true witnesses of history.
Lu Wenbin went back and forth between the observation room and the treatment room.
The resident doctors were the actual leaders of the night shift. If there were no seriously injured patients, the attending physicians did not have to show up. Of course, whether or not there would be any seriously injured patients depended entirely on luck. Sometimes, it was also possible for an inexperienced resident doctor to stumble over a golf ball.
Lu Wenbin spent twenty minutes suturing a leg that was punctured by a broken beer bottle. He habitually looked to both sides, but he did not see Ling Ran. He could not help but furrow his eyebrows and ask a nurse who passed by, "Where did Doctor Ling go? I didn't see him just now. "
"Doctor Ling is reading in the on-call room." The nurse tilted her head and thought for a moment before she gave a clear answer.
"He's in the on-call room?" Lu Wenbin instinctively felt that something was wrong. "He's reading in the on-call room. How did you know?"
The young nurse smiled cutely and revealed her canine teeth. She said, "A patient gave us some fruits just now, and I gave some to Doctor Ling. He's reading, and he's very serious."
"Oh …" Lu Wenbin still felt that the atmosphere was a little strange. When he wanted to ask something else, another patient came to see him with his hand covered.
The young nurse slipped away with a whoosh. Lu Wenbin did not want to leave, so he asked, "What's wrong?"
The patient loosened the T-shirt that was wrapped around his palm and said with a grimace, "I picked up a broken beer bottle by the road, and I cut my hand when I threw it."
Lu Wenbin used the basic logic of a resident doctor and asked, "Why are you twenty minutes late?"
"I couldn't get a taxi … Huh, how did you know that I took a taxi for twenty minutes?" The patient thought to himself, 'Is this person a forensic doctor?'
Lu Wenbin took out a debridement and suturing pack and placed it beside his hand. He thought for a while and said, "Big data."
Twenty minutes passed, and then another twenty minutes passed.
Lu Wenbin felt like he was playing whack-a-mole.
Every time he thought he was about to clear the treatment room, new patients would come in.
The peak period for emergency patients was at eleven o 'clock. Five resident doctors from five treatment groups had to work together to clear the people in the treatment room.
Lu Wenbin finally breathed a sigh of relief. He took the opportunity to go to the observation area and see two patients who received the M-Tang technique before returning to the on-call room.
When he opened the door, the first thing he smelled was the fragrance of lavender.
Lu Wenbin sniffed suspiciously. Yes, it was definitely lavender, and he could not smell the slightest smell of sweat.
Before Lu Wenbin's thoughts could work, he saw Ling Ran, who was leaning against the headboard and reading.
Ling Ran's eyes were bright, and there was a faint smile on his lips. His facial features were as clear as a marble sculpture.
"You're back." Ling Ran raised his chin politely, as if he was talking to his roommates, and said, "There's fruit."
He did not know why, but he often received small gifts such as fruits and yogurt. If he could not refuse or return them, he would share them with his roommates.
Lu Wenbin's gaze fell on the bedside table. The clothes, charging cables, and toiletries that were usually placed there were all gone. At that moment, the table was filled with plates and bowls of various sizes. There was one grapefruit, four small cubes of peeled watermelon, one red pomelo, one small branch of seedless thin-skinned green grapes, eight lychees, four mangosteens, three green dates, a cup of blueberries, a small bottle of hawthorn juice, three slices of papaya, a small bowl of cherries, a small bag of translucent beef slices, a small box of mung bean cakes, and a small plate of apple, strawberry, and dragon fruit platter …
"Damn, even when we go to the grave, we don't have so many things." Lu Wenbin was really a little excited.
"I bought a box of Trensu and left it at the nurses' station. Since I've returned the favor, you can eat it without worry. " Ling Ran knew that he had to return the favor since he was young. However, he had always returned the favor in a group. Returning the favor alone would cause too much trouble, and it would also be inconvenient if there were too many of them.
Lu Wenbin cursed again and reached out to grab a handful of lychees. He said, "Why should I be embarrassed? I've been busy all night."
"There are a lot of patients?"
"Of course. Don't the nurses call you when they come to deliver fruits?" Lu Wenbin suddenly understood something. He spat and said, "What am I thinking? Of course, the nurses won't call you to do any work."
Lu Wenbin was full of complaints. "When they have fruits, they think of you. When there are patients, they call me. If it were other interns who don't know how to do work, it would be fine. But you suture fast, and they don't call you … "
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard someone knocking on the waiting room door.
A young nurse could be heard shouting excitedly, "Doctor Ling, are you asleep? The patient with ruptured penis is here. "
The interrupted vertical mattress suture technique that Ling Ran obtained previously did not work. Now that he finally met the patient he wanted, he immediately said, "Okay, I'll be right there."
Ling Ran got up, put on his shoes, and put on his large white coat. He seemed to have remembered something and said to Lu Wenbin, "Look, they also call me when they do work."
Lu Wenbin said in a daze, "I just want to have a good mouth … Can't I?"
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