The patient with a ruptured cyst was discharged after lying in the observation room for only one day.
Even when he left, he seemed to be in a daze. But for the doctors, other than the location of the wound being interesting, the wound itself was nothing special.
"He recovered quite quickly." Zheng Pei signed the discharge form as the chief surgeon. He touched the mustache on his chin and said to Ling Ran with a smile, "The suture is really good. Have you done it before?"
This was a question that many people were curious about. Ling Ran's answer was getting simpler. "My family's clinic."
Zheng Pei had heard of Lower Groove Clinic before. He nodded and said, "It's a family tradition. But do you have so many patients with ruptured cysts in Lower Groove?"
Ling Ran said, "We often suture the stomachs of the elderly using the vertical mattress suture technique."
"Your clinic also performs surgeries?" The doctor's first impression when he heard about suturing stomachs was naturally that it was suturing after laparotomy.
Ling Ran was too lazy to beat around the bush, so he said, "It accumulates over time."
Zheng Pei was just asking casually. When he noticed Ling Ran's attitude, he smiled and stopped talking. He turned to tease the young nurse beside him and said, "Do you know what the patient with a ruptured cyst asked me just now?"
The young nurse who was sorting out the patient's case blinked and asked, "What did he ask?"
Zheng Pei loved to talk dirty to young nurses who had just started working. He chuckled and said, "He asked if his penis could still be used in the future. I said that the probability of it being used now is very high. As long as it's not stimulated for the time being, it'll be fine. You can just put it in your vagina. Then, the patient immediately asked someone to book a hotel for him. He said that his girlfriend is too beautiful and young, and he wants to … "
When Zheng Pei said this, his voice suddenly became softer. "He's already in his thirties, and he's either skateboarding or in a band all day long. His girlfriend is young and beautiful, and he can book a hotel whenever he wants. What's wrong with this world?"
The young nurse ran away on her tiptoes.
Ling Ran went to see a few patients who had their wounds debrided.
Attending physicians could understand the patient's condition through resident doctors and nurses, but Ling Ran did not have this kind of convenience. He had to make ward rounds two or even three times a day, and that was not a lot of free time, but it was still more comfortable for him than the resident doctors who were in charge of the beds.
For junior doctors, being in charge of beds was like having synovitis on their knees. When they stayed still, they would not feel burdened, but once they wanted to move, their knees would constantly remind them that it was impossible for them to take a vacation, because there were patients who would be discharged today, and patients who would be admitted tomorrow. If they left, they would be cut off. It was impossible to stay at home during the weekend. Even if there were no sudden symptoms, he had to visit the patients who were intoxicated with gastrodia elata and change the doctor's order for the patients who were admitted two days ago. How long he could stay at home depended purely on his luck. It was impossible to sleep in. Morning ward rounds were a must. Otherwise, when the senior doctor came, he would be scolded badly.
Resident doctors like Lu Wenbin had it the worst. They did not know how to do their work, and they could not learn even if they wanted to. They felt that they were improving, but they realized that there were more and more things that they did not know …
Lu Wenbin could not understand the two patients who used the M-Tang technique.
He had read a lot of information. There were patients who entered the second stage after three to five days, but most of them only reached this standard after three to four weeks.
Both patients recovered very well. Although it was a good thing, it still made Lu Wenbin feel a little guilty.
"The edema has basically subsided, but there are a few more scars. Let's see the patient's mobility …" Ling Ran's voice rang, and Lu Wenbin, who had his back to the door, snapped out of his daze.
Lu Wenbin immediately walked over and greeted Ling Ran. He then quietly watched Ling Ran examine the patient.
To be honest, Ling Ran's examination technique was completely lackluster. Even from an outsider's point of view, he could feel the difference between him and Wang Haiyang's examination technique.
However, at the end of the day, an examination was just an examination. The main point was to look at the patient's condition. This was a job that medical interns were often assigned to do, and it was far less important than performing an operation.
When he thought of this, Lu Wenbin could not help but recall the scene of Ling Ran performing an operation that day.
'What a rookie!'
Lu Wenbin could not understand why Ling Ran, who was so good at suturing, was a rookie who could not even compare to a resident doctor when it came to making an incision.
Perhaps this was the flaw of a genius.
"If there's nothing else, I'll go back first." After Ling Ran completed his ward round, there was nothing else he needed to do.
Lu Wenbin was stunned. "You're going back now? Don't you want to practice more? "
He was still thinking about Ling Ran's incision technique.
"There's a surgery tomorrow. I have to rest well." Ling Ran was talking about the third M-Tang technique surgery tomorrow. Even though he had the Master Level M-Tang Technique, Ling Ran did not let his guard down because of this.
When he was studying, whenever he had an exam the next day, he would review the knowledge according to the syllabus. He would also check everything from pencils to pens, from rulers to draft papers, and even his admission ticket. It was the same for major exams and general exams.
It was never within Ling Ran's consideration to take the test casually and easily.
For Ling Ran, surgery was an exam.
Lu Wenbin watched Ling Ran leave, but he secretly shook his head and thought, 'He's still too arrogant. If he has the time, he should practice a few more incisions so that he won't look so bad when he goes for surgery tomorrow.' This time, it was a middle-aged man who did not care about the scar on his hand. What would he do if he met someone who liked to look good next time?
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