The geographical location of the Second Affiliated Hospital of Beijing Medical University was similar to that of Yun Hua Hospital. Both of them were large hospitals in the bustling city. The surrounding area was bustling with businesses and residences. There were also many small merchants and hawkers.
Ling Ran sat in a small alley not far away from the hospital and ate tofu pudding with two deep-fried dough sticks and a plate of pickled vegetables. He was enjoying himself.
Compared to the local snacks in Beijing, national foods like youtiao and tofu pudding were made very well. The taste was quite outstanding from any small shop.
Of course, there were quite a lot of customers in the restaurant. Even at 5 am, there were still 30% to 40% of the seats occupied. One couldn't help but admire the large population in Beijing.
Ling Ran casually used Master Level Physical Examination to perform visual examinations on the customers around him, and he saw the typical facial features of a patient suffering from alcohol poisoning. The patient's face was flushed, his skin was thickened and oily, his capillaries dilated, his conjunctiva hyperplasia, and his nose was rosacea.
Boom.
Thunder exploded in the sky, and the people in the shop panicked.
A few customers who had finished their food or were about to finish their food quickly stood up and wanted to run out while paying the bill.
Those who hadn't finished eating looked at their food with hesitation. There were also those who took out their phones to call for a taxi. Naturally, there was no result …
Ling Ran continued to eat his tofu pudding calmly. After performing emergency surgeries for a whole night last night, he had finally pushed forward with his mission. However, his hunger could not be replenished by Energy Serums. If he did not eat his fill, he was worried that he would not be able to complete the surgery today.
Hypoglycemia would cause his hands to tremble.
"Boss, give me another bowl of soy milk and a fried dough stick." Ling Ran finished the remaining tofu pudding in the bowl and pushed the bowl away. While waiting for the soybean milk, he ate the peanuts in boredom.
"Um … I don't think you brought an umbrella." A young white-collar lady mustered up her courage and sat in front of Ling Ran.
Ling Ran nodded. "Yes."
"I brought an umbrella. We can go together later. Where are you going?" The little girl, who looked at most 22 or 23 years old, secretly clapped her hands for the rain today.
Ling Ran smiled. "I'll go to the hospital later. You don't have to trouble yourself. Someone will send an umbrella over."
"Not at all, not at all." The little girl shook her head repeatedly.
Ling Ran glanced at her umbrella and rejected it. "Your umbrella is too small. It's not big enough for two people. I can't get wet in the rain."
"Can't stand in the rain? Can't you get wet at all? Why? "Countless Korean dramas began to appear in the young girl's mind.
Ling Ran said, "I'm going to have surgery soon."
Getting wet in the rain would increase the probability of him catching a cold, and it would also make his body cold, which would affect his performance. In short, Ling Ran would not take such a risk.
Tears almost appeared in the young girl's eyes. Without thinking, she blurted out, "I'll wait for you. It doesn't matter what kind of surgery you do."
For a moment, the young lady's heart was about to bloom with romance.
"The king sent me to patrol the mountains …"
Ling Ran's phone rang. When he answered the call, Zuo Cidian's voice was heard. "Doctor Ling, it's raining outside. I'll come over to pick you up …"
"We're here to pick you up!" A young nurse's voice rang out from Zuo Cidian's phone, and she laughed boldly.
"Okay," Ling Ran answered and hung up.
The little girl opposite him widened her eyes and asked, "Is someone coming to pick you up?"
"Yes." Ling Ran stuffed the youtiao into the soybean milk and ate it noisily.
Generally speaking, if ordinary people used this method of eating, their image would definitely be damaged.
But for Ling Ran, it only made him look more carefree.
The young lady looked at Ling Ran, and there were two vile people fighting in her heart.
"He's sick. He's definitely at his weakest. Let's take advantage of him while he's sick."
"Okay, okay!"
* Boom. *
The rain outside the window became heavier. The rainwater that gathered together rushed into a small river at the edge of the road.
Ling Ran stood at the entrance of the small shop and looked at the whistling wind on the roads of Beijing. He was in a good mood.
The tofu pudding was quite delicious, the youtiao was not bad, and the soybean milk was not bad. The air after the rain was especially good, and the dry air was improved. At four in the morning in Beijing, there were fewer cars on the roads, and the atmosphere became more livable.
Two young nurses ran over from the inpatient building. One of them held a big umbrella in her hand, and the other held a big umbrella. They were so happy that they almost jumped up and down.
"Doctor Ling, we heard that you don't like folding umbrellas, so we took these straight ones." The young nurse took out an umbrella that looked like Huang Feihong. It could be used as a crutch and a weapon, and she seemed to be asking for credit.
"Thank you." Ling Ran took the umbrella and shook it. He raised it in satisfaction and opened it easily. His movements were very elegant.
The two young nurses were intoxicated when they saw this.
The romantic young girl was jealous when she saw this.
"Let's go to the hospital." Ling Ran nodded behind him again. He then held the umbrella and walked slowly to the hospital.
The two young nurses followed closely behind him.
In the snack bar, the young men who did not bring umbrellas and no one was willing to lend umbrellas to them felt cold and miserable …
A young man gathered his courage and walked to the romantic young girl. He whispered, "Hello, I just heard you say that you're willing …"
"You eavesdropped on my conversation? How can you eavesdrop on others? "The young girl exuded anger, and her twenty-two years of resentment made people feel cold.
* Boom. *
The thunder in the sky sounded louder than the previous one.
Ling Ran observed his surroundings with great interest.
When he first came to the Second Hospital of Beijing Medical University, he did not like his surroundings. At that time, he came in the afternoon. His surroundings were crowded with people, family members, and patients. It was a bustling mess, but it was not as lovely as it was at night.
Ling Ran could not help but sigh. Energy Serums were really good. He could avoid the most congested afternoon and enjoy the quiet midnight. When he thought of this, Ling Ran could not help but take out a bottle of Energy Serum and drink it.
"Let's go for the surgery." Ling Ran put away his umbrella, turned around, and entered the inpatient building.
Fifteen minutes later, Ling Ran saw Chief Physician Xu Jinyi lying on the operating table.
"Is the blood ready?" Ling Ran knew that Zuo Cidian and Zhang Anmin would do the preliminary examination, but he still had to verify the most important part.
"The Second Hospital of Beijing Medical University prepared two thousand ounces of blood, and we can use three thousand ounces at any time." When Zhang Anmin answered, his expression was a little twisted.
Although Ling Ran had operated on a patient who lost five thousand ounces of blood during emergency hepatectomy, the patient had bled all the way. Nowadays, it was not easy for a patient to lose five thousand ounces of blood in the hospital.
Of course, it was not impossible. The patient with portal hypertension that Feng Zhixiang encountered that day could be considered a bleeding maniac.
"The Second Hospital of Beijing Medical University also suggested that they could send two associate chief physicians as assistants." Zuo Cidian deliberately mentioned this.
"Any attending physicians who are willing to operate the retractor can come." Ling Ran often went for freelance surgeries, and ordering other attending physicians around was like ordering a dog. He did not think that attending physicians from tertiary Grade A hospitals in Beijing were that special.
After a while, under the gaze of the department director of the General Surgery Department of the Second Hospital of Beijing Medical University, an attending physician came in obediently.
"Zhang Anmin will be the first assistant, and Zuo Cidian will be the third assistant." Ling Ran casually assigned the positions. He asked the attending physician from the Second Hospital of Beijing Medical University to come in to avoid encountering unfamiliar equipment or strange equipment from the Second Hospital of Beijing Medical University. This was almost inevitable.
"Done." Ling Ran nodded at the anesthetist, indicating that he could start anesthetizing the patient.
"Department Director Xu, hang in there."
"Department Director Xu, you can do it."
"Department Director Xu, we'll be waiting for you to come back." There was a commotion inside and outside the operating theater.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
