The workload of performing the M-Tang technique on a patient with a cut on three fingers was greater than that of three patients with single-finger injuries.
If Ling Ran had a choice, he would naturally be more willing to perform the M-Tang technique on three patients with single-finger injuries.
Unfortunately, he did not have many choices.
Four M-Tang technique surgeries in a day basically wiped out all the patients with simple flexor tendon injuries around Yun Hua that day. Although there were millions of industries in this place, it could not be compared to Guangzhou or Dongguan. During the latter's heyday, a private Hand Surgery Hospital could perform more than ten finger replantation surgeries in one night. In fact, the existence of a private Hand Surgery Hospital was already very telling.
The factories with high operating rates, low costs, and good benefits could be seen by looking at the number of finger replantation surgeries performed in the local hospital at night.
When he considered the length of a single surgery, which might take four or five hours, Ling Ran drank an Energy Serum without hesitation.
The patient with the three-finger cut was only twenty-four years old. He only had his workmates with him. He did not even have a girlfriend. He would probably need to use his left hand for a long time. Ling Ran felt that he should suture him as well as possible.
Of course, surgeons were not gods. Suturing was only the foundation of healing. The rehabilitation after that was still important. Luck would also play an unpredictable role most of the time.
While he was at the peak of his condition after drinking the Energy Serum, Ling Ran first sutured the tendon of the index finger. Compared to the middle finger and ring finger, the function of the index finger was more valuable. If he could improve its function, he would do so.
Ling Ran had always been meticulous, and today was no exception. He did not relax just because it was the third surgery of the day, or because he had sutured three fingers in a row.
He sat on the chair and concentrated on suturing. He felt slightly more relaxed than standing. Lu Wenbin was the opposite.
During the surgery, the chief surgeon was the doctor who faced the best position on the operating table, especially when it came to operating under a microscope. The chief surgeon operated in a very narrow area, and he did not need to move his position.
In contrast, Lu Wenbin, who was the assistant, had to move constantly.
When Ling Ran tied the knot, he had to go to the left side when Ling Ran threw the thread to the right side. When Ling Ran threw the thread to the right side, he had to go to the right side. He also had to run back and forth while avoiding the chief surgeon for tasks such as spraying disinfectant and laying saline pads.
When everyone was standing and working, Lu Wenbin didn't feel tired even if he moved left and right. His current position was suitable for him to sit down and operate. When Lu Wenbin operated on the spot, he had to bend down.
Once or twice was fine, but after a few hours of surgery, Lu Wenbin felt like his back was about to break.
One hour.
Two hours.
When Ling Ran finished suturing three fingers, it was almost dinner time.
Ling Ran's Energy Serum was still in effect. He tossed the scissors aside and completed the final inspection. He then asked excitedly, "Has the next patient arrived?"
"We just got off the highway. It's rush hour, so there's a bit of a traffic jam. We might need another hour to get there." The nurse offstage went to make a phone call. As she spoke, she couldn't help but yawn.
Lu Wenbin looked at the yawn and immediately yawned even louder. He wanted nothing more than to fall to the ground and fall asleep.
"Go rest if you're too tired." Ling Ran looked at Lu Wenbin, who was staggering as he walked, and said, "With your current condition, you can't perform the next surgery."
Lu Wenbin chuckled in his heart. 'How can a normal person be energetic after performing surgeries for a whole day? It's normal that I can't perform the next surgery.'
"Then I'll go to the waiting room to sleep." Lu Wenbin paused for a moment and said, "After I clean up the operating theater."
"I'll help clean up the operating theater. You go to sleep. Set the alarm clock and come to … "Ling Ran looked at his watch and said," Come to the operating theater before eight o 'clock. "
"Okay." Lu Wenbin wanted to be polite, but he really couldn't be polite anymore. He dragged his stiff feet back to the first-string doctors' waiting room. He didn't even bother to clean his body and started snoring as soon as he laid down.
In the operating theater, Ling Ran was chased away by Nurse Niu before he could help.
Nurse Niu said in a critical tone, "You're so tired after performing so many surgeries in a day. Don't fight for these chores. Go and rest."
Then, she brought a houseman back from outside and quickly cleaned up the operating theater.
Ling Ran did not want to change, so he went to the waiting room next to the operating theater to rest.
Unlike the waiting room in the department, the waiting room next to the operating theater only had chairs and no beds. Ling Ran naturally took out his phone and opened a game …
"Aren't you sleepy?" Doctor Zhou, who was hiding in the corner, asked in surprise.
"Not sleepy." Ling Ran was not only not sleepy, he was also full of energy.
Doctor Zhou watched him raise his phone and look left and right. He could only say enviously, "It's good to be young. When I was young, I still had the strength to play basketball when I was on duty. Now, I can't …"
"Don't you sleep when you're on duty?" Ling Ran stared at his phone screen and was slightly puzzled.
"Sometimes … I have to get up often." Doctor Zhou chuckled and quickly turned on his phone.
The atmosphere in the waiting room became suitable for resting again.
7: 40 pm.
When the patient arrived, the first person to rush to the operating theater was the houseman, Ma Yanlin.
Ma Yanlin, who lived in a small town in the Post Office District, was young and had a sweet tongue. When he saw a nurse, he would call her sister. When he was free, he would give them salted fish, grilled fish, pickled fish, and fried fish. Soon, he became familiar with the people in the Emergency Department. The number of surgeries he performed was second only to Ling Ran.
He helped the circulating nurse verify the patient's name, gender, and bed number. He asked about the patient's allergy history, helped the nurse anesthetist pull the equipment and put on the catheter. When Ling Ran arrived, no one thought to call Lu Wenbin.
Ling Ran lowered his head to look at the patient. When he saw that everything was ready and that all the personnel were present, he said, "Let's start the surgery first. Give Lu Wenbin a call …"
"I called Doctor Lu. He's very sleepy." Ma Yanlin paused for a moment and said, "I'll take over first."
Ling Ran thought about it and agreed, so he did not ask any more questions. He nodded, extended his hand, and said, "Pen."
The scrub nurse immediately handed him a pen.
Ling Ran bent down and drew a line. The fourth patient was sent from the reservoir five hundred miles away. It was a long journey, but his condition was simple. He only tore the flexor tendon of one finger, so it was not difficult at all.
Ma Yanlin was happy and excited. He was like a soldier who was parachuting for the first time. He imagined the parachute jump countless times in his heart, but he could not suppress the urge to pee just by sitting on the plane.
"Scalpel," Ling Ran said in a low voice. He raised his head and looked at the monitor to make sure that all the data was normal.
Under the monitor, Su Jiafu sat upright on a round stool. His left foot stepped on another stool, and his right foot stepped on another stool.
Ling Ran used the Specialist Level Bow Holding Style to steadily and evenly draw an incision. His eyes were filled with confidence and a smile.
This was the tenth surgery he performed after he received the M-Tang technique training mission.
Although Basic Treasure Chests often opened Energy Serums, the M-Tang technique itself was a Single Skill Book opened from Basic Treasure Chests. If he calmly analyzed the probability, he could still obtain good things from Basic Treasure Chests.
Especially for Ling Ran, a simple surgical method might be more useful than general skills in basic medicine or clinical medicine.
"I'm coming, I'm coming …"
Thirty minutes after the surgery began, Lu Wenbin, who had emptied his stomach, changed his clothes, and washed his hands. Then, he quickly stepped open the airtight access door of the operating theater.
"It's almost done." Ling Ran did not raise his head. He was tying knots with one hand at lightning speed.
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