"Doctor Ling, you're here." Lu Wenbin arrived at the hospital half an hour earlier because he wanted to show Ling Ran his diligence.
Regardless of the age of a doctor, whether they were ugly, handsome, or average, they all liked doctors who were diligent and eager to learn.
Skills were related to talent, but they were also forged through hard work.
Doctors understood this principle, and the more skilled they were, the more they understood it.
Lu Wenbin felt that he might not be able to make Ling Ran look at him in a different light when it came to talent, but he could still make a breakthrough through hard work.
Lu Wenbin had a strong body. He got off work at nine o 'clock at night and still had to go to the gym in the medical technology building to train for forty minutes. He straightened his body, which was six feet and thirty-eight inches wide, and held the office door horizontally, almost blocking it.
With a simple smile, he said, "Doctor Ling, I'm just ready for the ward round. Shall we go now?"
"I've already checked." Ling Ran yawned gently. He woke up at four in the morning, and it had been almost four hours since then. He did not drink any Energy Serum, so he was indeed a little sleepy.
Lu Wenbin was stunned and asked in a low voice, "Did you go for ward round in advance?"
"I didn't come yesterday, so I came two hours earlier today," Ling Ran said calmly.
"Two hours." It was like a bomb that rang in Lu Wenbin's ears.
"You came at five in the morning?" Lu Wenbin could not even speak properly.
Ling Ran nodded. "Around four in the morning."
Lu Wenbin could not help but stare blankly, and a deep sense of anxiety rose in his heart.
'What if someone is more talented than you?
What if he's more diligent than you?
What if he's more handsome than you?
What should I do?
What should I do?! '
Ling Ran handed the medical records after the ward round to Lu Wenbin and said, "Categorize them."
Lu Wenbin did not react for a moment. Ma Yanlin, the houseman, came out from behind Lu Wenbin and said, "Let me do it." He reached out to take the medical records and put them in the cabinet in the office.
In the doctor's office of the hospital, there were grid-like cabinets all over the place. There were all kinds of documents and receipts in them, such as "informed consent forms", "notice of critical illness", "discharge instructions", and so on. The patient's medical records and ward round records were also included in the cabinets. Usually, there would be spot checks by the department director and the archives room. When it was time for the hospital's rating, the entire hospital would conduct a self-examination, and it would often take half a year to rewrite the documents that had not been written or had not been written properly.
The process was no different from primary school students copying texts, teachers copying lesson plans, and Party members copying ideological reports.
Lu Wenbin had arrived earlier, but he was slower than the houseman. He was so angry that his biceps were bulging. He said hastily, "During the ward round yesterday, Beds 3 and 7 were a little edematous. I gave them medicine and also instructed the doctor to raise the affected limbs and soak them in hot water. The patient in Bed 9 complained of dizziness. I asked Doctor Zhou to take a look at him, and he asked him to lie down and recover … "
"The condition of the patient we sutured the day before yesterday was also very good. There were no abnormal reactions after the anesthesia," Ma Yanlin rushed to say.
"Yes, the prognosis of the recent patients is very good." Lu Wenbin lowered his head. The anxiety caused by the overall lagging behind in terms of talent, diligence, and appearance would not disappear easily, but life and work still had to go on.
He was a resident doctor, and he still carried out the duties of a resident doctor. Daily ward rounds and paying attention to the patient's condition were the most basic of his duties. In the hospital, the medical staff who had the most contact with patients were resident doctors and nurses.
When one reached the rank of attending physician, especially the rank of attending physician in the Department of Surgery, the frequency of many doctors' ward rounds would drop to a very low level. Most of the time, they would only know the surname of the patient when they were at the operating table.
The frequency of the chief physicians' ward rounds was even lower. The requirement for Level 3 ward rounds was only once a week, and based on the current hospital bed turnover rate, many patients would be discharged after being hospitalized for three to four days.
Before this, Ling Ran rarely made ward rounds. Even when he did, his main purpose was to observe the patient's condition after the surgery. He only knew the M-Tang technique to begin with, and most of his responsibilities were actually taken up by Huo Congjun.
However, he now had Specialist Level Physical Examination, and he was more useful than ordinary resident doctors.
"The tendon adhesion in Bed 3 and Bed 7 may be more serious. The rehabilitation needs to be strengthened. Don't be afraid of rupture," Ling Ran said. Ling Ran then said, "I've already instructed you to pay more attention when you're making ward rounds."
"Alright." Houseman Ma Yanlin answered even faster than Lu Wenbin.
"Yes." Lu Wenbin, who had come to work early in the morning, became listless.
"Also, we need to give a few patients additional tests, especially the patient in Bed 11. Give him a B-scan. It's suspected that there's water accumulation in his abdomen. It's not a simple postoperative edema." Ling Ran was still an intern. He could neither prescribe medicine nor tests. He had to go through Lu Wenbin.
Huo Congjun forcibly arranged for a resident doctor to work for Ling Ran that day because of this.
Lu Wenbin nodded repeatedly. He could deal with simple symptoms and prescribe medicine according to the guidelines, but he was completely inadequate when it came to making comprehensive judgments.
Ling Ran finished the two-hour ward round in a few words. Most of the resident doctors' jobs were like this. They were the same as the ordinary people's jobs. They were dull, but they had to spend time doing them.
"How many patients are there to choose from today?" Ling Ran asked about the surgery arrangements.
This was the part that he was most interested in.
"Oh, I just took a look. So far, there are three." Lu Wenbin quickly took his tablet and searched for the electronic medical records inside. He said, "The success rate of the M-Tang technique is high, and the prognosis is good. The hospitals that refer patients to us are more willing to help us now."
Ling Ran lowered his head to look at the medical records.
For doctors, as long as their medical skills were up to standard, other problems were minor.
For things like referrals, lower-level hospitals could not interfere with higher-level hospitals, let alone track patients. Most of the time, it was the doctors from higher-level hospitals who discriminated against lower-level hospitals. How could they be doctors like this?
However, lower-level hospitals had a certain understanding of the skills of higher-level hospitals.
Referral doctors would not track every patient's condition, but if the results of each referral were good, they would naturally actively make the referral. If there were frequent problems after the referral, why would they send patients over frequently? At least they could send the patients to other big hospitals.
This was especially so for small hospitals in small places, where people often saw each other. It was very likely that the doctors and patients knew each other. Even though the doctors and the hospital did not have enough skills, and the patients were transferred to a big hospital, they still hoped that they could get the best medical care. It was just like when patients were transferred from Lower Groove Hospital to Yun Hua Hospital. If Boss Yang did not meet Ling Ran, Ling Jiezhou would also know the results of Boss Yang's treatment in Yun Hua Hospital, and it would affect whether Boss Yang's next referral would continue to Yun Hua or go to the provincial hospital.
Previously, because of Huo Congjun and Changxi Medical Company, many hospitals had transferred patients to Ling Ran Medical Company, but they were not so enthusiastic. Some hospitals only transferred patients to Ling Ran Medical Company because of the Hand Surgery Department of Yun Hua Hospital.
Now, the situation had changed subtly.
The M-Tang technique in the Emergency Department of Yun Hua Hospital was very effective. The feedback from the patients, the Emergency Department, and the pharmaceutical sales representatives all proved this. In this way, the hospitals could rest assured and transfer patients to the Emergency Department of Yun Hua Hospital.
Although it was just a small change between slight suspicion and slight relief, it showed that the Emergency Department of Yun Hua Hospital was gradually receiving more patients with flexor tendon injuries.
This was especially true for a few small hospitals located in industrial areas. Those hospitals without Hand Surgery Departments would not transfer patients to hospitals of the same level. They would only send patients to tertiary Grade A hospitals.
Yun Hua Hospital's Emergency Department currently had preferential treatment for referral, and the treatment results were good, so it naturally became their first choice.
"I want all three. Write down the preoperative diagnosis. When Department Director Huo comes, I'll show it to him." Ling Ran quickly flipped through the pad and passed it back to Lu Wenbin.
"Another three?" Lu Wenbin instantly felt his scalp go numb.
"It can't be just three." Ling Ran smiled and said, "There will be a new summary of cases in the afternoon. I'll take a look then."
Lu Wenbin had just rested for a day, and his body was still in a wonderful state of relaxation. Now, he was so nervous that he felt uncomfortable.
Ling Ran, on the other hand, felt comfortable.
The difference between days when there were surgeries and days when there were no surgeries was like heaven and earth.
"Two single-finger lacerations and one two-finger crush injury. We'll try to finish all of them in the morning. Hmm, let's do the two-finger one first. After that, we'll contact new cases and try to connect the surgeries together to save time." Ling Ran seemed to have made a good calculation, and he was overflowing with joy.
Lu Wenbin's face turned pale. "I can come out halfway after the surgery to ask …"
"I can be in charge of contacting other hospitals." Ma Yanlin took the opportunity to jump in.
Lu Wenbin wanted to object, but in the end, he did not say anything.
Ling Ran was fine with it. Huo Congjun was in charge of contacting the medical cases before this, but he could not expect the department director to do all the work.
Ma Yanlin secretly clenched his fists. Compared to doing odd jobs for other doctors, he wanted to fight to participate in the M-Tang technique.
"By the way, Doctor Ling, I just saw your name in the latest issue of 'Chinese Critical Care Medicine'. It's titled 'Barehanded Hemostasis for Hepatic Suturing Without a Surgical Field'. Just by looking at the title, I can tell that it's very impressive." Ma Yanlin waited for Ling Ran to sit down before he bent down and passed him a journal.
Of course, he did not read it himself. He was told by the Administrative Department. The hospital was very concerned about the publication of articles by doctors. Every month, they would count the number of people, articles, influence factors, and so on. Most of the people who did this were young people who were in the same batch as Ma Yanlin.
Ling Ran was surprised. He picked up the Chinese Critical Care Medicine and flipped through it casually. He saw that the bottom right corner of his article had been folded and marked.
"Yun Hua Hospital, Emergency Department, Ling Ran" was written under the title of the article. He could see it at a glance.
A prompt appeared in the system.
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