In the Hand Surgery Department's rehabilitation room, you could find every patient who had received the M-Tang technique from the Emergency Department.
Since the Emergency Department's M-Tang technique was a new project, there was no complete rehabilitation system, so they could only rely on the Hand Surgery Department. On the other hand, patients preferred the spacious and bright Hand Surgery Department rehabilitation room instead of the Emergency Department's rehabilitation room, which was converted from an old warehouse.
The Hand Surgery Department's rehabilitation room was even divided into many rooms according to different types of patients and different stages of illness.
When Jin Zhu and the others arrived, they saw more than ten Hand Surgery Department patients in the rehabilitation room for flexor tendon injuries. Each of them was doing recovery exercises.
Hashimoto Shiro crossed his arms in front of his chest and watched with great interest.
"At least half of your patients won't be able to recover their full hand function," Hashimoto Shiro made a confident judgment.
When Wang Haiyang heard the translation, he became unhappy. "You can come to this conclusion without even doing a test?"
"It's the same after the test." Hashimoto Shiro raised his chin arrogantly and said, "You can use the test results to convince me."
"No need." Jin Xi would not let the doctors in his department go against a foreign expert.
Besides, his judgment was similar to Hashimoto Shiro's. Based on the fixed state of the patients' hands, he could determine which stage they were in after surgery. Looking at their current performance, it was actually equivalent to doing a simple test.
Hashimoto Shiro had already shown that he was extraordinary based on his judgment alone.
And Wang Haiyang showed a hint of fear.
Hashimoto Shiro looked at the movements of the patients in the rehabilitation room and said, "Currently, the medical community in the more developed countries and regions in the world has a consensus. When it comes to hand surgeries, especially complicated surgeries, recovery of hand function should be the first consideration. You only sutured the patient's hand, but you can't ensure that the patient can use it freely. This is irresponsible. "
"So, you just amputate the fingers that you think can't recover?" Wang Haiyang was a doctor of the older generation, and he had always scoffed at such theories.
Hashimoto Shiro nodded slightly and said, "The lack of medical resources is an objective reality. Amputating fingers that can't recover function can save doctors and medical resources to ensure that other patients get the care they deserve … "
"We can now ensure that the patients get the care they deserve."
"Is that so? As far as I know, the Hand Surgery Department of Yun Hua Hospital often rejects patients' requests for help, or transfers patients with minor injuries to other hospitals. "
Wang Haiyang was speechless.
The Hand Surgery Department of Yun Hua Hospital was famous in Changxi Province, so much so that patients traveled thousands of miles to seek treatment. A large number of patients surged into the department, and it was only natural that the department was overwhelmed. Some patients who were not seriously injured or did not meet the requirements of the Atlas of Hand Surgery Department of Yun Hua Hospital might be transferred away or directly refused treatment.
It was not the first time Jin Xi had encountered such a problem. He said calmly, "Two-way referral is the current trend in China."
Hashimoto Shiro moved his short and thick neck and said, "If you adopt a method that is in line with the world's trend and increase the amputation rate, you might be able to increase the satisfaction of the patients."
"For the patient, the integrity of the limbs is as important as functionality." At this point, Wang Haiyang became indignant. "To the Chinese, the body, hair, and skin are more than just functional. Besides, our amputation rate is low, but that doesn't mean our success rate is low. "
"A doctor's energy is limited. Instead of using six hours to perform two unsuccessful flexor tendon sutures, he might as well use four hours to perform one successful flexor tendon suture." Hashimoto Shiro smiled in disdain, but he quickly stopped smiling. He pointed to the front and said, "Are these the patients operated on by the young doctors in the Emergency Department?"
Pan Hua knew Hashimoto Shiro's habits. He coughed a few times and went to retrieve the records of the rehabilitation room before he said, "There are currently two patients from the Emergency Department in the rehabilitation room, and the others are from the Hand Surgery Department."
"Let me guess." Hashimoto Shiro pointed at someone through the air as if he was ordering soldiers.
Pan Hua knew his bad taste, so he stood still.
Hashimoto Shiro had already come to a conclusion based on his observation just now. At this time, he was more focused on observing the expressions of the people around him.
As an associate professor in a Japanese medical school who had the responsibility of managing junior doctors, Hashimoto Shiro loved to use his sharp insight to expose the truth. He was just like the doctor in the television dramas who had extraordinary medical skills and sharp insight …
After three seconds of happiness in his fantasy, Hashimoto Shiro raised his head again, pointed at the two patients on the far right, and said, "I'll first rule out these two."
Hashimoto Shiro used the safest method of elimination. He pointed at the two patients who were doing rehabilitation and smiled confidently. "If my guess is correct, there should be an expert who is as skilled as Pan Kun, and he performed the surgery for them. Was it Department Director Jin Xi?"
As Hashimoto Shiro spoke, he paid attention to everyone's expression.
This was his favorite part. With his superb medical skills, he could carefully deduce the truth.
The interpreter translated Hashimoto Shiro's words for everyone to hear.
Hashimoto Shiro was surprised to see the corners of everyone's indifferent lips curl up.
"What? Wasn't it Department Director Jin Xi who performed the surgery? " Hashimoto Shiro could not help but look at Wang Haiyang. This was the only correct explanation. Because he looked down on Wang Haiyang's judgment just now, and now he praised his surgery, so …
"Those two people are Ling Ran's patients from the Emergency Department. They are the surgery performed by the young doctor from the Emergency Department you mentioned." As Department Director Jin Xi spoke, he chuckled and said, "I think if he heard your evaluation, he would be very happy."
In fact, Department Director Jin Xi felt that he should not laugh, but he could not help but laugh.
Hashimoto Shiro's expression quickly changed.
He had been playing this kind of guessing game for many years. Sometimes, he would make mistakes, but he had never been so embarrassed …
"Pan Kun, can you do a test for them?" Hashimoto Shiro immediately changed the direction and said, "Goldie Wing Technique."
Unlike the hand function assessment often used in China, the Goldie Wing Technique that Hashimoto Shiro often used was more difficult.
It was a hand and upper limb movement examination method invented by the Japanese Goldie Wing Technique. There were a total of ten movements, and it was very detailed.
Pan Hua took out the examination box and opened it. Wooden blocks and plastic balls that looked like building blocks could be seen.
Pan Hua found two patients from the Emergency Department and explained the situation. Then, he asked the first person to try it first.
Pan Hua reminded him by the side, "Please move the big balls in the right frame to the left one by one. The faster you move them, the higher your score. I say one, two, three, start …"
He took out a stopwatch, laid out the form, and shouted one, two, three.
The patient completed the movement of the big balls with agility.
It was extraordinary agility.
Hashimoto Shiro's expression became solemn.
The big balls were replaced with medium balls, medium balls were replaced with large wooden blocks, large wooden blocks were replaced with medium wooden blocks, and medium wooden blocks were replaced with large round boards …
The patient, who was in the third postoperative stage, actually made it all the way to the last metal rod.
As he watched the patient poke the rod into the small red round holes, Hashimoto Shiro finally realized that he had been careless today. These two people's scores were definitely above excellent.
Who would have thought that in a group of people, the first two who recovered the best would be picked wrongly?
"Just like what my teacher said, I don't have the talent to be a comedian …" Hashimoto Shiro chuckled a few times and said in a self-deprecating manner, "I shouldn't have made a judgment on my own. I'm really sorry."
The sudden appearance of a Japanese-style apology caught the department directors of the Hand Surgery Department off guard.
Department Director Jin took the initiative to express his understanding and approval of the foreign friend's face and the issue of diplomatic relations between the two countries.
The atmosphere of the conversation finally became normal.
Not long after, the door of the rehabilitation room was pushed open again.
Huo Congjun, Doctor Zhou, Ling Ran, Lu Wenbin, and the plain and ugly resident doctor entered together. They looked very imposing.
"Department Director Huo, Doctor Zhou, Doctor Ling." Department Director Jin greeted them politely.
Hashimoto Shiro listened to the translation, and his eyes lit up. He quickly said, "Is Doctor Ling Ran, who knows how to perform the M-Tang technique, here?"
"Yes."
"Wait … don't tell me, let me guess." Hashimoto Shiro did not give up. His gaze slowly moved past Huo Congjun, Doctor Zhou, Ling Ran, and Lu Wenbin's faces. When his gaze passed by Ling Ran, it only paused for a moment before it finally landed on the plain and ugly resident doctor's face.
Hashimoto Shiro strode to the plain and ugly resident doctor, extended his hand in a friendly manner, and said with a smile, "I guess you're Doctor Ling."
"This is Doctor Ling." Department Director Jin could not stand it anymore, and he quickly pushed Ling Ran forward.
Hashimoto Shiro looked at Ling Ran's face and recalled the test just now. He could not help but fall into deep thought. 'A young doctor with good medical skills and a handsome face. Which television series did he appear in?
How could there really be such a doctor?
And he actually met him? '
Hashimoto Shiro moved his short and thick neck. He quietly withdrew his hand that he had extended just now. He touched his rough cheek and quickly withdrew his hand.
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