The mission completion rate became 1/10, which made Ling Ran feel good.
"Doctor Zhou, what do you think?"
Ling Ran deliberately asked. He did not think that he had sutured very quickly and well.
In fact, his medical judgment was still at the level of an intern.
He had to see this kind of thing many times before he could form a correct understanding of it.
It was just like the aborigines who hunted in the mountains all year round. They had to compete with others before they could know whether they were fast or slow.
Doctor Zhou glanced at Ling Ran in confusion. He did not know if Ling Ran was joking.
If he was just teasing him, he should not do it in front of the patient. If he was not teasing him … why would he ask such a question?
Could it be … that he was asking for praise? Or was he just showing off to me?
Doctor Zhou's mind filled with all kinds of thoughts in an instant.
Normal surgeons would do some strange things.
Normal surgeons who played symphonies, rock songs, hip-hop songs, and Guo Degang's crosstalk in the operating theater were all normal surgeons. Surgeons who liked to tell and listen to dirty jokes were also necessary attributes of surgeons.
Doctors who liked to scold others and who liked to be praised mainly depended on their medical skills. Those with good skills naturally had the right to scold others, and they could also ask everyone in the operating theater to praise them …
Doctor Zhou was inexplicably unhappy. He guessed that the young doctor in front of him should be an expert from some local hospital, and he came to Yun Hua for an exchange.
Although they were all interns, interns, housemen, and exchange doctors from local hospitals were different.
Doctor Zhou thought that if a local hospital could have such skills, they would probably be praised in the operating theater a lot. It was understandable that they showed off their skills.
They probably took the initiative to suture because they wanted to show off their skills.
However, even if their skills were good enough, I'm not a junior in your department. Do I have to flatter you?
Doctor Zhou snorted a few times in his heart. He raised his head again, forced a smile, and said, "The suture is perfect …"
In his heart, Doctor Zhou lamented his depravity again. 'Sigh, people from society will become more and more like society. It's better not to offend the experts from other hospitals.'
As he stepped into the mud of the world, Doctor Zhou reminisced about the loss of his youthful dreams and moral integrity. He pretended to be calm and asked, "We haven't met before. How should I address you?"
He guessed that since the other party had revealed his skills, he naturally wanted to leave his name. It was just like a certain hero who took great pains to break a boulder, uproot a weeping willow, beat a tiger, and so on. Wasn't it all for the sake of fame?
Doctor Zhou decided to cooperate because of the other party's skills.
As an intern, Ling Ran naturally answered the questions one by one. He said, "I'm Ling Ran. I was just assigned to the Emergency Department yesterday."
"Ling Ran?" Doctor Zhou tried his best to recall.
"Doctor Ling, your hands are so long and slender. They're very suitable to be a surgeon." The young nurse, Wang Jia, was usually indifferent to medical interns, but she could not resist falling for Ling Ran's good looks. She did not even hesitate to call him "doctor".
If a medical student who had just started his internship was addressed as a "doctor" by a patient, he or she would feel as if they were floating in the clouds.
If they could be addressed as' doctor 'by other doctors or nurses, the clouds formed by the medical students would immediately be shaken off and rain would fall.
Ling Ran was also very happy. He gave Nurse Wang Jia a big smile.
Wang Jia felt weak all over.
"Is Doctor Zhou free? There's a patient in Bed 3. "Another nurse ran over and called for him.
There was never a lack of patients in the Emergency Department. The patient who had been stabbed in the chest was anxious, and the patient who had a light bulb stuffed in his mouth was also anxious.
Doctor Zhou nodded and left with the nurse. Ling Ran followed behind him without hesitation.
As an intern, he had to freeload on all the opportunities he could.
Wang Jia was also called away by the other nurses. Doctors had their own things to do, and nurses did not relax either.
Doctor Zhou was not very willing to let the experts from other hospitals follow him, but he did not say anything.
The nurse who came to look for the patient did not have any objections either. She just glanced at Ling Ran and introduced the patient's situation. "The patient in Bed 3 said that his head was cut by someone, and he bled for more than an hour. He drank alcohol, did not faint, did not vomit, did not bleed from his mouth, nose, and external auditory canal, and did not have any physical impairment …"
When they arrived at Bed 3, they saw a young man with tattoos on his arms. He had triangular eyes, a flat nose, and was muscular. He sat cross-legged on the bed, and he pressed the gauze tightly on the left side of his head with one hand. He even grinned and joked with two gangsters of similar age.
"Ah, the doctor is here. Doctor, quick, take a look at my big brother … "The man who accompanied the patient was a little older. When he saw the doctor in the white coat, he immediately shouted," My big brother was chased by more than a hundred people. If it weren't for his good martial arts, he wouldn't have made it here today. You guys have to stitch him up … "
"How am I supposed to see him if you don't make way?" Doctor Zhou was also speechless. He said, "The patient's family members can wait outside. They will call you if there's anything."
"No, we have to stay here and watch." The two lackeys shook their heads firmly. Their eyes were as big as copper bells.
"This place is so small. How am I supposed to operate if you guys stand here?" Doctor Zhou had encountered similar situations before. His words were also calm.
Doctors could not choose their patients, especially doctors in the Emergency Department. The doctor-patient relationship they faced was even more complicated. They really could not be impatient or impatient.
The two lackeys shook their heads like a rattle drum. "Big brother can't do without someone in front of him …"
"Just leave one person behind to pay the fee. The other one can wait outside." Doctor Zhou's voice was calm.
"He already paid just now!" The two lackeys were a little panicked.
"His injury is so serious. He definitely needs to pay the fee. Just leave one person behind."
As Doctor Zhou spoke, he stretched out his hand and pulled at the two lackeys. The two lackeys obediently made way for him.
After a while, they disappeared without a trace.
However, the peace and quiet that Doctor Zhou was looking forward to did not come.
After the tattooed man received the local anesthesia, he felt extremely refreshed. While he received the debridement, he boasted about his battle history.
As he spoke, the wound would tremble. Doctor Zhou reminded him, but the tattooed man was very forgetful.
After forcefully debriding the wound, Doctor Zhou was already drenched in sweat. He put down the forceps and warned the tattooed man again, "We're going to suture now. Don't talk, or else what if the needle is inserted in the wrong place?"
"If the needle is inserted in the wrong place, it's a medical accident. You guys have to pay for it." The tattooed man was unmoved. He said, "It's your job to treat the injury. You guys have to do it well. Guan Yu and Guan Yunchang scraped the bone to treat the injury, and they even drank, ate, chatted, and played chess. Bian Que didn't say anything against it, right? "
Doctor Zhou looked at the sky speechlessly. "Hua Tuo is the one who scraped the bone to treat the injury."
"Pfft, I don't know about other things, but there's nothing I don't know about Second Brother Guan. How can you call yourself a cultured person? Hua Tuo scraped the bone to treat the injury? You're laughing your head off. "
"Hua Tuo is … Forget it." Doctor Zhou turned his head and asked Ling Ran, "Do you want to suture the wound?"
If an expert from the outer court wanted to show off his skills, he would give him a hard one.
Doctor Zhou secretly thought about all kinds of endings.
Ling Ran walked forward without hesitation.
In the eyes of an intern, every opportunity to practice was as precious as a newly bought inflatable doll.
"Please turn to the side." Ling Ran adjusted his position and picked up the needle holder.
The tattooed man had noticed the young Ling Ran a long time ago. He said in dissatisfaction, "Why did you change the person? Let me tell you, I've been to many hospitals. If you guys can't suture the wound today, don't even think about having a good time … "
While the tattooed man was talking non-stop, he suddenly noticed Doctor Zhou's strange expression. He became even more dissatisfied. "Hey, what's with your expression?!"
Doctor Zhou's jaw almost dropped to the ground. He looked at Ling Ran in shock and said to the tattooed man, "Your wound is sutured."
Suturing the head was not difficult in the eyes of a surgeon. However, it was the first time he saw such a flashy operation to complete the suture so quickly while the other party was talking.
If such a skill was really used, it would be a very high-end surgery. For example, in cardiothoracic surgeries where the heart kept beating, the suturing of blood vessels and even the mitral valve might be in an unstable environment.
However, it was too much of a waste to use such a difficult suture technique on a bald skull.
Ling Ran, who had just finished inserting the needle under the skin, tying a knot with forceps, and performing an interrupted suture, did not feel that it was a waste.
He coolly put away the instrument, turned the tattooed man's head a few times, as if he was twisting the head of a toy Transformer, and said in satisfaction, "It's quite perfect."
In the mirror, there were only patches of dirty blood left on the tattooed man's head. The thin suture perfectly covered the wound. If one did not look carefully, they would not be able to determine the location of the wound.
With Ling Ran's personality, he would only be able to relax after suturing the head like this.
The thing he hated the most in school was the girls who stitched bumps on their bananas. They were not beautiful at all.
"This is faster than chopping. Hmm, the suture is good, and it's even …" The tattooed man had been in and out of the hospital all year round, so he knew his stuff. He sighed and immediately said, "Doctor, give me your name card. We'll look for you if we need anything."
Ling Ran was a little tempted, but he still refused politely. "I don't have a name card. But I work in the hospital. "
The tattooed man slapped his thigh and said, "That's settled then. I'll go and chop a few more people. If any of my brothers are injured, I'll send them to you."
After he said that, he jumped off the bed and swung his big, colorful arms. He shouted, "Brothers, let's chop them back."
"Chop them back! Chop them back! " Outside the emergency room, the tattooed man had arrived at some point in time. Their voices were uniform, as if they were a family.
Ling Ran looked at the mission completion rate of 2/10, and for some reason, he felt a little expectant.
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