"2100 fluid replacement." Su Jiafu watched the last bit of fluid enter the patient's body and immediately gave a number.
"Okay," Ling Ran answered. He did the final examination and said, "Let's close the abdomen."
Lu Wenbin and Xiang Xueming, who stood across him, immediately got busy. One helped Ling Ran with the fuse, and the other helped remove the bandage around the wound from the clamp …
Cai Qiong craned his neck and looked at their operation. He wanted to immediately learn Ling Ran's technique.
Just like how Zhang Anmin was willing to be a snitch to learn hepatectomy, Cai Qiong also desired hepatectomy for a long time.
Unfortunately, even if Cai Qiong wanted to be a snitch, he did not have a place to sell himself. The General Surgery Department of the provincial hospital did not give Cai Qiong the opportunity to learn hepatectomy.
Cai Qiong looked at the scene of abdominal closure, and in a daze, he remembered the scene when he first went to the operating table. If it were not for the fact that he was too talkative and offended everyone, he might have started performing hepatectomy a long time ago … He might even be able to perform more profitable surgeries … He would not only be performing intestinal surgeries that he was very familiar with all day long, but he would also be digging for feces.
"Take the 6-0 thread," Ling Ran spoke again, but he was correcting Wang Jia, the scrub nurse beside him.
Wang Jia immediately used a pair of forceps to pull out a 6-0 thread and gave it to Ling Ran. She then asked, "Do you want to reduce the scar?"
"Yes," Ling Ran answered. He took the needle holder, glanced at it for a while, and inserted the curved needle into the patient's skin.
Wang Jia tiptoed to take a look, pursed her lips, and said, "But this person's hair is long and messy. It doesn't matter if there's a scar or not."
Ling Ran smiled and did not answer. Since he wanted to perform a perfect surgery, he could not just look at the hair and make a scar.
The young nurse, Wang Jia, stared at Ling Ran and said excitedly, "Doctor Ling, you smiled just now, right?"
Cai Qiong could not help but say, "How do you know when he's wearing a mask?"
Wang Jia tilted her head and glanced at him with a look of disdain. "When Doctor Ling smiles, his temples will bend."
"Sideburns …" Cai Qiong pulled himself out of his self-pity and continued to grumble, "Do you think my sideburns are crooked?"
"Your hair is too thin, and you have a lot of wrinkles on your temples. There's also fat on your neck. I can't see it clearly," Wang Jia also pretended to answer seriously. In any case, he was a doctor from the provincial hospital. It was fine even if he scolded him until he bled.
Cai Qiong was stunned and couldn't help but touch his face.
Ling Ran lowered his head and did not participate in their conversation. He just stared at the patient's abdomen and completed the final suture. To reduce the scar, Ling Ran even used intradermal suture and heavy reinforcing suture.
One stitch after another.
Suturing was a doctor's basic skill, and there were not many shortcuts that could be taken, especially when it came to suturing skin. No matter how confident a doctor was, he could only suture the skin one stitch at a time.
When Cai Qiong saw this, he found it a little funny. He could tell that Ling Ran's basic skills were very strong, but he did not need to suture the skin. He could tell it by looking at the hepatectomy just now.
However, Ling Ran still completed the entire procedure before he left the operating table.
"It's all thanks to the fact that you guys have performed a lot of surgeries. Otherwise, young doctors wouldn't be able to do anything." Cai Qiong walked out of the operating theater and winked at Zuo Cidian.
The patient might pay more attention to the abdominal closure segment, but in the entire surgery, it could be said that it was the segment that doctors paid the least attention to. In a hospital like the provincial hospital, it was more like a platform for young doctors to practice their skills.
Zuo Cidian smiled and did not say anything. How Yun Hua Hospital trained young doctors and how Ling Ran's treatment group distributed work was not something that a lousy doctor from the provincial hospital had the right to interfere with.
The operating theater became quiet. Only the sound of the needle penetrating the muscle and the thin thread rustling could be heard when Ling Ran sutured.
Xiang Xueming looked at Ling Ran nervously along the way. He only breathed a sigh of relief when Ling Ran announced the completion of the surgery.
They were in Cangping District's Bazhaixiang hospital branch, and for every doctor here, Yun Hua Hospital and Yun Hua Provincial Hospital were huge entities, and they would die if they poked them.
"It's good that you're done. It's good that the patient is saved." Xiang Xueming waited for the surgery to end before he strode forward and helped Ling Ran take off the surgical gown.
"I don't need your help." The circulating nurse was originally helping Wang Jia count the gauze, but she immediately stood up.
Xiang Xueming laughed foolishly and thought, 'I don't even want to help. What's there to help with this kind of thing?'
"Is there a special care unit?" Ling Ran did not even ask the ICU. He knew that the Bazhaixiang hospital branch could not provide it.
Xiang Xueming scratched his head, looked around, and said in a low voice, "We didn't prepare special care units. Um … does this patient need to be in the special care unit?"
"After hepatectomy, the correct way is to enter the ICU." Ling Ran looked at Xiang Xueming, who looked worried, sighed, and said, "If there's no special care unit, just clean up one now."
"Okay … okay!" Xiang Xueming quickly agreed.
Ling Ran followed him out.
The special care unit was a weakened version of the ICU, and the newly cleaned special care unit was a weakened version. Such a ward could only be used after it was cleaned carefully.
Xiang Xueming led the way and went straight to the second floor of the hospital.
There was a row of green ward doors starting from the stairs on the second floor. There were about ten of them.
"Which ward is easier to clean?" Ling Ran looked at the long ward and asked Xiang Xueming again.
Xiang Xueming scratched his head and laughed foolishly. "The wards are almost done …"
Ling Ran nodded and walked to the ward closest to him.
"This one can't, this one can't." Xiang Xueming quickly stopped him.
Ling Ran frowned and looked at Xiang Xueming.
"This … this ward … the patient recovers slowly." Xiang Xueming knew that Ling Ran was a man of his word, so he could only explain it obediently.
"Does any patient who enters this ward recover slowly?" Ling Ran asked.
Xiang Xueming quickly shook his head. "No, but most patients recover slowly when they enter this ward. Some of the incisions don't heal no matter how long they try, and we can't find the reason …"
Ling Ran turned and looked at the ward that looked normal, but he did not feel conflicted.
There might be many explanations for the slow recovery of patients staying in this ward, but he was not here to solve cases.
Moreover, it was a superstition in surgery. Bazhaixiang was not the only place that had it. Almost every hospital had it.
"Then let's change to another ward." Ling Ran made a new decision without hesitation.
Xiang Xueming was afraid that he would make another mistake, so he quickly designated a ward.
Then, it was time to vacate the ward and rearrange it for disinfection.
Xiang Xueming's organizational skills in this area were quite good, and he quickly completed this.
When it was about time, the patient woke up and was directly sent to a single intensive care unit …
"You can go back now. By the way, remember to report the situation. " When he faced Cai Qiong again, the wrinkles on his face looked like they were smeared with oil, and they shone under the sun.
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