"Doctor, how's my son?"
The door of the operating theater was pushed open, and anxious family members immediately rushed forward. The one who rushed forward was a father in his sixties. His hair was white, and his face was full of wrinkles. He looked like Zuo Cidian's younger brother.
A few relatives who were chatting enthusiastically walked over with their hands behind their backs. They surrounded the doctor and pretended to be concerned.
Song Shang took a deep breath and said, "There's a small problem during the surgery …"
"Huh?"
"How could there be a problem during the surgery?"
"Where's my son? My son … "The sixty-year-old father shrugged his shoulders and was about to walk in, but Lu Wenbin stopped him.
"The patient is fine. Are you going to listen or not? If not, we'll leave. "Song Shang was experienced. He did not even move his body, and he blocked the father's way.
Lu Wenbin waved his hand and thought, 'This old man is quite strong.'
"Is there a problem?" The father was a little dizzy.
Song Shang said, "The problem is solved. It's mainly because your son's blood vessels are too fragile, and he doesn't take care of his body well. He doesn't even pay attention to his high blood pressure, blood pressure, and blood pressure … "
The patient's family was stunned. They were a little intimidated by him.
Song Shang sighed and said, "During the surgery, the patient's blood vessels in the liver were ruptured. After we tried our best to save him and gave him a lot of blood transfusions, his condition is now stable. But the next few days are very critical. As long as the critical period is over, there won't be a big problem …"
"He's still alive?" The patient's father's hand trembled.
"He's alive." Song Shang was kind.
A doctor's attitude toward a patient who was seriously ill was generally passable.
Besides, the surgery did not go smoothly, and Song Shang could not stand up to them.
After talking for a few minutes and counseling, the patient and his family members slowly left.
Song Shang could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. He pulled Lu Wenbin back to the Operating Area and thanked him. "Doctor Lu, it's all thanks to you. If it weren't for you, we would still be in trouble today."
"It's my pleasure." Lu Wenbin seemed a little naive at this moment. He asked, "If there's so much bleeding during the surgery, the patient will come back later, right?"
"Usually not," Song Shang said patiently. Song Shang said patiently, "The hospitals in our country are like this. As long as the patient doesn't die, any problems that occur during the surgery can be explained. But if a person dies on the operating table, it's useless no matter what documents you sign or how you say that it's not against the rules … Hehe, you're still young. You'll understand after a few more encounters. "
Lu Wenbin smiled. It wasn't that he didn't understand. However, understanding was one thing, and experiencing it was another.
"No matter what, it's finally over. I really have to thank Doctor Ling and all of you for this." As Song Shang spoke, he dragged Lu Wenbin into a storage room in the corner and stuffed an envelope into his hands. "This is a small fee for your hard work. Please pass it to me, Doctor Lu."
Lu Wenbin hesitated for a moment before asking, "Who's paying for this?"
Flying knives had flying knife fees, and saving the situation was also a flying knife. Although the process of flying was skipped, that was not the main point.
However, freelance surgeries were not as urgent as saving the situation. Usually, they would negotiate with the patient and ask the patient to pay for it. If the patient was unwilling to pay, they could naturally ask for a better doctor. Of course, if the hospital urgently wanted to treat the disease, and the patient's family condition was not good, they could also pay for it from the department's budget.
However, saving the situation was not that simple.
Saving the situation was a surgery that the doctor expected to perform, but something went wrong. At this time, the patient was lying on the operating table, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead. Naturally, it was impossible to ask for a better doctor. If they talked about the freelance surgery fee during the surgery, it was even more likely that something would go wrong.
Since Lu Wenbin knew this, Song Shang knew it even better.
He did not say much and said calmly, "Young Liu is paying for it. He was just promoted to an attending physician last year, and he's still relying on his salary. Don't think it's too little."
When Lu Wenbin heard this, he quickly said, "Then I can't take it."
"It's not for you." Song Shang pressed Lu Wenbin's hand down and said, "You've met the patient's family. They're from Bazhaixiang, and their family conditions are just that. I didn't tell them about the freelance surgery. As for our department, the rule is that whoever makes a mistake will have to pay for it … "
"I'll make a call." Lu Wenbin knew Ling Ran too well. Moreover, he did not care about the freelance surgery fee of a few thousand RMB. As he spoke, he made the call.
Song Shang did not stop him. After waiting for a while, he saw Lu Wenbin hang up the phone and shove the money back into the envelope. He could not help but be stunned. "You don't want it?"
"Doctor Ling said he doesn't want it." Lu Wenbin shrugged and said, "Alright, I'm going back. You guys pay attention to the patient."
After he said that, Lu Wenbin walked away in a carefree manner. He felt that he was as handsome as Arnold Schwarzenegger, who had defeated all of us.
Song Shang was stunned behind him. It was not because the envelope was shoved back, but because Lu Wenbin did it so naturally.
In Song Shang's memory, many doctors did not actually accept red packets for saving the situation.
If it was agreed upon in advance, or if it was agreed upon by convention, it would be counted separately. In a situation like the one in Beijing University Sixth Hospital, they usually did not accept red packets if they could.
However, the reason why a big shot was a big shot was that his status in the martial arts world was high, and ordinary doctors could not reach him.
In comparison, doctors who were not big shots, such as a normal department director from a tertiary Grade A hospital who was not very famous, could save the situation when they needed to save the situation, and they would not reject the money. After all, they were not famous, and they would be idiots if they gave the money.
But from Lu Wenbin's attitude, Song Shang felt that he was casual like a big shot. "If you don't want it today, you can leave." That was probably how it felt.
In the emergency room.
The atmosphere was still the same.
Ling Ran, who had just saved the situation, returned to the computer and continued to discuss the article with Yu Yuan. A few doctors who had something to do continued to work, and those who had nothing to do pretended to be busy.
Ren Qi, who was slightly plump, sat at the door in a scheming manner. Not only could he let Ling Ran see him, but if there were other patients, it would also be easier for him to get a chance.
He had only trained for a short period of time, and compared to the original members of Ling Ran's treatment group, his desire for opportunities was naturally different.
A minibus drove over from afar.
Ren Qi did not wait for the others to realize what was going on. He immediately stood up and went out to welcome the minibus.
Then, a few young people in white coats got off the minibus.
"Doctor Ling, we're here to report for duty." Qi Zao was the first to get off the minibus. As one of the interns sent out by Yun Hua University this year, Qi Zao and the others did not get many opportunities to train before they encountered the mudslide in Bazhaixiang. Now that the emergency situation had been alleviated, the few of them discussed and immediately followed Ling Ran over.
Qi Zao, who was outgoing, held a telephoto lens and looked like a literary youth. She shouted outside the door.
After she entered, Qi Zao became a little quieter. She first greeted each doctor one by one before she put down her things and took a bottle of alcohol-based hand sanitizer. She carefully applied it on her hands in front of Ling Ran before she whispered, "Doctor Ling, we're here for our internship again."
Ling Ran nodded. Then, he looked around in a very responsible manner.
Today was a rare day for the Ling Treatment Group … From Ling Ran's perspective, today should be a rare day for the Ling Treatment Group to have no work.
For doctors, no patients meant no work. A group of doctors had no work, and if there were four interns …
Ling Ran suddenly felt a sense of responsibility as the leader of a treatment group.
'What should I do if there's no work?'
"I'll give you a mission." Ling Ran sighed. Given the conditions, this was the only thing he could do.
The moment Qi Zao and the other interns stepped on the ground, they heard the word "mission". They stood in front of Ling Ran and complained incessantly.
However, when she saw Ling Ran's expression, Qi Zao, who was the most carefree among them, did not dare to jump out.
"Did you learn suturing in school?" Ling Ran asked.
"Yes."
Ling Ran nodded and called out to Lu Wenbin. He said, "Go and buy twenty grapefruits for them. Each person will get five grapefruits. Peel off the pulp and use the interrupted suture technique to stitch the peel together."
"How carefully?" Qi Zao asked softly.
"The finer, the better," Ling Ran answered.
"Oh," Qi Zao replied. Then, she asked with curiosity, "Why grapefruits? Is there a reason?"
Ling Ran slowly said, "I like eating grapefruits."
In the corner, the eyes of a row of pharmaceutical sales representatives suddenly lit up, as if they were robots that had been rebooted.
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