Ling Ran sutured ten to fifteen fingers a day, and he constantly refreshed his surgical volume.
Huo Congjun asked someone to organize four wards for the patients who had their tendons sutured after surgery. Compared with some minor surgeries, patients who had their flexor tendons sutured had a longer recovery period, and they had to stay in the hospital for a longer period of time. The total medical expenses would increase, but the expenses would decrease when it was distributed evenly.
Ling Ran did not pay much attention to this. In fact, due to the excellent results of his surgeries, the average recovery period of patients had been greatly reduced. However, the perioperative period of flexor tendon suturing (the entire process surrounding the surgery) was originally a complicated topic, and he could not control all the variables.
After half a month of grinding, Ling Ran managed to increase the completion rate of the Practice M-Tang Technique mission to 100%. In other words, ever since he received the mission, he had performed another hundred cases of M-Tang technique sutures. Thus, the number of Energy Serums he had stored up had increased to seventeen bottles in one go.
Yes, the subsequent five Basic Treasure Chests still gave him Energy Serums.
When the hundredth surgery was completed, Ling Ran was originally quite looking forward to it. He stood in the operating theater and opened the silver-white Basic Treasure Chest.
However, what came out was still a light green Energy Serum.
"You might as well call it the Energy Serum Accumulation System." Ling Ran was quite fond of Energy Serums. After his stingy two uses, Ling Ran had already experienced the wonders of Energy Serums.
First of all, Energy Serums could basically be considered to restore energy to its best state. Of course, this "best" was definitely the Chinese word for "best", but this alone made Energy Serums have great value.
On the other hand, Energy Serums could improve endurance, which was also very valuable for doctors. There were too many surgeries that took longer than usual, and the more difficult the surgery, the more tempting it was to surgeons.
Ling Ran kept training himself so that he could have the opportunity to challenge those extremely difficult surgeries in the future.
Therefore, when it came to Energy Serums, Ling Ran believed that the more, the better. However, Ling Ran was not used to Energy Serums all ten times he opened chests.
"This is basically equivalent to me drawing ten times in a row, and I didn't even get a single rare item. It's a little unreasonable." Ling Ran said some gaming terms to the system in his mind before he raised his head and said to Lu Wenbin and the others, "Forget it, I'm tired from the surgeries. Let's rest for a while and do the next one later."
As Ling Ran spoke, he took out his phone and sat on the ground while leaning against the wall. He tapped on the icon of Kings of Glory.
"Doctor Ling, are you alright?" Nurse Wang Jia asked out of concern.
"Okay," Ling Ran replied without raising his head.
Nurse Wang Jia became even more worried. She whispered to Lu Wenbin, "Haven't all of you been working non-stop lately? Has Doctor Ling ever taken a break?
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"How can there be rest?" Lu Wenbin pursed his lips and said, "Ma Yanlin and I are so busy that we can't even handle the workload. Doctor Ling is just taking turns between the two operating theaters. He only takes a pee in between and doesn't even have time to eat pork trotters."
"If we're late because of changing the channel, he'll even criticize us." The nurse in the audience also complained in a soft voice, "Doctor Ling is also very serious when he's serious."
Although he didn't express it clearly, Lu Wenbin and Wang Jia nodded in agreement.
Su Jiafu, the anesthetist who sat by the side, was much calmer. He quietly pushed the two extra round stools to the door and prepared to take them with him. His face was tired, but his eyes were bright and his smile was happy.
"The enemy will arrive at the battlefield in five seconds …"
Ling Ran's phone rang with the sound of a game.
"Doctor Ling shouldn't be sick, right?" Wang Jia asked out of concern. She could not help but smile. 'Oh Immeasurable God, is the soup making technique my aunt taught me finally going to be used?'
"I can't say." Lu Wenbin said as he sutured the skin, but his muscles were relaxed. He could not help but think of the scene where Ling Ran was forced to rest because he was sick. Although the hospital also provided free gyms for the staff, in Lu Wenbin's opinion, a gym without squat racks was soulless. He missed the smell of sweat in the gym, missed the exclamations of people who were pushed to their limits, and he even missed boiled chicken breasts a little …
Only Su Jiafu was the calmest. Anesthetists were role models who treated their workplace as their home. In every tertiary Grade A hospital, there would be at least one or two anesthetists who died of overwork. Occasionally, there would be those who overindulged, died of terminal illness, or resigned due to serious illness … In short, for Su Jiafu, when Ling Ran performed six surgeries, he had to work overtime in the hospital. When Ling Ran performed one surgery, he still had to work overtime in other operating theaters.
Therefore, Su Jiafu just sat on the round stool, stepped on the round stool, touched the round stool, and played with his phone. He was neither excited nor anxious.
Ling Ran played with his phone for a few minutes, and the system's voice rang in his mind.
[New Mission: Treat Patients]
[Mission Details: Complete two barehanded bleeding control and reduce bleeding by 1,500 CC]
[Mission Reward: One Basic Treasure Chest]
[Current Progress: (0/2)]
Although it was still a Basic Treasure Chest, Ling Ran's body was very honest. He instantly stood up and said, "I'm going for surgery."
"Huh? You're not going to rest? "Lu Wenbin looked down. He had not even finished suturing the skin.
Ling Ran nodded and said, "I still have things to do in the afternoon. I have to finish the surgery in the morning."
"You'll be punished if you quit in the middle of the game," young nurse Wang Jia reminded Ling Ran.
"Help me make the call." As Ling Ran spoke, he passed his phone to Wang Jia.
Young nurse Wang Jia's pupils instantly dilated …
Ling Ran completed the four surgeries in the morning. He then informed the nurse's desk to stop the subsequent referrals. Then, he went straight to the Emergency Department's main hall and waited in the resuscitation room.
The system's mission required him to reduce bleeding by 1,500 CC, which meant that he had to reduce bleeding by 1.5 liters.
This was not a small number. If the blood was contained in a Coke bottle, a normal 1.25 liter Coke bottle would not be able to contain it.
Naturally, those who had lost so much blood had to be sent to the hospital.
However, Ling Ran waited for a full two hours, and there was not a single patient who could perform barehanded bleeding control.
There were a few patients who were injured, and some of them had lost quite a lot of blood.
However, most of them were outside the hospital, and they had already lost most of their blood. It was not easy for Ling Ran to catch a patient who had lost a lot of blood during the chaos.
However, when Doctor Zhou caught Ling Ran, he pulled him to his side and handed the backlog of four patients who needed debridement and suturing to him in one go.
Nowadays, Ling Ran was so familiar with debridement and suturing that he was like a professional cyclist riding a public bicycle. As long as the lock was unlocked, he could ride it however he wanted. Moreover, the sutures were beautiful, the tension was balanced, the stitches were aligned neatly, and the knots were firm …
The Hand Surgery Department was the department that paid the most attention to suturing. Half of their skills were focused on suturing. Ling Ran had performed more than a hundred cases using the M-Tang technique. His Master Level in Simple Interrupted Suture could be described as skyrocketing.
Unfortunately, the patients did not know how to suture. They only saw that Ling Ran sutured extremely quickly, so they did not take it to heart.
Doctor Zhou was a little embarrassed. He smiled and said, "If we're talking about quality, I'll give you 2,000 RMB for your debridement and suturing."
Ling Ran had just sutured a large wound that was six inches long, and it still only took him a few minutes. He said, "My clinic uses cosmetic needles for suturing, and it costs 500 RMB per inch."
Doctor Zhou could not help but gasp. "Is your clinic so unscrupulous?"
"The surgeon who performed the surgery will get half."
"Actually, I can suture as well." Doctor Zhou's gaze immediately changed again.
The patients in the treatment room came and went. Among them, the ones who consumed the most energy were the patients who needed debridement and suturing. With Ling Ran around, they were almost instantly taken care of, so much so that the other treatment groups gave up their patients who needed debridement and suturing.
As usual, Doctor Zhou called an intern over and asked him to fill in various reports for Ling Ran.
When Ling Ran was free, he would also take the opportunity to perform one or two rather strange surgeries. In the entire afternoon, he removed a fish bone from the throat, a bone from the anus, and a defective nail from the prostate. He also dealt with a patient who was poisoned by gasoline, a patient who was poisoned by insecticide, and a patient who suffered from heat stroke. He also participated in a consolatory cardiopulmonary resuscitation.
Naturally, the patient did not come back to life because of Ling Ran's participation. When all the drugs were ineffective, the patient's family members asked the doctors to continue saving the patient, but they just could not accept the reality.
In such a situation, the attending physician would usually let the junior doctors do the work.
This was also a rare moment for interns, housemen, or resident doctors to come into contact with CPR.
After the CPR was declared ineffective, the patient's family members cried, and the doctors were silent.
Compared to other departments, the deaths that happened in the Emergency Department were usually more difficult to accept. Even doctors who were used to seeing deaths felt a little uncomfortable when they saw a patient who was in the prime of his life died unexpectedly.
Doctor Zhou looked at Ling Ran's expressionless face and could not help but pat him. He asked, "First time?"
"Hmm?" Ling Ran was stunned for a moment. He nodded slowly and said, "I think so."
"Don't think too much about it. It's human nature to grow old, get sick, and die. Doctors are the ones who guard the door. It's lucky that they can kick one back. It's impossible for them to block the door. If they block the door, the world will be in chaos. "
Ling Ran pursed his lips and said, "If you had performed CPR on my behalf just now …"
"It wouldn't have made any difference." Doctor Zhou immediately interrupted his wild thoughts and said, "His heart has stopped beating for three minutes. There's a one in ten thousand chance that he'll still be in a vegetative state even if he's saved. Even if there's a one in a million chance that he wakes up, it's impossible for him to be like a normal person."
Doctor Zhou kindly advised him, "Don't think that after a person in a vegetative state wakes up, he can live like a normal person like those in television dramas. You've read the literature before. There are very few people in a vegetative state who can regain basic physical activity after they wake up. Many people can't even control their bowels …"
Doctor Zhou did not continue speaking. He said, "There's nothing wrong with the CPR you performed just now. If I did it, the result would be the same. Do you know why Department Director Huo always says to save lives before treating illnesses?"
"Why?"
"Because many lives can't be saved." Doctor Zhou hugged Ling Ran as he spoke. When he saw that Ling Ran still had the same expression on his face, he could not help but say in resignation, "What are you thinking now?"
"The patient just now … had a sunburn on his neck."
"What?"
"He should be someone who spends a lot of time outdoors …" Ling Ran stretched out his arm and gestured at his neck. The sleeves of the shirt under his large white coat were buttoned neatly with three buttons.
Doctor Zhou was speechless. He was silent for a while before he sighed and said, "Come with me to the Shao family's restaurant after work. We'll have a drink before going back to sleep."
"Surgeons are not suited to drink …"
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