Lower Groove Clinic.
Ling Ran went home and slept for a long time. He only got out of bed at eight o 'clock the next morning to wash up.
With the help of the Energy Elixir, he actually did not feel sleepy. However, the feeling of sleeping itself was quite good, especially when he was sleeping on his own bed.
"Son, you're up." Ling Jiezhou could not help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Ling Ran coming down the stairs. His whole body relaxed, and his fat belly became soft again.
"Yes, you're up."
"I've cooked porridge for you, baked pancakes, boiled milk, some donkey meat I bought yesterday, and some freshly fried vegetables … I've peeled a plate of fruit …" Ling Jiezhou introduced the table full of dishes.
Ling Ran was surprised. "What's wrong?"
"Your father is worried about you." Tao Ping glanced at Ling Jiezhou with a smile and said, "When he woke up this morning, he thought that you made porridge, but when he found that the kitchen was cold, he started to worry about you again."
"Young Ran, you usually wake up very early." Ling Jiezhou was a little embarrassed. He coughed a few times and asked Ling Ran, "Are you very tired in the hospital? If you're tired, you can take two days off. Aren't you the group leader now? You can always take some time off, right? "
"I'm not tired. I just want to sleep in." Ling Ran sat in front of the table, took a pair of chopsticks, and started wolfing down the food.
"I say, sleep in when you want to. Sometimes, sleeping in is more comfortable than anything else …" Ling Jiezhou sat across Ling Ran with a smile.
Tao Ping had not seen her son for a few days, so she held a teacup and sat by the side. She felt at ease as she watched Ling Ran eat and drink.
Ling Jiezhou immediately noticed Tao Ping's expression. He smiled and said, "Now that I think about it, isn't it better to let our son run the clinic at home? The clinic makes a lot of money, and life is easy. He stays at home, and we can see him whenever we want. If we don't want to see him, we can just kick him out of the clinic … "
"What nonsense are you talking about? Of course he has a future in the hospital." Tao Ping pretended to snort.
Ling Jiezhou snorted. "As long as my wife is happy, my son's future doesn't matter …"
"Don't talk nonsense." Tao Ping rolled her eyes at her husband. Then, she smiled.
"I'm full." Ling Ran put down the bowl and stood up.
Ling Jiezhou stood behind them and shouted, "Eat some more, don't waste it … What are we eating for lunch?"
"Whatever." Ling Ran patted his stomach and sat on the recliner in the middle of the courtyard.
When Ling Jiezhou saw this, he could not help but be stunned. "Huh? Are you really going to have lunch at home?"
"Yes." Ling Ran's answer was also resolute.
"You're not going to the hospital?"
"Let's rest today."
"Nothing happened at the hospital, right?"
"No."
"What's so special about today?"
Ling Ran sighed. "The hospital beds are full."
With the number of hospital beds he currently had, it was actually not easy to fill them up. After all, the prognosis of his patients was better than average. Even if he adopted the strategy of staying in the hospital for a long time, the average patient would not stay in the hospital for a long time. Besides, the hospital stay before the surgery was also very short. When he was not performing orthopedic surgeries, the ward turnover rate of Ling Ran's treatment group had gradually approached the average.
However, in the past few days, after Lu Wenbin started his special training, the hospital beds in Ling Ran's treatment group became crowded again, so much so that they could not keep up with the cycle of adding more beds.
Lu Wenbin's M-Tang technique required a relatively long recovery period. If it were other hospitals, they might let the patients go home to recuperate. However, according to Ling Ran's requirement of staying in the hospital for a long time, this group of patients became the straw that broke the camel's back.
This was something that could not be helped. In the past, Ling Ran was the chief surgeon in Ling Ran's treatment group. Zhang Anmin and Lu Wenbin could only occasionally be chief surgeons once or twice. The number of chief surgeries they performed in a week added up to a dozen.
However, as Lu Wenbin and Zhang Anmin gradually became more mature, the number of chief surgeons naturally increased. The average number of surgeries they performed every week was twenty, which was the level of ordinary doctors in Yun Hua Hospital. A treatment group must guarantee the number of surgeries performed by the surgeons.
It could only be said that the speed at which Ling Ran's treatment group grew stronger far exceeded the speed at which the number of hospital beds increased.
This was also a common situation faced by hospitals and doctors in the country. Even Ling Ran could not ask for the number of hospital beds to increase continuously.
Of course, if the Emergency Medical Center had its own ICU, the number of hospital beds would naturally increase as well.
Ling Jiezhou was also familiar with the ecological environment in the hospital. When he heard what Ling Ran said, he felt relieved. He chuckled and said, "If the hospital beds are full, then rest well. How about this, I'll make a crispy streaky pork for lunch to nourish your body."
"Okay." Ling Ran was naturally not picky. He turned on his phone and tapped on Kings of Glory.
Ling Jiezhou did not disturb him. He changed his clothes and went to the market.
When he came back, there was a large piece of fatty streaky pork in his bag. Ling Jiezhou took it and blanched it. After boiling it for a while, he took it out, changed the knife, turned the meat over, and poked it with a pair of scissors …
After that, Ling Jiezhou spread the sauce he prepared on the meat and carefully spread a thin layer of baking soda on the skin of the pork.
The crispy skin of the crispy streaky pork could only be achieved by baking soda.
"Today's pork is pretty good." Ling Jiezhou was busy preparing lunch. When he walked out of the kitchen, he first praised himself, then looked at Ling Ran lazily playing games on his phone. He could not help but feel displeased. "If you don't have enough hospital beds in the hospital, you can perform surgeries in the clinic at home. When we renovated the clinic last time, the operating theaters were all standard. As long as we put in the equipment, we can perform normal surgeries. Now, Doctor Miao is using them for plastic surgery. It's quite a waste. "
Ling Ran's hands froze when he heard that, and the screen turned gray.
Ling Ran sighed, put down his phone, and said, "I often perform hepatectomy now, and the clinic doesn't have the conditions for that."
"You only know how to perform hepatectomy?" Ling Jiezhou said casually to his son, "You can perform the minor surgeries you know in the clinic. I don't think it'll be a problem. Just treat it as an expansion of hospital beds."
Ling Ran was tempted when he heard that.
The recovery period for orthopedic surgeries was relatively long. This was also one of the reasons why big hospitals increasingly did not like to perform surgeries such as finger replantation. Not only did doctors need to spend a lot of energy to perform surgeries, but the longer recovery period also reduced the utilization rate of hospital beds. Besides, surgeries such as finger replantation were not high-class. They were blue-collar jobs, so the bigger the hospital was, the less willing they were to perform them.
Correspondingly, it was already a trend for small hospitals to develop the Hand Surgery Department. Surgeries such as Achilles tendon repair surgery could be performed by lower-class hospitals because the hardware conditions were met.
"If you want to carry out surgeries in the clinic, the nurses and anesthetists must also be qualified." Ling Ran looked at his father.
"Just get the nurses and anesthetists from your hospital over." Ling Jiezhou did not think too much about it.
"Seems like it'll work." Ling Ran hesitated for a moment and said, "If there are patients who are willing to perform surgeries in the clinic, I'll come over to take a look."
"Find one and try it out later." Ling Jiezhou was also not too formal. He mainly could not stand his son lying around, and he was not eager to expand the clinic.
However, Doctor Miao, who sat at the other end of the courtyard, was shocked.
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