"Nurse Wang, there aren't many emergency patients today." The young resident rushed up to the little nurse and handed him a bottle of iced black tea.
"I don't drink sweets." Wang Jia didn't take the drink.
"Look at my memory." The resident doctor patted his head and smiled again: "It's already this time, everyone is exhausted, it's time for us to go to battle."
Resident doctors and nurses are colleagues. They are no better than interns who have no one to care about. It is not very authentic to let people wait for a long time without a chance to get started. Wang Jia softened her tone and said, "I don't have a job now."
"Is there any patient in the emergency department?" The resident doctor smiled.
The emergency department is equivalent to the screening department of a hospital. The emergency department of a larger hospital transfers a large number of patients to other departments every day, especially the critically ill patients. Most of them are sent to the operating room after simple treatment and stable life indicators. .
It can be said that as long as the emergency department wants to do something, there is endless work to do all day long.
Resident doctors also ran to the emergency department for surgery for this reason.
Wang Jia hesitated for a moment, but did not tell the situation in the treatment room, only said: "Today's patient is quite special..."
"I'm not afraid of special ones, we can do anything. Right, Old Wu." Another resident doctor came over and spoke with arms crossed.
Old Wu Zheng nodded: "Whether the ping pong ball is stuck on the top or stuffed under it, we can take it out."
Wang Jia has been a nurse for several years, and two resident doctors' dirty jokes can't knock him down. He said with a sullen face, "The standard in our emergency department is to take golf balls."
"How is golf possible..." Two young people who had just entered the industry were instantly killed.
"Okay, Dr. Wu, Dr. Li, come with me to help." After working as a nurse for a long time, she will always have a bit of a knife and a bean curd heart. Wang Jia is not forgiving, and the opportunity is still given to the residents. As for whether they can seize it, that is the decision of the department's attending and directors.
In the office a few meters away, the interns were looking outside eagerly, but they didn't even wait for the knife to come.
Dr. Wu and Dr. Li excitedly followed behind Wang Jia, and walked into the treatment room in three steps at a time.
Stepping over the threshold, the familiar heat hits us.
Doctors, nurses, patients and their family members are running back and forth in the small treatment room, taking a deep breath, as if they can breathe in the irritating breath.
The moods of Dr. Wu and Dr. Li are completely opposite. They cherish every opportunity to do it, whether it is picking up table tennis, golf or volleyball, they are duty-bound.
"Doctor Zhou, these people are all waiting to be stitched up. Would you like us to help?" Inpatient Wu first found a familiar emergency doctor, and then drooled as he looked at the big brothers sitting on the isolation bed.
After a period of surgery in the emergency department, he also found out the temper of the doctors. The distance between the director and the deputy director is too far apart, Dr. Zhou is most willing to give a chance to the first-level attending.
Of course, this can also be explained that although he is ugly, he is kind and willing to be lazy.
Dr. Zhou was slowly debridement of a big brother with a flower arm, and said in his mouth: "The sutures must be sutured, but they are not under my control."
"Huh? Has the assignment been changed?" Hospital Wu looked around strangely.
The emergency room is also managed separately. An attending doctor or a senior resident doctor will be in charge of a dozen beds to a few beds, and which bed a patient is assigned to is under the care of the doctor in charge to ensure that the responsibility falls to the individual.
Both the deputy chief physician and the chief physician only deal with the disease itself, and all other troubles of the patient are assigned to the attending physician and senior resident physician for daily maintenance.
In the impression of Hospital Wu and others, the hospital beds in front of them belonged to Dr. Zhou.
Dr. Zhou himself said indifferently: "They asked Dr. Ling to treat the wound."
"Who is Dr. Ling?" This surname is not common, so hospitalized Wu couldn't help looking around.
"That's right there." Doctor Zhou pointed.
As a local snake, he is not willing to advertise for Jianglong.
Following the direction indicated by Doctor Zhou, Inpatient Wu saw Ling Ran sitting in the cubicle at a glance.
"Isn't he an intern?" Hospital Wu opened his throat in surprise.
Doctor Zhou was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "You know him?"
"He came here with the interns this morning."
"Then you probably made a mistake." Doctor Zhou laughed. Others can be faked, but medical skills cannot be faked.
As far as Ling Ran's skills are concerned, the stitched leather is spread out, and it is estimated that it can help the Dutch circle another Taiwan. How could it be an intern.
Wu was hospitalized and didn't know much about the situation. His mind was mainly on practicing his hands. After a haha, he skipped the matter and said, "I think there are several patients waiting. Otherwise, let's go help first?"
Dr. Li next to him also nodded repeatedly.
Doctor Zhou chuckled twice, and said, "Go and ask the patient if he is willing."
"Who came to the emergency department, and who chose a doctor?" Wu was inexplicably hospitalized.
Dr. Zhou glanced at him and said, "I want to choose, what can you do?"
Wu was hospitalized and questioned.
The resident doctor Li who came with him didn't believe in evil, so he found a kind-faced elder brother with a unicorn tattoo on his arm, and asked with a smile, "Does your wound hurt? Sit down, and I'll stitch it up for you first."
Boys who like unicorns can't be too violent.
The kind-faced elder brother Huayi looked at Hospital Li with disdain, and said, "I'll wait for Doctor Ling."
"You're just a simple suture, and it's the same for anyone who does it." In order to be able to get started, resident doctor Li pays more attention to the unicorn brother than to his girlfriend.
The unicorn brother sneered, and said, "Don't think I'm a baby, I've been to your Yunhua's emergency room a lot, and it doesn't matter who does it, have you seen the stag on my arm?"
"Is this a deer?" Resident Li's eyes widened, and he was lost in thought as he stared at a deer's head with one horn. Don't current tattoo artists look at the animal world
The unicorn brother said bitterly: "This antler was stitched off by an idiot doctor, so it can only be washed into a unicorn. If you stitch it off again, what should I do?"
"Change the horse's head." The flower-armed brother next to him laughed three times: Hahahaha!
"It's easy to be recognized as a donkey's head."
"The donkey's head counts for others to save face. It can be said to be a big dick. It would be miserable to become a mule."
A few people had obviously discussed this topic, and when they talked about it, they all laughed to and fro.
"Broken-tailed tiger, crooked-legged dragon, wooden arhat, what are you proud of?" The unicorn brother raised his arm, the bloody unicorn is very cute.
Dr. Wu held back a smile and looked over, only to see that the tiger's tail was obviously wrong on Brother Broken-tailed Tiger's arm.
The crooked foot dragon is not so obvious. You have to look carefully to find that the clouds under the dragon's belly are covered with claws.
Wood Arhat made Dr. Wu a little confused.
Doctors like to solve problems.
Doctor Wu thought hard.
The owner of the wooden arhat became more and more unhappy under Dr. Wu's gaze, and said, "I used to get eighteen arhat tattoos. Doctor idiot."
Dr. Wu was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't laugh out loud.
"You happened to have injured your tattoo, so there's nothing you can do about it." Hospital Wu concealed a smile, and explained by the way: "Your wounds were probably relatively large at the beginning, and the muscle tissue was probably turned up. After cleaning the wounds and suturing them, it must not be in harmony with the wound." It's the same as before."
"If you can't sew, you can't sew, and you talk so much." Several people listened impatiently to his words.
Hospital Wu said seriously, "It's not that I don't know how to sew. Suturing also depends on the conditions, and it doesn't mean that you can sew whatever you want."
"How can someone's plastic surgeon sew it casually." The unicorn brother was even more displeased.
He's also used to unicorns now, at least the girls like them, and he really doesn't want to change to a horse's head or a donkey's head.
Hospital Wu was defeated by the other party's logic. After thinking for a few seconds, he said uncomfortably: "In short, whether the tattoo is injured, whether it can be stitched well, does not depend on the technique, but on the condition of the injury. It depends on luck. It can only help you sew the scar smaller.”
Brother Unicorn smiled suddenly, and said: "I was almost bluffed by you. I think you are an old bastard, you can't fight anymore, and you are blowing up the sky. Look at Dr. Ling, how do you sew? OK! You, you are not good enough."
When he said this, several injured flower-armed brothers agreed with each other, recognized Dr. Ling, and all laughed at Wu's "not enough level" in the hospital.
Wu was hospitalized and his face was flushed.
After studying for more than ten years, he ranks among the top grades in the exams every time, and his college entrance examination scores are among the top 5,000 in the province. He was admitted to the 985 Medical School and studied hard for five years. After getting out of work, he joined the famous Yunhua Hospital in the province, leaving early and returning late, staying up late to study, queuing up outside the emergency department to fight for every opportunity, and then...
To be ridiculed by several flower-armed brothers for not being good enough
Inpatient Wu snorted softly, and didn't even think about suturing, so he got up and went to the cubicle where Dr. Ling was.
Hospitalized Wu was still thinking while walking: sutures are nothing more than sutures, can they still make a flower
Immediately afterwards, he saw Ling Ran's operation.
Unpretentious
nonexistent.
Looking at the movement of the flying needle and thread, laymen also know that it is not simple.
For a moment, Wu was hospitalized and wanted to say "exaggerated" satirically.
However, looking at the back of the patient's back, the big eagle whose forehead had been split off slowly recovered to its original state. Wu was hospitalized and really couldn't say the word.
Every movement of Ling Ran from inserting the needle to tying the knot is not only standard, but also deliberate, otherwise, under normal circumstances, the carving on the patient's back would be headshot and would not be able to close together.
It's just that ordinary doctors don't think so much about a tattoo.
Doctors are there to save lives, not your tattoo artist. Sophisticated medical skills are more willing to be used inside the patient's skin than outside the skin.
Of course, most doctors do not have sophisticated medical skills.
The energy of most doctors is even more limited.
Except for residents.
Wu was hospitalized thinking of this, and suddenly had the urge to cry.
The tearful eyes lasted at least five seconds.
Then, hospitalist Wu collected his emotions, suppressed his impulse, stepped on his dignity, and came behind Ling Ran with the shamelessness of a resident doctor, and praised in a bel canto: "Doctor Ling, you sew really well. Your this How did you do it!"
The learning spirit of residents is so pure.
Ling Ran, who had sewed to the tenth person, was looking forward to the role of experience points after the task was completed. He was suddenly asked, and said inattentively, "It's a gift package for beginners."
Hospital Wu was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Doctor Ling is so humorous, we met in the lounge before, you came with the interns, I thought you were an intern too, you work part-time in medical school? "
"Call me Ling Ran. I'm an intern, so I'm not humorous." Ling Ran's tone was a bit harsh.
He had to concentrate to finish the dressing, which was not part of master stitching.
Hospital Wu couldn't care about Ling Ran's tone, and the word "intern" shocked him.
Hospital Wu blinked his eyes and slapped his thigh fiercely: "I knew it! I knew it..."
Interns are still medical students who have not graduated in essence. When they see residents, they often call their teachers.
but!
but…
This guy sews really well.
Wu hospitalized inexplicably recalling the season when the peaches were overripe. At the age of 30, with the living expenses he saved as a single, he ordered the Giant ATX that he has been dreaming of for a long time online. The elementary school boy who just entered the freshman year drove the BMW 330 rewarded by his father to deliver the goods to his door. Friends accompany him to work and study together...
Eyes are inexplicably moist.