Ling Ran was already somewhat used to the abruptness of the system, so he paused for a moment before continuing as if nothing had happened.
The skinny Doctor Xiong looked up at Ling Ran, but shouted, "Juanzi, come and help."
He has retired from the hospital for almost 10 years, but he also knows how good a freshly graduated intern is, so he doesn't expect Ling Ran to be able to help.
Juanzi is the signature nurse of Xiagou Clinic. There is only one nurse in the Xiagou Clinic, who weighs 180 kilograms and weighs two each.
The old wooden floor makes a thumping sound, and you know that Juanzi is moving fast, which gives people a very sense of security.
"What are you doing?" Juanzi's voice was equally forceful.
"Let's re-pack Boss Yang's wound." Dr. Xiong said, directing Boss Yang to sit in the treatment room, and dispersed the crowd of onlookers.
Ling Ran took advantage of the situation and followed up with the treatment room.
As for the patients with only stab wounds, he has handled more than a dozen cases today, and he is already quite confident.
The treatment room of the small clinic is usually used for injections and stitches removal. There is a large hospital nearby. Ordinary people are willing to go to the emergency department for suturing wounds, but when it comes time to remove the stitches, they don't bother to register.
Of course, according to the requirements of the health department, the small clinic is also equipped with appropriate debridement, suture and disinfection equipment.
While Dr. Xiong slowly opened the towel wrapped around Boss Yang's hands, Ling Ran prepared a large suture bag by himself.
Needle holder, toothless tweezers, toothed tweezers, curved scissors, straight scissors, tissue forceps, blood vessel forceps, cloth forceps…
Ling Ran counted them one by one.
Suturing is the simplest surgical treatment, but it is also a minor operation, and all instruments are essential.
"Let me help you with a quick treatment. Disinfect first..." Dr. Xiong washed his hands, took out hydrogen peroxide, and prepared to pour it on Boss Yang's wound.
Crash.
Ling Ran turned on the faucet and began to wash his hands in seven steps...
Dr. Xiong suppressed the cough in his throat with a groan, and said, "Xiao Ran, let's do a simple disinfection and then stop the bleeding."
Ling Ran turned around and smiled. He has nothing to explain, there are some things that cannot be explained clearly.
Dr. Xiong couldn't let go of his bloody palm, but instead cared about what Ling Ran was doing when he washed his hands.
After two sentences, Dr. Xiong still focused his attention on Boss Yang's palm, and said while pouring the disinfectant, "You were cut by a knife. The advantage is that debridement is easy, but the disadvantage is that the wound is deeper. , probably injured a tendon, it is best to go to Yunhua Hospital to see..."
"Let me take over." Ling Ran watched as Dr. Xiong completed the disinfection steps, put on his gloves, sat on the chair next to Dr. Xiong, and gently turned Boss Yang, who faced him in astonishment. Ling Ran.
Dr. Xiong and Juanzi looked at each other even more.
As a neighbor in the neighborhood, Boss Yang naturally knew Ling Ran and knew that he went to medical school. However, people in the society couldn't be more clear about the gap between studying and doing things.
Boss Yang endured the pain and said, "Ling Ran, this can't be called a minor injury."
"It's just the palm, it hasn't been cut off yet, so it's not too heavy." Ling Ran said comfortingly.
Boss Yang muttered "cut off", and suddenly became restless.
Common diseases, most patients have a certain understanding. Many of the patients received in the emergency department were caused by accidents, and they did not have a corresponding understanding of their own conditions, so the opinions of doctors should prevail.
Boss Yang looked at Dr. Xiong hesitantly.
In a medical institution, patients are very easily influenced by doctors. They do not have the corresponding knowledge reserves, and they themselves are facing crises, large or small, so they are easily influenced by professional or seemingly professional people.
For Boss Yang, it is normal to go to a big hospital to treat the wound, but it is obviously a bit daunting to bump around ten kilometers holding the bleeding wound.
In contrast, Dr. Xiong became even more skeptical, and changed his address, saying, "Ling Ran, we still focus on safety..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ling Ran was already holding the tweezers and began to operate them.
Boss Yang yelled "Ouch".
"Give anesthesia after debridement, it's not easy to re-infect, be patient." Ling Ran said, then turned his head and smiled: "Sister Juanzi, please take 2% lidocaine and dilute it to 1% .In addition, prepare a little more hydrogen peroxide and complex iodine."
Debridement and sutures basically followed the same process, and Ling Ran didn't have any extra details, so he operated step by step.
Seeing that Dr. Xiong didn't respond, Juanzi followed suit.
In fact, Ling Ran was already using the scissors, and Dr. Xiong hesitated even if he wanted to object.
Under normal circumstances, it doesn't matter if he thinks about it for half a minute or a minute longer.
But with Ling Ran's master butt stitching technique, one minute is long enough to sew dozens of stitches.
Speaking of it, Boss Yang’s injury is really not a minor injury. The severed tendon will affect the function of the hand. If the suture is not good, it is possible that the grip will be weak in the future, so that it will not be able to do delicate work.
If he was sent to the emergency department of Yunhua Hospital, the attending doctor would most likely send him to the hand surgery department.
From the doctor's point of view, Boss Yang's injury was actually more serious than that of Brother Huayi who was cut.
However, to Ling Ran, there was not much difference.
The master-level butt joint method he mastered is stronger than most doctors in Yunhua Hospital, and much stronger.
Suturing the tendon is a challenge for the doctors in the emergency department of Yunhua Hospital, but it is an ordinary job for the surgery department.
But for Ling Ran, it was even easier.
Boss Yang runs a noodle restaurant, and for more than ten years, he has relied on his handicrafts to make a living. In other words, he needs a fully functional hand to work.
Sent to the hospital, he might get better stitches, but he might also get average medical care.
Ling Ran believed that his own technology could minimize the chances of being negative.
He sewed very carefully, and the speed was slower than in the emergency room, but the effect was outstanding.
"It's finished, I'll bandage it for you now. Don't let the wound see water, remember to change the dressing..." Ling Ran reminded him as usual.
Dr. Xiong next to him was dumbfounded a long time ago, and thought: Is Yunda Medical College really so good
As far as he knows, an intern from a medical school may not be able to do this kind of suture independently after graduating from a medical school and working as a trainee for two years, and then as a resident for another two years.
Ling Jieyu was more straightforward, rubbing his hands and said excitedly: "Son, at your level, you are qualified to come to our clinic for consultation."
Although he is not a doctor himself, he is well-informed. Most importantly, Dr. Xiong supervised the whole process, which in itself is enough for him to feel at ease.
Ling Ran said, "I still have an internship."
"It would be nice to help save some salary." Ling Jie porridge sighed.
Dr. Xiong was unmoved, and said calmly: "The salary can't be less than a dime."
Ling Jie congee said "Hey" and wanted to go forward to argue, but someone behind him yelled:
"Dad, Dad, where are you?"
It was too late and then quickly, when I saw a muscular figure rushing towards him.
"It's finished, it's all right." Boss Yang pointed to his half-bandaged hand and forced a smile.
Boss Yang felt restless, and his son became even more nervous. His eyes widened and he asked, "Didn't you call an ambulance? Why did you sew here?"
"It's already been sewn up in the clinic, so why send it to the hospital." As a neighbor, Boss Yang was somewhat embarrassed, and said weakly: "Huzi, don't worry..."
"Can I not be in a hurry? It takes a lifetime to lose a hand. Can a large hospital compare with a small clinic?" Yang Hu looked aggressively at Dr. Xiong and Ling Ran who were wearing white coats, and finally, his eyes locked on Dr. Xiong. , asked: "How dare you do it with such a serious injury? My dad eats with his hands. If he can't recover his normal functions, you can support my dad for the rest of his life."
Dr. Xiong rubbed his chin and said vaguely: "Normal function, this concept is too big..."
"It's finished." Ling Ran clapped his hands and said, "The operation went well. You can take him to the hospital for an examination. After the operation, pay attention to his activities and rehabilitation. There is a high probability of returning to normal functions."
"That is to say, there is still a possibility of not being able to recover?" Yang Hu was even more dissatisfied.
Ling Ran frowned, but before he could speak, he was held back by his father.
Ling Jiecong knew his son's character too well, so he pulled him behind his back, and immediately said to Yang Hu: "The possibility of not being able to recover does exist, but the probability is very low, just like buying a lottery ticket. If you really encounter it, you can deal with it way, isn't it?"
Yang Hu was stunned by what he said, is there a high chance of rebuttal? Isn't that cursing your father
"Huzi, our Xiagou clinic has been open for decades, and we have treated thousands of old neighbors. When did you see us messing up and causing problems? We don't do things that are not sure. "Ling Jiezhou's speech was not fast, but it was very contagious.
Yang Hu's anger subsided a little. Indeed, although Xiagou Clinic is a small clinic, it is a small clinic in an alley. Before he went to university, he had a headache and he came here to see it.
"What about your father's injury? Whether it's serious or not. The ambulance didn't come. I don't know if there will be a traffic jam when it comes, or if there will be a traffic jam when it passes. We have the ability to deal with it, so we decided to deal with it." I can't just watch him bleed like this." Ling Jie porridge didn't understand medical skills, but gave people empathy.
He patted Yang Hu on the shoulder and said again: "Don't worry, since you are worried, take your father to the hospital for a check-up. After the check-up, if there is no problem, then come to us to settle the medical expenses, okay?"
"You have said both positive and negative things." Yang Hu couldn't lose his temper, and thought about it: "I will take my dad to a big hospital for an examination to see if there is any remedy. If there is no problem, forget it. problem...”
He didn't continue, he picked up his father angrily, put him on the wheelchair at the door of the clinic, pushed him away...
Juanzi wanted to stop her as soon as she inserted her hand, but was blocked by Ling Jieyu.
"Don't worry, we're doing neighborhood business, so we'll just have to come back when the time comes." Ling Jie Porridge, who has been running the clinic for 30 years, has gone through all the storms, and his mood is quite stable.
Ling Ran looked in the direction of the gate and fell into deep thought: It seems that the task will not be considered completed until they finish the inspection.