the next day.
Ling Ran reported to the emergency department of Yunhua Hospital as usual.
The management requirements of medical interns are similar to those of doctors, such as reporting on time and clocking in, etc., everything is available.
The difference from yesterday was that Ling Ran brought the lunch made by his mother with him.
Comrade Tao Ping seldom cooks. She has to devote her limited time to unlimited piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, singing and dancing, drinking tea, playing with cups, making Hanfu, taking pictures, female red embroidery...etc. It is impossible to manage housework day after day.
However, I have to say that Comrade Tao Ping's learning ability is as high as her appearance, and the food she cooks occasionally is often suspiciously delicious: I used this bowl yesterday, what kind of pig food did I eat
Therefore, Comrade Tao Ping distributed the bento she made to Ling Ran as a reward.
A bento consisting of roast beef, roast goose, Chinese sausage, lettuce, Chinese cabbage, potato, corn, avocado, pear, dragon fruit and rice, neatly served in a traditional Chinese style three-layer thin spiral lacquerware, filled with soy sauce , vinegar, salt and pepper, chili oil and mustard, just the sense of ritual is enough to make people speechless.
What's rare is that the taste is worthy of the visual effect - Ms. Tao Ping's seriousness in doing things is far beyond ordinary people, but it's just a little unproductive...
"Ling Ran, come with me." Doctor Zhou waited at the door of the office, and waved when he saw Ling Ran.
"What's wrong?" Ling Ran stepped into the room, quickly put down the lacquer box, and changed into a white coat.
"The director wants to see you." Doctor Zhou said with a solemn expression, "I didn't expect that you were actually an intern in the medical school. He wanted to review all the cases yesterday. Oh, why didn't you say it..."
"Yesterday was my first day of internship." Ling Ran really didn't know the rules in the hospital.
Dr. Zhou was a kind person, he patted his forehead, and said, "It's my fault too, I didn't ask you clearly. From the way you sewed up, I thought you were trained by another hospital."
Although the interns of the medical school and the training doctors of other hospitals all came to study, the level and status obviously varied widely.
Without waiting for Ling Ran to explain again, Doctor Zhou urged again: "Stop talking about this, after a while the director will ask you, don't say you don't understand, just say that I think you can do the operation, so I let you do the stitching." ,Understand?"
"Okay." Ling Ran replied very happily.
On the contrary, Dr. Zhou was a bit out of touch, and said, "Aren't you even modest?"
"Humble what?"
"If you put it this way, I have to take responsibility." Doctor Zhou waved his hand and said, "Forget it, medical interns can practice medicine under the authorization of the attending physician. Without the supervision and authorization of the attending physician Both of us are responsible for the operation, so you have to say that I authorized it."
He couldn't explain it more clearly.
Ling Ran nodded, and said, "All operations are carried out under your authorization and supervision."
"That's what it means." Doctor Zhou said with a smile, "Relax, we may be colleagues in the future, your suture practice is really good, you didn't learn it in school, you are very experienced. "
"Occasionally helping out in the clinic at home." What else could Ling Ran say.
"What's the name of the clinic at home?"
"Ditch Clinic."
Dr. Zhou memorized it secretly, thinking: Could it be a private clinic run by Mr. R
The director of the emergency department, Huo Congjun, was a wrinkled old doctor. After asking Ling Ran a few questions, he let him go. He just told Dr. Zhou to supervise him more.
After leaving the door, Ling Ran and Doctor Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, and then smiled at each other.
"Our director used to be a military doctor, and he was very efficient in his work. But don't take it lightly..." Dr. Zhou assumed Ling Ran's supervisory duties, so he couldn't help but say a few more words.
Ling Ran nodded yes.
Doctor Zhou sighed again: "It is said that doctors rely on talent, and your talent... is really good."
It would be a lie to say that I am not envious.
He has been practicing medicine for ten years, and he has only become an attending doctor. As far as the hospital's professional title curve is concerned, he has only climbed a little bit. As for the technology curve, it can only be said to be just the beginning.
However, judging from his current technical perspective, Ling Ran's suturing skills have really reached a certain level.
It is not easy to climb to a certain height in any technology, let alone a life-threatening technology like medicine, any improvement is commendable.
As far as Ling Ran's stitching level is concerned, even if he knows nothing else, he will not worry about having nothing to eat if he specializes in stitching in the future.
Otherwise, why would the strict director let Ling Ran go and let him continue to supervise and authorize him.
Only a doctor knows how difficult it is to improve the basic medical skills of suturing.
For a young medical student in his early twenties to be able to master high-level suturing techniques requires an extremely rare talent.
"Since the director has agreed, I will hand over all the sutured patients to you today." After Dr. Zhou's sigh, the idea of laziness came up again.
Ling Ran immediately agreed.
The two of them talked and returned to the emergency department. Ling Ran followed Dr. Zhou directly into the treatment room, envious of the little doctors and interns who were waiting outside to get in.
At the same time, Yang Hu also brought his father, Yang Zhongshu, to Yunhua Hospital and registered as an expert in hand surgery.