Yunhua Hospital is one of the most famous hospitals in Yunhua City, not to mention its comprehensive strength, its strength in hand surgery is recognized both inside and outside the industry.
Yang Hu wanted his father to have a reexamination, and Yunhua Hospital was naturally the first choice.
The extremely high fame brings, as well as staggering traffic.
Not only Yunhua City, but also nearby towns and outsiders came to see the doctor.
Yang Hu asked his wife to register in advance, and then pushed his father to the place in a wheelchair. He saw countless patients with their hands clasped, folded, wrapped, and stretched out.
Looking at the bustling crowd, Yang Hu couldn't help feeling a little dizzy: "How could there be so many people here?"
Yang Zhongshu was a little happy, and said, "I thought your dad was the only one who was careless. Human hands are used the most, so they are easily injured. I have been making noodle slices for so many years, and sometimes I miss it..."
Last night, he was often complained by his family members, and seeing so many patients at this time, he couldn't help being encouraged a little.
Yang Hu looked at his father with a smile on his lips, and said helplessly: "Dad, you were injured when you caught the knife with your hands, and then you went to a small clinic to have stitches, and then we came here."
"Actually, the stitches are pretty good. Didn't the doctor in the emergency department say there's nothing wrong with it yesterday?" Yang Zhongshu couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
"The doctor in the emergency department thinks you are not serious, so you didn't take a good look at it." Yang Hu snorted dissatisfiedly, and said again: "You are cutting noodles in a small restaurant, and you are the boss and the master chef, so you want to go to a big restaurant Do you want to be a master? Can a small clinic compare with a big hospital? As far as our clinic in Xiagou is concerned, the doctors there don’t even have enough shoes when they come to Yunhua Hospital.”
"Okay, okay, I've lost you by opening a small restaurant? Didn't I raise you up, and you're still healthy, otherwise, you have to be a frequent visitor to the Xiagou clinic." Yang Zhongshu, who opened the restaurant, Never lose with your mouth.
Yang Hu couldn't say enough, quickly lowered his head, and pushed the wheelchair in Xiagou Clinic quickly.
When Yang Zhongshu was called, Chief Physician Wang Haiyang was already a little sleepy. He turned around and yawned, took another sip of strong tea, and then opened Yang Zhongshu's medical case. More than that, review after suturing... well, let me see."
He first checked the color and temperature of the skin, touched it a few times with his hands, and asked, "Is there any discomfort?"
"No." Yang Zhongshu shook his head.
Yang Hu quickly added: "Well, because my dad was in a hurry, he went to the small clinic to do the stitches, so I was more worried..."
"The injury is so serious that you went to a small clinic for stitches?" Wang Haiyang woke up all of a sudden, and frowned, "You have to be responsible for your own body."
"I mean..." Yang Hu complained in his tone.
Yang Zhongshu smiled guiltyly again.
To be honest, if it was done by Dr. Xiong, he would still have two points of confidence. After all, he retired from a big hospital. Although he is old, it will not be too outrageous.
However, Ling Ran was in charge of stitching, so it was difficult to say.
Yang Zhongshu asked in a low voice: "Is my injury serious?"
He didn't say what the emergency doctor's judgment was yesterday, lest doctors and doctors interact with each other.
Wang Haiyang said: "The wound is so deep, the tendon must have been torn, and the nerve must have been injured. This is basically irreversible. The most important thing is whether the blood vessels are anastomosed well. If the blood supply is insufficient, the distal end will die. Like a finger, if it is necrotic, it can only be amputated."
Wang Haiyang frowned and said, "How can such a serious injury be seen in a small clinic. An injury like yours, sent to our emergency department in Yunhua, will be transferred to the surgical hospital for treatment."
Yang Zhongshu and Yang Hu's expression changed at the same time.
"Doctor, I work in a noodle shop, and I keep talking..." Yang Zhongshu's regret was also growing in his heart.
Yang Hu also asked: "Is there any remedy?"
Wang Haiyang sighed, and said, "You reach out first, and I'll check for bleeding on the edge of your skin."
"Oh." Yang Zhongshu endured the pain and stretched his arms.
Wang Haiyang ordered the graduate student next to him to prepare, and explained: "The skin edge bleeding inspection is to check the peripheral blood supply. Blood supply is the transportation and circulation of blood, which is an important indicator of recovery. The skin edge bleeding inspection is to cause A little damage, I didn't do it for you just now, and I didn't expect you to be so courageous."
"The other party sewed it right up." Yang Zhongshu was frightened, and his voice changed.
Yang Hu was even more anxious and said: "People can sew if they say so, and you don't know how to refuse."
Yang Zhongshu swallowed and did not speak.
"You do the test first." Wang Haiyang didn't dwell on this topic, and signaled the graduate students to operate.
From his point of view, inspection is very difficult to get a good result.
The suturing of the palm is a very delicate work, even Yunhua Hand Surgery, whether it can meet the high standard often depends on luck. It is basically impossible for the other party to restore all the functions of the hand.
Now, what I can struggle with is whether the distal end is necrotic.
In fact, Wang Haiyang is not optimistic about this.
Yunhua Hand Surgery performs so many operations every day, it is inevitable that some operations fail. What level can a small clinic achieve
When suturing, he didn't think it would be good to cause dead space or cavity. He even saw wounds in clinics where debridement was not done well.
"Director, some blood is coming out." The graduate student opened the curtain in the corner and came out to report.
"Is this good or not?" Yang Zhongshu and Yang Hu looked nervous.
"Let me take a look." Wang Haiyang didn't come to a conclusion immediately, he took a few glances himself before saying, "You're lucky."
Yang Zhongshu and Yang Hu both breathed a sigh of relief.
"The blood luck seems to have passed." Wang Haiyang glanced at Yang Zhongshu's palm again, while thinking, he explained casually: "Generally speaking, if there is no bleeding or purple blood, it means that there is something wrong with the blood luck. .Your bleeding situation is similar to that of a normal person. It may also be that the location of the injury is better... "
Wang Haiyang shook his head and said, "You said there was heavy bleeding?"
"Bleeding." Yang Zhongshu explained in semi-professional terms.
"So, the blood vessels are sutured well. I'll show you the condition of the nerves." Wang Haiyang then performed a tap test and found that the nerves grew well.
At this moment, Wang Haiyang suddenly became interested and asked, "Can you move your hands by yourself now?"
"It's more difficult." Yang Zhongshu said.
"The operation I just had yesterday, it must be difficult to do it today, but it's called rehabilitation, and it's very important." Wang Haiyang paused, put his hands on the table, and said: "You follow my movements, let's try flexion and extension first."
Yang Zhongshu flexed and stretched his fingers.
"Thumb abduction and adduction." Wang Haiyang said while demonstrating.
Yang Zhongshu's fingers followed suit. Although the range was small and the movements were slow, they were all completed.
"The palm of your hand again."
Yang Zhongshu finished as usual.
"Do another paper clipping experiment..."
Yang Zhongshu still finished.
Director Wang Haiyang fell into a long silence.
"Doctor? What should we do now?" Yang Zhongshu and Yang Hu were both cautious.
Wang Haiyang took a big sip of tea, and asked slowly, "Did you have the operation yesterday?"
"Yes, it was stitched up at the small clinic yesterday."
"You guys went to a private clinic." Wang Haiyang tried to correct their perception of size.
It was sutured yesterday, and the function of the hand has basically recovered today, and the hand surgery department of Yunhua Hospital has also done it. However, there is much more that cannot be done.
This is even more unbelievable considering the conditions of the clinic and the conditions of Yunhua Hospital.
To put it another way, every resident doctor in Yunhua Hand Surgery counts as one, and it is impossible for them to suture so well. Among the attendings, there are also a few top-notch people who can occasionally achieve similar effects.
As for the Deputy Chief Physician and Chief Physician, not to mention those who are promoted based on theory and crooked ways, but those who are praised by surgery, there is a 20 to 30% probability of getting such an effect.
On the contrary, it is a private clinic with high fees, and the chance of being haunted by acupoint masters is higher.
Yang Zhongshu knew what he meant, and shook his head blankly: "Private is private, but it is also a neighborhood clinic, which has been open for twenty or thirty years."
Yang Hu said: "It's just a small clinic in the community. It usually gives injections or something."
At this moment, Wang Haiyang didn't know what to say anymore, so he could only lower his head, opened a bunch of bills, and said, "Looking at it now, there is nothing wrong with it, you should do some more inspections."
Yang Hu obediently took it into his hand, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "So, there is no problem with the stitching?"
"It seems that there is no problem now, um, I will prescribe some medicine for you, and I will come back for a review in a few days... To actively do rehabilitation, it is to move your hands..." Wang Haiyang said, and issued two more bills.
Yang Hu went out to look at the payment number, and almost didn't throw it out: "The hospital is really dark!"