In Yunyi conference room, the floor-to-ceiling glass with white walls and red floors is serious, tense and lively.
More than a dozen doctors in white coats sat on one side of the conference table and looked at Ling Ran, the reporter, and the patient in the middle. On the surface, they seemed to be having a consultation, but in fact, they all took out their mobile phones and started Prepare for tonight's circle of friends.
If someone else, or a day earlier, saw Ling Ran holding the pennant, and it was for hand surgery, the doctors today would only make countless complaints, and they would never take pictures of him.
Taking a photo of Ling Ran and complaining about him can easily turn the topic of the circle of friends into a crooked one.
But at this moment, more than a dozen chief physicians, deputy chief physicians, attending physicians, residents, and Ma Yanlin in white coats all felt that it was appropriate for Ling Ran to accept the interview or accept the banner.
The operating table is the touchstone.
Chief Physician Wang Haiyang, Deputy Chief Physicians Fei Zhou and Guo Jianming can be said to be the three most authoritative in Yunyi Hand Surgery for severed finger replantation. As a result, the amount of sutures combined by the three is almost equal to that of Ling Ran.
This kind of hanging and beating was seen by all the doctors, both surprised and admired, but no one would say it.
Even Wang Haiyang, Fei Zhou and Guo Jianming were just secretly hurt.
Surgeons are the most accustomed to and can most agree with such things as good technique.
Reporter Zou Yawen agreed with Ling Ran even more.
She first directed Zheng Qi, posed for a picture of the pennant and Ling Ran, then grabbed the photographer's arm, and nervously said to Ling Ran, "Doctor Ling, eat a crayfish."
Director Wang Haiyang also came to his senses, and quickly said, "Ling Ran, this is a very good news topic, please cooperate."
Although he wanted to poach Ling but failed, Ling Ran was promoting the hand surgery project, at least it was the Yunyi project, Director Wang Haiyang was very supportive.
The value of star doctors to a hospital cannot be ignored.
Especially at the level of Yunyi, all hospitals are pursuing fame rather than profit.
To be famous but to seek profit is like Zhang Fei eating bean sprouts, which is a piece of cake; to seek fame after making a lot of money is like a mouse digging into a bull's horn, making every step tight.
The Hand Surgery Department gathered 10 doctors to replant children's amputated fingers, and invited Zou Yawen, just for a news report.
The patient sent a pennant to peel crayfish. If it can be publicized more widely, Wang Haiyang will only support it.
Comrade Fei Zhou, an ordinary middle-aged male doctor who was not bald and wanted to go out just now, also turned around and looked over.
Under the eyes of a group of people, Ling Ran picked up the transparent gloves without any hesitation, then grabbed the crayfish meat that Zheng Qi had peeled off, dipped it in the sauce from the takeaway box, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"It's so beautiful." Zou Yawen admired, and then asked the photographer: "Did you take a picture of it?"
"How difficult it can be." The photographer rolled his eyelids and said again: "Can we pinch it a little easier?"
"It's fine to pinch the red ones, I'm sorry if you pinch the green ones." Zou Yawen joked, took it lightly, and then asked Zheng Qi: "Mr. Zheng, why did you think of buying crayfish for Dr. Ling? "
"Oh, when I was recovering, I heard them say what Dr. Ling likes to eat, and I thought, when my hand is healed, I will peel a crayfish for Dr. Ling and thank him." Zheng Qi said casually.
"Who are they?" Zou Yawen asked curiously.
"Nurse in the recovery room."
"The nurses all know what Dr. Ling likes to eat?"
"They seem to have a group, or a post bar or something, discussing it..."
"That." Comrade Fei Zhou, an ordinary middle-aged male doctor who is not bald, couldn't take it anymore: "This...comrade reporter, aren't we talking about surgery? Why have they all turned into crayfish?"
Zou Yawen said seriously: "This crayfish is very meaningful."
Fei Zhou: "Huh?"
Zou Yawen raised her chin slightly, raised her head, and said in a lyrical tone: "Patients who have not recovered for a long time, in order to find someone who can treat themselves..."
"I'm an emergency." Zheng Qi corrected him kindly.
"Oh. I'll start again..." Zou Yawen lowered her head, reorganized her words, and said, "Emergency patients, have the will to die..."
"I don't want to die." Zheng Qi said dissatisfied.
Zou Yawen nodded: "In this way, a patient who doesn't want to die came to Yun Doctor..."
Fei Zhou couldn't help it: "What does crayfish have to do with this?"
"Crayfish represents the degree of recovery, and there is also the patient's gratitude, right?" Zou Yawen cheered up and said, "I don't know how you judge whether your hand is healed, but I think it is good to be able to peel crayfish." Bar."
Fei Zhou thought for a while, but did not refute.
Naturally, hand functions cannot be covered by peeling shrimps. For example, whether the hands are shaking or whether palms can be folded are all manifestations of hand functions. However, facing such a reporter, he feels that peeling shrimps is considered a good understanding.
Zou Yawen concluded cheerfully: "Think about it, crayfish also represent the civic culture in China today. The pennant can also relate to the most anxious and caring relationship between doctors and patients in urban life. So I say... this gentleman , you can peel some more shrimps, let’s take more pictures.”
Zheng Qi obediently stepped forward and continued to peel the shrimp.
Most of his hands are healed. Peeling the shrimp is a little bit harder, but it is a good way of exercising.
Zheng Qi peeled the prawns slowly, his movements were slow, and his functions had indeed recovered well.
The doctors present also discussed quietly, thinking that this detection method is very good.
Zou Yawen said again: "Doctor Ling, please eat a few more shrimps."
Ling Ran nodded, put on his gloves again, and silently dipped a few shrimps into the seasoning and ate them.
"Wait, take a picture like this." Zou Yawen couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed a shrimp with her bare hands, and gently sent it to Ling Ran's hand, her eyes seemed to be burning with flames.
There was light in the eyes of several young doctors: good medical skills, so there is such a treatment
"You didn't wash your hands, didn't you?" Ling Ran frowned as he watched the crayfish getting closer.
Zou Yawen froze for a moment: "Huh?"
"Throw away this shrimp." Ling Ran's expression was a little serious.
Zou Yawen threw the shrimp to the side of the table with a red face.
"Reporter Zou, Dr. Ling, shall we go to the ward?" Director Wang Haiyang smoothed things over with a smile.
"Alright, let's go to the ward to have a look." Zou Yawen quickly agreed, stepping on 10cm stiletto high heels, and left the meeting room first with her chest up and hips, her eyes searching the bathroom.
The doctors bowed to each other and followed closely behind.
In the end, there were only three young doctors left in the conference room.
"Let's go."
"gone."
"You go first."
The three of them were even more humble, and their tone was extremely polite.
"Excuse me, I'll clean it up." Pan Jinyue came back from the outside, holding a paper towel in his hand, wiped off the few drops of soup left on the table, and finally rolled up the shrimp left by Zou Yawen, Throw it into the trash can together.
The three little doctors watched his movements closely, and after a few seconds, they all let out a sigh of relief.
"I'm going back."
"There is something else."
"Let's go."
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