"Reporter Zou, take a look. The rehabilitation room of our Yunyi Hospital can be said to be the first in the province. The establishment of a professional rehabilitation department is also the first initiative of our hand surgery department." Wang Haiyang walked all the way and introduced the situation to Zou Yawen.
The rehabilitation room of hand surgery is spacious and bright, with a large area and a large number of rooms. It has always been the publicity facade of hand surgery and Yunyi.
Zou Yawen posed several poses to take pictures.
Wang Haiyang continued to introduce cheerfully: "The ratio of our rehabilitation room to hospital bed is very high, not only in Changxi Province, but also among the best in the whole country..."
With a smile on her face, Zou Yawen walked around a few rooms, and then listened to various introductions, and soon got bored.
She didn't want to delve into the differences between different rehabilitation rooms, so she asked, "Doctor Ling, do you have any patients in the rehabilitation room?"
Obviously, Zou Yawen has escaped from the embarrassment of shrimp.
Ling Ran was sent to the front again, and said, "Yes."
"Can I see your patient?" Zou Yawen's tone was soft and weak, giving the impression that she was the kind of hostess who was easily bullied, which not only made boys feel protective.
However, the female doctors and nurses present silently glanced at Zou Yawen with disdain.
"If you look at the patient's wristband, you can tell who the patient belongs to. It shows that the emergency department belongs to me." Ling Ran's answer was unavoidably a bit unsatisfying.
Zou Yawen pouted lightly, just in time to enter a new rehabilitation room, and went to look at the wristbands of the patients one by one. The seductiveness of the small movements and the pitiful association immediately made several little doctors Get angry.
However, everyone can't stand together. Could it be that Ling Ran should go to comfort the female reporter? Didn't that push this weak and intellectual female reporter to Ling Ran
Everyone looked at Zou Yawen's movement of bending over and raising her buttocks, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
"These are all Dr. Ling's patients... ah, this one too... this one too... all of them..." Zou Yawen looked over one by one and let out a soft exclamation.
Ling Ran's expression was dull: "This rehabilitation room is allocated to the emergency department."
"You didn't tell me earlier, you still let me look at the bracelet." Zou Yawen patted Ling Ran's arm lightly, and she screamed inwardly, followed by a burst of happiness.
Ling Ran thought to himself, I am teaching you a general method, but you directly want the answer.
Ling Ran would not give any good looks to those who directly asked for an answer, and naturally he would not even explain it.
Zou Yawen was too good at observing words and expressions. Seeing Ling Ran's expression seemed unhappy, she immediately began to reflect: Does Doctor Ling not like others touching him? That's impossible, maybe he doesn't like girls who are too proactive... It's possible, but how can you attract Doctor Ling's attention if you don't take the initiative? Well, Dr. Ling may be the kind of man who has a special desire to conquer, like fifty shades of gray... oh, what a shame.
So, after posing a beautiful pose, Zou Yawen concentrated on her work.
In terms of work alone, Zou Yawen is actually quite good.
She is a high-achieving student who graduated from Wudaokou School of Finance. Because of her beautiful looks and her professional counterpart, she joined a certain provincial financial channel as a host, but she resigned because she couldn't stand the entanglement of a middle-aged man with a normal appearance who was older and had a family. "Yunhua Daily".
For interviews, Zou Yawen has her own skills and confidence.
I saw that she found a middle-aged man with average appearance and older age, first taught him the correct order of peeling shrimp, and then handed over a crayfish she just bought, the man ignored the pain in his fingers and peeled up.
"Wow, it's really good to peel." Zou Yawen praised, took another box of crayfish, and found another patient.
Everyone is very cooperative.
Don't talk about beautiful women or not, when facing the camera, everyone should always be more well-behaved.
A group of doctors watched Zou Yawen posing for photos and interviewing, but they could only watch in silence.
For them, peeling crayfish as a criterion for finger recovery is really amateurish, but they are amateurs in the first place.
"Wow, are you also operated by Dr. Ling?"
"Wow, will you recover in a few days?"
"Wow, your recovery speed is very fast recently, isn't it?"
Zou Yawen moved back and forth in the rehabilitation room, her posture was graceful, her language was witty, and she kept admiring the value of hand surgery and doctors, making the little doctors feel light-headed.
"Wow, did you replant the severed finger performed by Dr. Ling?" Zou Yawen came to another patient and asked.
"I'm here to change the dressing." 31-year-old Mao Penghai, sweating cold, was punctured by a nurse to use heparin to protect his fingers from being killed by blood clots.
Zou Yawen looked at the still black fingers, and said in fear, "It looks serious."
"No nonsense." Mao Penghai was sweating coldly, and his attitude was extremely bad.
A doctor in the rehabilitation room hurried forward, blocked Zou Yawen, and said to her in a low voice: "The patient is in a state of withdrawal reaction and is quite anxious. Let's interview another subject."
Zou Yawen was taken aback: "Withdrawal reaction? Is he... that... addict?"
"Smoker." The doctor in the rehabilitation room said: "This patient has a history of smoking for 15 years. Originally, he refused to replant his severed finger, but because of the strong request of the patient and his family, in addition, the patient also has strong The willingness to quit smoking, he is now experiencing a withdrawal reaction, with pain all over his body, chest tightness, shortness of breath, poor sleep at night, sleepy during the day, and obvious signs of nicotine deficiency... "
"Did you quit smoking while doing the replantation of the severed finger? You have great perseverance." Zou Yawen praised: "Then I want to interview him even more."
The doctor in the rehabilitation room laughed dumbfounded, and said, "He can't smoke anymore."
Director Wang Haiyang stood up, smiled, pointed to his fingers, and said, "The blood vessels in fingers are very thin, and nicotine will cause blood vessels in fingers to spasm and cause blood clots... In short, smoking is absolutely not allowed for replantation of severed fingers." of."
"How long will it be banned?" This question was not asked by Zou Yawen, but by Mao Penghai who walked slowly over.
The doctor in the rehabilitation room sighed and said, "Mr. Mao, I told you that smoking is not good for you. Why don't you take advantage of this time to quit smoking completely?"
"I also want to quit, but it's uncomfortable, I thought to myself." Mao Penghai held his chest helplessly. Now he feels pain even when he takes a deep breath, which is deeper than the pain in his fingers.
Wang Haiyang shook his head and said, "Mr. Mao, from the point of view of our hand surgeons, smoking at any time is risky, especially in the first few months. There are countless benefits to you from quitting smoking, but smoking does not benefit you." It's very dangerous."
"Smoking just one is dangerous?" Mao Penghai asked.
"It's very dangerous." Wang Haiyang said seriously: "It doesn't take one cigarette, but half a cigarette, the dose of nicotine contained in it has greatly exceeded the standard."
"Isn't there a filter?"
"It's the same with filters!" Sensing the danger, Wang Haiyang said more severely: "Smoking will cause the replanted finger to die again. You must never smoke again."
"I know, I'm just talking." Mao Penghai is also in his 30s, just smiled, then looked at Ling Ran, nodded, and said, "Thank you, Doctor Ling."
"You're welcome." Ling Ran paused, and then said, "Don't smoke. Persist in quitting."
"Never suck, don't suck." Mao Penghai laughed twice and left.
A low-level treasure box brought by "sincere thanks" landed in front of Ling Ran.
Ling Ran looked at Mao Penghai in surprise, and waved him away.
A silver-gray book appeared, with the words "Vertical Mattress Inversion Suture (Specialization)" written on the title page.
Ling Ran, who was used to the energy potion, couldn't help but froze.
The vertical mattress inversion suture method is a kind of inversion suture method, which is different from the butt suture and intermittent vertical mattress suture that Ling Ran has mastered before. It is mainly used to suture the gastrointestinal tract, also known as Lumber The special suture method is a technique often used in general surgery. Of course, Ling Ran can't use this method at present, but the abdominal cavity is the most common field for surgeons after all. Mastering a kind of inversion suture method can make Ling Ran's The scope of application of the arsenal has been greatly expanded.
If there is any regret, that is, the specialization is not high enough. But this is also a skill that can only be acquired by senior attendings after many years of study. It is so easy to obtain, Ling Ran still feels very satisfied.
Zou Yawen was very interested in Mao Penghai's situation, and said to Wang Haiyang thoughtfully, "So, in your rehabilitation room, you should not only consider the recovery of the patients, but also consider their other conditions."
"Yes." Wang Haiyang nodded deeply.
Zou Yawen smiled and said, "It's really rare to have such good material, Director Wang, why don't you lend me Ling Ran, and I'll do a series of in-depth interviews for us."
In-depth interviews are quite rare, and Zou Yawen's conditions also made Wang Haiyang's mind stiff.
He turned his head to look at the others, and said hesitantly, "This... Strictly speaking, Ling Ran is still in the emergency department."
"Then I have to go to the emergency department for an interview?" Zou Yawen seemed to be asking.
Wang Haiyang said with a bitter face: "I'll think of a way, think of a way..."
"That's it for today. If you think of a way, remember to let me know." Zou Yawen left the rehabilitation room with her head held high.
The other doctors also slowly dispersed.
31-year-old Mao Penghai stared in the direction of the door of the hospital bed, and waited for everyone to leave. He quickly took out a squashed soft Zhonghua from under the bed, hid it quietly in his hand, went into the bathroom, and treasured it with a lighter. The outer flame was ignited, and I took a small breath with restraint...