"Doctor Ling, my finger is fine." Mao Penghai looked at the finger that was still somewhat dark, feeling quite worried.
Ling Ran observed carefully, and said, "The recovery is not bad. You can see where the sutures were stitched. There is blood now. The blood flow is basically fine, and the severed finger survived. However, you still have to pay attention to heat preservation." …Do you want to extend the time of the roasting lamp?”
The last sentence is to ask the doctor in the rehabilitation room.
The latter responded positively: "Yes, the lampshade can also be placed closer, and we can adjust it after checking the situation."
"You should also pay attention to raising the affected limb, just slightly higher than the heart, and not too high. Do not do things like lowering your hands. Elevating the affected limb is for venous return, and too high will affect the blood supply of the arteries ..." Ling Ran noticed that the edema in Mao Haipeng's fingers hadn't disappeared, so he gave a few words of advice.
Edema is a long-term side effect after replantation of amputated fingers. Whether the swelling can be reduced is also an important indicator of success.
Although Ling Ran has mastered the perfect finger replantation technique, the actual operation is just a matter of the last few days. Mao Penghai is one of the first few patients who had his severed finger replantation. Ling Ran arranges everything in detail. , Antibiotics and other drugs were prescribed, and a simple physical examination was done before going to other rehabilitation rooms for rounds.
Mao Penghai couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled to his wife: "Look, I said don't worry, I'm recovering well."
"I heard from them that Dr. Ling's patients recovered better than other patients." Mao's wife said with a smile, "Maybe everyone's constitution is different, but your recovery speed is at least normal. Hey, you I need to recuperate well, get well soon, I'm the only one in the house, I'm too busy, and your mother won't come to help..."
"Didn't she help my brother take care of the baby?" Mao Penghai said something, but he couldn't continue talking, and started talking about a new topic.
When he returned to the ward, Mao Penghai became more and more depressed as he thought about it. He took out a Yuxi cigarette from under the bed, silently measured a third of it accurately with a plastic ruler, then went to the bathroom, lit it carefully, and waited for two seconds. Zhong, just took a light breath.
In order to prevent the smoke from being smelled by the people in the same ward, Mao Penghai not only turned on the ventilator, but also held his breath vigorously, until ten or twenty seconds later, he finally breathed out a puff of smoke.
The blue smoke is so thin that almost no color can be seen.
Looking at the low-tar thin smoke, it was still far away from the one-third line. Mao Penghai took another puff, then stopped with self-control, extinguished the smoke, and stared at it for a few more times. In a few seconds, it was thrown into the toilet and flushed away.
"It's not buddy that I wasted good cigarettes, and I can't help it." Mao Penghai spoke to the cigarette butts, with a hint of guilt.
After all, waste is extremely shameful.
In order to let the ventilator fully ventilate, Mao Penghai took off his pants by the way, sat on the toilet, and procrastinated for time while creating a smell.
He was holding the phone in one hand and swiping the screen with the other, which seemed to be leisurely and comfortable.
When he just broke his hand, Mao Penghai almost felt like the sky was falling.
The lack of a finger will definitely affect his work. It is impossible to get a promotion and raise his salary, and it is very possible to lose his job. At that time, his wife is still not sure how to mock him.
As for the inconvenience of missing fingers, let alone the ugliness of missing fingers.
However, with the successful completion of the operation, Mao Penghai's mood gradually calmed down.
The fingers are naturally not as good-looking as before, but they are barely passable. The wife is still so fierce, but barely passable. Smoking is the only thing I can't get through, but I can get by if I smoke two puffs every two days...
Mao Penghai calmly swiped his phone, and suddenly found that the place where the reddish severed finger was stitched had turned pale.
For a moment, Mao Penghai's mind was blank.
After half a minute.
Mao Penghai rushed out of the ward, shouting at the same time: "Doctor...doctor..."
Lu Wenbin rushed to the scene immediately, and then became nervous looking at the whitened severed finger.
The degree of swelling, skin temperature and the color of the severed finger are the most important visual indicators after the replantation of the severed finger, but the color of Mao Penghai's finger obviously did not meet the standard.
Lu Wenbin gently moved his hand close to his fingers, and it was no surprise that his skin temperature was lower than normal.
A low skin temperature indicates that the blood flow has slowed down and may even have a blood clot.
Thrombosis is a traffic jam in blood vessels. For normal people, a slight thrombus can be resolved with confidence. However, with more serious blood clots, anyone can be at any level of risk.
It should be said that for the human group, blood clots are just one of the countless fatal phenomena, but for any human individual, once a blood clot is discovered, it is definitely good luck to retreat from the whole body.
"Prepare the operating room and inform Dr. Ling that the patient on bed 25 is in crisis of blood circulation. Open up the intravenous access." Lu Wenbin first made the most error-prone decision, and at the same time his thoughts changed rapidly.
There are not many doctors who dare to call themselves skilled doctors for replanting severed fingers.
Lu Wenbin felt a little guilty.
He is very grateful now. In the past few days, Ling Ran ordered him and Ma Yanlin to collect a large amount of nursing materials on the replantation of severed fingers.
While recalling, Lu Wenbin made judgments and balances in his heart.
If possible, he now hopes that Ling Ran can be there to guide.
However, as a resident doctor from the emergency department, Lu Wenbin knew that was impossible. High-ranking doctors don't sit in empty rooms waiting for patients to come to them in order to provide the best care possible. The wards in the inpatient building are full of patients, waiting for senior doctors to provide services.
Whether it is the emergency room or the inpatient department, the first-line doctors who face patients can only be resident doctors like Lu Wenbin, or slightly higher attending doctors.
"Doctor Lu?" The nurse who prepared the intravenous access reminded.
Lu Wenbin knew that he had to take medicine. Ling Ran was not at the scene, so he couldn't have a medical checkup. Even if he called him, he might not be able to make it in time, let alone get the most appropriate answer.
Fortunately, Lu Wenbin is a resident doctor from the emergency department. In the past four or five years, he has handled hundreds of emergency cases. Looking at the pale fingers in front of him, Lu Wenbin calmed down and ordered: "Intravenous heparin 25 mg , Harido 50mg…”
After thinking for another two seconds, Lu Wenbin ordered again: "Pyridamole 10 mg."
The nurse got busy while repeating.
Mao Penghai lay on the flat bed stupidly, looked at the infusion bag, and was puzzled: I smoked more in the past two days and nothing happened, why did I have a problem this time