Su Jiafu sat on the round stool, raised his chin slightly and looked at Yu Yuan.
Anesthesiologists also have the pride of anesthesiologists. A smooth operation requires the anesthesiologist to keep the patient's blood pressure stable at all times, and the anesthesiologist's constant rehydration and dosing of medicines. Although it seems to outsiders that the anesthesiologist sits there doing nothing most of the time, but like Su Jiafu Such an anesthesiologist still has time to write his own medical papers.
Compared with surgeons who are busy on the operating table all day, Su Jiafu feels that he has more experience in writing papers. Su Jiafu was surprised that Yu Yuan had written a paper on the first district, but after all, she hadn't done anything for two or three years, and Su Jiafu felt that his paper was also excellent.
This is a paper that is going to be published on Zhonghua Brand.
In terms of the difficulty of the article alone, it is not necessarily easier to publish a paper in the Zhonghua brand than the SCI in the third and fourth districts. If you stand on tiptoe, you will go to the second district. If you are lucky, you will go to the first district
Su Jiafu is like a candidate who has performed exceptionally well in the exam, and he is looking forward to the best result at this time.
Yu Yuan wrote Su Jiafu's articles steadily.
Her favorite is anorectal, but she also has some knowledge about anesthesia. In recent years, hospitals all over the world have called on surgeons to learn a little anesthesiology, and Yu Yuan has always been the kind of person to answer the call.
She probably read more than a thousand Chinese and foreign anesthesiology papers, and also wrote a few reviews and published them, but they were too far behind the journals in the first area, and did not attract much attention. In the hospital, publishing papers is part of the job. Doctors without papers will find it difficult to evaluate their professional titles, and ordinary papers will naturally not be cared about, and small interdisciplinary papers will not be valued by people, but they will become more suspicious: it must not be bought.
It is not uncommon for doctors to buy papers for a long time, and the ones who introduce them are often medical representatives.
Of course, if you really want to go far, the papers you buy are not as good as the papers you write yourself.
"Are you going to publish this paper in Chinese?" Yu Yuan finished reading the paper in a while.
"Yes, I can't write very well in English." Su Jiafu laughed twice.
Yu Yuan nodded and said, "Then there should still be a chance to publish in core journals."
Su Jiafu frowned: "Only core journals can be published?"
Yu Yuan said: "I think you want to make statistics on the patients with vascular crisis after replantation of amputated fingers, and then discuss to find a better way of anesthesia administration. If this is the only way, I have actually read related article… "
"Have you seen it?" Su Jiafu was shocked.
"It's not exactly the same. The good thing is that you can statistically classify according to gender, age, smoking rate, and injury. It's still something new." Yu Yuan's condescending evaluation, her tone was more stable than when she was on the operating table too much.
Su Jiafu said uncomfortably: "I feel like this... Think about it, 50 cases of severed fingers replanted..."
"If you want to publish in a higher-level journal, I think you should pay attention to the post-processing." Yu Yuan interrupted Su Jiafu and gave the answer directly.
Su Jiafu blinked, and said expectantly: "What do you mean by post-processing?"
"After a crisis occurs, how to solve it. Is the drug administered into the tendon sheath of the flexor tendon, or at the disconnection? Is papaverine or lidocaine used? When to administer the drug..." Yu Yuan said very An understatement.
Su Jiafu's expression was solemn: "It's even more difficult to do it this way."
"It wasn't easy."
"It's what it's about, what it's about...well, Doctor Yu, sit down for a while, and take a look at this..." Su Jiafu pushed a round stool for Yu Yuan, asking her to sit down so that she could talk, and quickly took out her notebook.
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PARKING LOT.
More than a dozen nurses, nurses, doctors, doctors and family members of the patients escorted Ling Ran to his Jetta.
Intern nurse Zheng Yuhan boldly grabbed Ling Ran's sleeve and said, "Doctor Ling, you have worked for more than 40 hours, don't go back, okay, just rest in the hospital."
Su Mengxue, a beautiful little nurse who likes to sweat on Ling Ran the most, is not far behind: "Doctor Ling, driving while fatigued is easy to cause danger, so just stay."
"I'm not sleepy." Ling Ran told the truth, but no one believed it.
The potion of energy can fully restore the spirit and physical strength, and apart from being a little hungry, it will not have the slightest impact on Ling Ran's judgment and physical dexterity.
Ling Ran had just drank the second bottle of energy potion for more than 10 hours, and now he was asked to undergo a severed finger replantation operation, and he could do it, let alone drive home.
However, there are doctors who perform surgery for 30 hours in a row in the hospital every week, but fatigue driving makes everyone more afraid, especially in the emergency department. Say nothing and let Ling Ran drive away by himself.
Ling Ran couldn't explain it, and didn't bother to say it, so he spread his hands and asked, "Then what should I do?"
As far as he knows, when girls express their objections, most of them already have ideas.
Sure enough, following Ling Ran's voice, the nurses started guessing.
Some of the patient's family members quickly came to their senses and joined in immediately.
5 minutes later.
A driver and 4 passengers were squeezed into Ling Ran's car.
Everyone discussed the delicious food in Xiagou with great interest, and at the same time sent Ling Ran home safely.
"Doctor Ling, you must have a good rest."
"Stop staying up all night."
"Drink some porridge at night, don't go to bed on an empty stomach."
The four winning girls sent Ling Ran to the entrance of the Xiagou Clinic, but they didn't dare to go in to see their future mother-in-law. They could only bid farewell to Ling Ran with tears, and went to the alley for food after talking and laughing.
Ling Ran parked the car, put his hands in his pockets, and swayed back to his room to get ready for sleep.
He wasn't too sleepy, but since he hadn't slept for more than forty hours, he felt it was time to rest.
Click.
The light in the tea room on the second floor was turned on, and the slender Meng Xue was sitting domineeringly at the main seat, her two long legs were almost sticking out from under the table.
"Come here for a massage?" Ling Ran's tone was lazy, not surprising.
Counting the time, it was time for Meng Xue to come.
Meng Xue originally wanted to say something, but when she heard Ling Ran's voice, she didn't want to say anything anymore. She smiled and said seriously, "Doctor Ling, I'm here to trouble you again."
"No trouble, no trouble..." It was Ling Ran's father, Ling Jie Porridge, who spoke this time. I saw him holding a fruit plate in one hand and a big watermelon in the other. He went upstairs with a thump, first put the fruit plate containing apples and oranges on the table, then took out a short knife from his back waist, and slaughtered it on the spot. A watermelon with a big head, let the red juice flow into the catchment area under the tea table.
Tao Ping followed closely behind, but handed Ling Ran a wet towel before complaining, "Why did you stay in the hospital for so long?"
Ling Ran wiped his face and said, "If you have the chance, do a few more surgeries."
"You can't ignore your body..."
"It would be nice to have surgery." Ling Jie porridge interrupted: "Hospitals are like this. If you don't get a chance, you may not be able to be on stage for the rest of your life. In the end, you can only open a small clinic and marry a beautiful wife to fool around. it's..."
"Nonsense." Tao Ping patted her husband embarrassedly, and said, "Brother Shanyu is here. I've been waiting for a while."
Meng Xue picked up the teacup in a concealed manner, smiled, and said, "Doctor Ling specializes in massage, so maybe he has a better future."
Ling Ran just smiled slightly.
"By the way, I brought a gift." Meng Xue knew how to break the barrier of strangers. She waved her hand, and someone delivered a big wooden box.
Meng Xue got up again to take it, put it on the table, pretended not to care, and said: "This is the Iberian ham I bought when I was filming in Spain. It is delicious when eaten raw."
"Spanish ham is too expensive." Tao Ping was a little embarrassed.
Comrade Ling Jiezhou said freely: "I'm really a little embarrassed."
With that said, he opened the wooden box.
I saw a wooden box with the width of the chair and the length of half a person. There was a fat hind leg of a pig. The shape was a little rough, but the whole looked like a fire axe. It was full of visual impact and had a faint fragrance. .
"This is quite unique." Ling Jie congee said, shaking the ham vigorously.
A photo flew out from under the ham.
Ling Ran leaned over to pick it up, and saw a palm-sized photo, which was a cute Meng Xue making faces.
On the bottom right of the photo, there is Meng Xue's signature.
Meng Xue became inexplicably nervous: "When I give gifts to fans, I always include autographed photos, so let's take it as an accompanying gift."
Without waiting for a response, she hurriedly said: "Ham should be stored at low temperature, preferably in a cellar. Cut into thin slices when you want to eat..."
Her expression and attitude were very relaxed, which also made the Ling family feel relaxed.
Everyone once again surrounded the pig's hind leg and gave great appreciation:
"It's quite fragrant when you smell it carefully."
"Strangely beautiful."
"It's big and heavy."