At 8 o'clock in the evening, Lu Wenbin woke up, looked at his phone, and scanned WeChat again, but found that there was no news about Ling Ran and the hospital, and fell asleep again with peace of mind.
In the past two weeks, he has only slept five or six hours a day, and he has a strong need to catch up on sleep.
However, this is the case in hospitals. Doctors who have completed their regular training will generally be on night shifts for two or three days a week. I have to work for 24 to 30 hours at a stretch once or twice a month for ward rounds and other work the next morning, and it is more common to work more than ten hours a day.
In a hospital with a chief resident physician, it is even worse for a doctor who wants to be promoted to an attending physician. The Chief Physician in Resident is known as the devil’s training for doctors. It usually lasts for about 10 months. During this period, he is basically in the hospital 24 hours a day. . Its working frequency and working intensity are no less than Ling Ran's.
As for human nature and inhumanity, the hospital itself must pretend not to see it, and the people temporarily regard doctors as class enemies, and the only ones who can save themselves are the doctors themselves—thus creating a bigger gap between the rich and the poor in the medical field.
Under the current system, the days of senior attendings who have accumulated a considerable level of technology are getting better and better. A doctor who has performed hundreds of thousands of operations is a rarity in any hospital. He will not be praised.
Associate professors and directors above the attending level are more comfortable, and their income is relatively considerable. The most important thing is to have a certain status, especially a good department in a good hospital, which can be called comfortable.
Lu Wenbin only felt a little bit of comfort when he woke up naturally today.
The comfort lasted for about 10 seconds, and Lu Wenbin was shocked again.
what time is it
He hurriedly went to find his cell phone, opened it again, and saw that it was 5:00 in the morning, and he had slept for more than 12 hours.
Looking at the missed calls and messages on the phone, there was no Ling Ran.
Lu Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief, and lay on his back on the bed again, followed by a burst of doubts.
Yesterday was a whole day off, so shouldn't Ling Ran arrange a new operation
Lu Wenbin looked at his phone while thinking, and couldn't help laughing as he looked at it.
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Ling Ran also had a good night's sleep at home, and then gave himself a day off.
As long as one day's notice is given in advance, and the patients with amputated fingers are directly referred to the hand surgery department, Ling Ran's treatment team can stop and rest.
Currently, there are more than 70 severed finger patients in the emergency department, and they still have a long way to go before being discharged from the hospital. Before the renovation of the new ward is completed, Ling Ran is free to perform surgery or not. .
There is nothing Ling Ran has to do in the clinic at home.
When he got up in the morning, Ling Ran simply sat on his recliner, looked up at the sky, listened to the chatter of the old patients around him, played with his mobile phone for a while, and then looked at the green plants and flowers around him.
Tao Ping went downstairs after a late night's sleep. Seeing Ling Ran's lazy appearance, she couldn't help but feel happy. She pulled her husband Ling Jie Porridge and said, "Look at Ling Ran, he is still the same as before he was in college. He has been I like to lie in the yard... Sigh, thinking about it this way, if Ling Ran doesn't go to college, he can just go home and help out, that would be fine..."
Ling Jie porridge was so frightened that he slept until the sun was up, and said quickly: "Look at what you said, what's going on in the boy's nest house, don't you be unhappy... you said it, if it hurts Chun Bei Qiu's, let me wake you up."
"Then you fight." Tao Ping raised her neck.
Ling Jie congee laughed three times: "That's all I'm saying. In fact, you see, Xiao Ran's university is in Yunhua, her work is also in Yunhua, and she goes home on weekends. It's close enough."
Such persuasion is helpful, Tao Ping nodded, turned around and sighed again: "I think of Ling Ran when he was in elementary school and middle school."
Ling Jie congee quickly cooperated: "What happened in elementary and middle school?"
"It was so lively at home at that time, do you remember? Every week there were girls who came to play at our house with excuses, and some boys would come to our hospital with an angry look. If you think about it this way, Lingran Elementary School It’s the most interesting time, there are boys competing for courage and asking you to get the needle, do you remember?”
Ling Jiecong couldn't help showing a nostalgic smile: "Why don't you remember, you took out a needle for drawing blood, good guy, those boys ran so fast."
"There are also girls from other schools who also come to our house to play with Ling Ran..." Tao Ping said with emotion, "We did it for our son. Does it look like a weekend party?"
"That's right, it's a good thing some parents of the students knew to send gifts, otherwise, we would have left Ling Ran's female classmates poor."
Tao Ping and Ling Jie congee looked at each other and smiled.
Holding the phone, Ling Ran felt a gust of cool wind on the back of his neck, but he didn't bother to look back.
He stood stiff for a few minutes before he suddenly let go and let out a long breath.
"Son, look at the store today." Ling Jieyu's voice suddenly came from behind.
Ling Ran suddenly turned around: "What do you mean by looking at the shop?"
"Your mother and I went out to have dinner, and we'll be back later." Ling Jie porridge was wearing formal attire, with the Longines she bought when she got married, looking very coquettish.
Tao Ping even exaggeratedly wore a small dress and a pearl necklace, walked out beautifully, waved to Ling Ran by the way, and said, "Xiao Ran, take a look at the leftovers in the refrigerator, eat whatever you can, Throw away what you can't eat."
Before Ling Ran could answer, Ling Jieju and Tao Ping walked out of the gate. After a while, they saw the beetle's arc-shaped appearance and drifted away.
Ling Ran raised the phone again, feeling a little dull for some reason.
"Doctor Miao, may I stitch a patient for you?" Ling Ran came to the bubbly-eyed Doctor Miao, ready to familiarize himself with the equipment and do some work to improve his confidence.
Miao Tansheng looked hoarse and said in a hoarse voice, "The patient hasn't been delivered yet."
"I know, I just said that when I come later..."
"I can finish sewing." Miao Tansheng resolutely refused.
Miao Tansheng's beauty acupuncture is good, and can basically meet the various needs of accidental trauma. Every day, he receives orders from Jinlu Company for more than three cars.
Therefore, he did not want the patient to be given to Ling Ran.
Ling Ran had no choice but to leave the consultation room, moved to Dr. Xiong again, and asked, "Is there any neighbor who wants a massage today?"
"Didn't you just get a massage two days ago? Your father said, you have to make a more expensive sign for your sign. It's good to make a small amount from time to time. It's really open to do business. How many neighbors can do it?" It costs 20 or 40 yuan a day." Doctor Xiong pushed Ling Ran out with a smile, and said, "Would you like to help Sister Juanzi?"
Juanzi had nothing to do at the moment, so she squatted on the pony in front of the door, eating melon seeds, laughing while looking at her mobile phone, and when she heard her name being called, she waved her hand and said, "Pour me a glass of water. "
Ling Ran silently poured a glass of water for Sister Juanzi, and returned to the reclining chair, feeling that the game was extremely fun.