Wang Zhuangyong finally got the opportunity he dreamed of doing hygiene.
And it's monopolistic.
Even the interns who want to prove themselves don't want to achieve their achievements by collecting the vomit of other interns.
Fortunately, there is often vomit in the hospital, and there are all kinds of equipment, as well as advanced equipment such as disinfection rags, to help Wang Zhuangyong clean the cubicles.
"Are you sick of blood?" Lu Wenbin seized the opportunity to ask Wang Zhuangyong: "If you faint of blood, surgery is impossible."
"I don't feel dizzy. We saw many of them when we were in school." Wang Zhuangyong shook his head again and again, how could he not do surgery, surgery is the most handsome, right
Lu Wenbin pondered: "Then how do you feel?"
"I just feel nauseous. I see a lot of blood. I was in the laboratory when I first entered the hospital, and I even helped draw blood. I don't feel anything at all." Wang Zhuangyong was a little unclear. He was very happy in the anatomy class at school. He also participated in the bone stealing back then. He didn't expect the fresh human tissue to look so... uncomfortable.
Lu Wenbin comforted: "Maybe it's a coincidence, I didn't have a good rest yesterday or something. Take a break and try again tomorrow." Lu Wenbin continued to comfort Wang Zhuangyong.
"Okay..." Wang Zhuangyong hesitated for a few seconds, looked around again, and asked, "Did Ling Ran come to work today? He has already started surgery in the emergency department, right?"
"Yes. He has undergone surgery." Lu Wenbin felt that what he said was too weak, so he said, "It's not a lot."
"I saw it, it was published in the newspaper." Wang Zhuangyong then became a little excited, and asked, "Is Ling Ran doing surgery with the director now?"
Lu Wenbin was vague and didn't say much.
There are not only medical staff in the hall, but also patients and their family members who don't know where they belong. Talking about Ling Ran with Wang Zhuangyong here will inevitably involve words like practice, which is not a good choice.
Wang Zhuangyong also fell silent.
At least he saw the debridement and sutures today. He couldn't be said to be very satisfied, but he was also a little bit happy.
Other than that, it's a lingering fear.
While doing odd jobs in the treatment room, Wang Zhuangyong was thinking, until he saw Ling Ran coming out of the operating area.
"You boy..." Wang Zhuang rushed forward aggressively, and under the surprised eyes of everyone, he lightly bumped Ling Ran's shoulder: "I can't find you anywhere, and I can't get through the phone."
"One operation was performed." Ling Ran took Ma Yanlin to do two tang methods, which can be regarded as a hand-warming operation.
Wang Zhuangyong was immediately envious: "You can really perform surgery now, but unfortunately I have rotated two departments, let alone surgery, you have to wait until you get into surgery."
He originally wanted to talk about his debridement experience, but he held back when he looked at the people around him.
Ling Ran had a smile on his face: "I was thinking about when you would be transferred to the emergency department. By the way, Chen Wanhao also went home recently?"
"Fucking mother bought him a house in front of the hospital, of course he moved there." Wang Zhuangyong was very envious when he said it, and said: "If I can afford to buy a house in Yunhua, I don't mind if I can't do it." surgery."
Ling Ran laughed: "Then do you want to have an operation now?"
"I really want to do it." Wang Zhuangyong pouted.
"Doctor Ma, are there any patients who can't help themselves today? Ask them to bring one back." Ling Ran turned around and said.
He arranged a total of two tang methods today, and sent other referred patients to the hand surgery department. At this time, it was just a matter of making a phone call to get one back. There are so many patients in Yunyi's hand surgery department that there is very little competition.
Ma Yanlin was stunned for a moment before realizing that "Doctor Ma" was talking about himself, and he quickly responded: "I'll ask now."
Ling Ran turned his head and asked Wang Zhuangyong again: "Do you want to eat something? Or go to the operating room now."
Wang Zhuangyong said without hesitation: "If you can enter now, of course you should go now."
After finishing speaking, Wang Zhuangyong took out a wet towel and wiped the corners of his mouth carefully.
Ling Ran waited for a few minutes, and when Ma Yanlin came back, he brought Wang Zhuangyong back to the operating room.
Ling Ran has been in and out of the operating room all year round.
The elder sister of the nurse guarding the operating room turned a blind eye and gave him a set of hand washing clothes that fit well, and let Ling Ran go inside to change by himself, then asked Wang Zhuangyong's number, and gave him a set of slightly smaller ones.
Wang Zhuangyong was so excited.
His wish when he first arrived in the emergency department was just to do a debridement and suture by himself, and then to see one or two cases of internal medicine.
For things like saving lives and helping the wounded, medical students know after two months in the hospital that it is not up to them at all.
The most typical cardiopulmonary resuscitation, after arriving in the emergency room, ordinary small doctors can only follow orders to go into battle, and it is difficult for interns and regular trainees to get the opportunity.
Getting into the operating room was even more of a breakthrough.
In a normal university class, students number 30 or 40, by the end of the internship, very few have the opportunity to enter the operating room.
Wang Zhuangyong greedily looked at everything around him.
In fact, he has been to the operating room more than once, but mostly to watch the operation, or to help with work in the operating room.
It was the first time to enter the operating room as a doctor.
"You pull the hook." Ling Ran quickly assigned the task.
The retractor is to pull the skin, muscle tissue, etc., to expose as much vision as possible.
Aside from strength, a puller doesn't require much intelligence or skill, just don't be stupid.
In the process of suturing by the Tang method, the skin hooks on the hands don't even require much effort.
Wang Zhuangyong can't control so much anymore, and he is on the operating table if he can pull the hook.
He nodded excitedly, and was about to stand in the assistant's position.
Ma Yanlin looked at him silently, and said: "When the chief surgeon speaks, you have to speak and answer. What's the point of nodding? Does the chief surgeon look at you, or at the operating surface?"
"Oh, yes." Wang Zhuangyong's wit came back a little bit, and then he returned to the second assistant's position, and smirked at Ling Ran.
"Don't interfere with the chief surgeon." Ma Yanlin said again.
Wang Zhuangyong hurriedly responded.
"I'll start when the numbness turns over." Ling Ran glanced at the monitor, convinced that the indicators were normal, and then asked Su Jiafu, who was in charge of anesthesia, one more question.
One of Su Jiafu's legs rested on the extra round stool and shook and said, "It's numb, it's okay."
Ling Ran cut it down with a single stroke.
Wang Zhuangyong hurriedly asked for the skin hook, Lanhua fingered it for two seconds, and then quickly changed back to the correct grasping method.
Ma Yanlin instructed Wang Zhuangyong to put it in the correct position, and then pulled away the muscles, skin and other tissues to expose the underlying tendons.
When Bai Shengsheng's tendons were exposed in front of Wang Zhuangyong, his throat couldn't help but throb. It was too late to say that, and Ma Yanlin... pushed Wang Zhuangyong away.
vomit!
Wang Zhuangyong spit out Qi Qi too much, as if half of his life was going to be taken away.
"Let's go ahead and call someone to clean it up." Ling Ran only took one look, and then continued to work.
The itinerant nurse was stunned, and immediately became furious: "Are you crazy? Don't you know that you are dizzy? Are you here to scold me?"
Everyone in the operating room looked as usual, and the doctor who was not scolded was only possible if he was handsome. The second-generation doctor and the second-generation official with a background and relationship will also be scolded by the nurse if they mess up in the operating room.
Wang Zhuangyong tried his best to raise his head, tears and snot flying together, and said with difficulty: "I don't feel dizzy..."
"I don't care what you're dizzy, get out with the trash can in your arms, hurry up, move quickly, have you vomited yet?" The patrol nurse chased Wang Zhuangyong out, and then called for someone to come over to help clean it up.
Ling Ran and Ma Yanlin continued to perform the operation, and the accompanying equipment nurse Wang Jia discussed it with great interest: "It's so strange, isn't it really dizzy?"
"The haemorrhage should be due to fainting. He is simply disgusted." Ma Yanlin's judgment is quite logical.
Wang Jia nodded: "Generally speaking, doctors won't get dizzy if they see too much."
"It's possible." Ma Yanlin answered very casually, as if the directors didn't care about whether the residents and trainees would go or stay.
On the contrary, Wang Zhuangyong, who was tingling and vomited at the door while holding the bucket, listened to it, and silently decided to conquer the operating room just like he conquered the general teacher.
three days later.
Wang Zhuangyong, holding the trash can, was expelled from the emergency room forever.
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