Wang Zhuangyong couldn't stay in the treatment room, and naturally he didn't have a place in the emergency room.
Ling Ran took Wang Zhuangyong to the ward every day.
Because the number of visits far exceeded the previous ones, two "stubborn" patients even gave "heartfelt thanks".
"I won't be able to do ward rounds in the future." Wang Zhuangyong was both helpless and worried, and said, "This really lacks the atmosphere of a hospital."
"What kind of atmosphere do you want?" Ling Ran asked Wang Zhuangyong back.
Wang Zhuangyong didn't know how to answer, and continued to blame himself: "If you want to talk about skinned wounds, I have seen them since I was a child. How come I can't do it when I see muscles and tendons?"
Ling Ran corrected, "You vomited because you saw the muscles and tendons of living people. Is it because they can move?"
Wang Zhuangyong trembled all over, as if thinking of something, he shook his head again and again: "Don't talk about it, I feel disgusted when I talk about it."
"Either you specialize in suturing, and find a medical aesthetics department in the future, such as sewing beauty needles or something?" Ling Ran thought about his master butt stitching, if he guides Wang Zhuangyong to practice for a period of time, he should also have good results of.
For medical students who have just graduated, suturing is the easiest skill to show their ability, and he himself came here in this way.
"I also practice." Wang Zhuangyong moved his lips, and said with some embarrassment: "There is no chance to sew the skin now."
His practice in the treatment room completely pissed off the nurses, but in the hospital, if a little doctor pissed off a group of nurses, life would be quite difficult.
Ling Ran thought for a while and asked, "What about massage? Do you want to learn massage?"
"No." Wang Zhuangyong shook his head without hesitation.
"Then there's no other way." Ling Ran's mastery of spells is based on various skills, and it's not like teaching people a sequence of tang methods so that they can operate smoothly.
Wang Zhuangyong couldn't help sighing: "I also know that it's outrageous for surgeons to disregard muscles and tendons. If it doesn't work, I'll switch to internal medicine."
"Doing internal medicine is also good."
"It's a pity that the emergency department has a rotation opportunity. I think you're doing quite well in the emergency department..." Wang Zhuangyong laughed while talking. In the past few days, besides practicing spitting water in the treatment room, he followed Ling Ran to make ward rounds. I did not see Ling Ran performing the surgery again. Even so, he already expressed deep admiration for Ling Ran being called Doctor Ling.
"The emergency department isn't full of bloody people. If you can't get in the treatment room..." Ling Ran thought for a moment, then said, "Well, I'll introduce you to Dr. Yu."
Wang Zhuangyong once again surged with hope and asked, "What kind of work?"
"Her main project is in emergency surgery. As far as expertise is concerned, Dr. Yu is better at writing papers." Ling Ran paused for a while, and then said: "I have also dabbled in other fields. It's better to stay with her for a while. Can't learn well."
Wang Zhuangyong nodded in agreement: "It's better to learn anything than to learn nothing at all."
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Ling Ran handed Wang Zhuangyong to Yu Yuan, explained a thing or two, and went to work on his own.
The emergency department newly renovated a ward for 4 people, and pushed in seven beds in one go, which can be regarded as freeing up some wards.
Ling Ran was not willing to finish it all at once, and carefully selected every day, as long as he pointed to the severed patients.
After all, a patient with a single finger amputated needs a bed, and a patient with ten amputated fingers only needs a bed, and the time they spend in the operating room is far from enough.
Of course, Ling Ran has never had the chance to meet a patient with amputated fingers. In the field of severed finger replantation, ten finger amputation is very rare, and every time it occurs, at least one case paper can be published.
Any professional hand surgery hospital, if it encounters a patient with severed fingers, it will do everything in its power to snatch it away, and then mobilize its elite troops to clean it up in the future.
From a surgical point of view, the treatment and recovery of severed ten fingers is also different from that of nine or eight fingers, which is at least one level higher.
However, even Huo Congjun couldn't find such a rare type out of nothing.
In Ling Ran's daily surgery, he could only look around.
Only on the days when it is really rare to meet multiple fingers, Ling Ran will choose two fingers to do it.
Even so, the seven hospital beds did not last for a week. Fortunately, some patients finally started to be discharged from the hospital, so Ling Ran didn't lose his gear again.
Of course, this is from Ling Ran's point of view.
In the eyes of everyone in the hand surgery department, Ling Ran's average daily replantation of one finger is terrifying. It is not uncommon for Yun doctors to do a one-finger doctor every day, but it is not uncommon to find three-finger and four-finger doctors to do it every day.
In the past few days, Wang Haiyang, chief physician of hand surgery, blocked Ling Ran in the rehabilitation room.
Wang Haiyang had cooperated with Ling Ran before, and he had been paying attention to Ling Ran for a long time, so he said in a teasing tone: "You have almost used up all the observation rooms in your emergency department."
Upon hearing this, Ling Ran asked pleasantly, "Director Huo is looking for you to make a deal again?"
"He is beautiful." Wang Haiyang said twice, "I have a proposal, see if you are interested."
"oh?"
Wang Haiyang smiled mysteriously, took Ling Ran's arm, walked to a quieter corner, and said, "You know what it means to throw a flying knife."
"Fly to another hospital for surgery?"
"Almost." Wang Haiyang nodded, and asked straight to the point: "Do you want to do it?"
Ling Ran looked at Wang Haiyang with some hesitation.
Anyone who can make throwing knives has to be a big name in the industry, at least, it has to be a big shot in a region.
The so-called masters or masters not only have skills, but also have a certain reputation.
Ling Ran's skills must be sufficient, but his reputation is not enough.
Fundamentally speaking, there are only two reasons for hospitals to pay for flying knives. Either the hospital wants to learn the technology itself, or the patient’s situation is too complicated, so the hospital or the patient asks for foreign aid.
Regardless of the reason, it cannot be said to be purely technical. If it is the former, the hospital needs the doctor who throws the knife to have a certain reputation, so as to have the motivation to learn, or the need to establish a long-term relationship. If it is the latter, the patient also needs to see the title of "director so-and-so" or "commissioner so-and-so" before he can hand himself over to the other party with confidence.
As a nationally competitive market, Ling Ran can only be said to be a budding figure in Changxi Province, and he has no advantage at all when compared with the bigwigs in Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou.
Seeing Ling Ran's scruples, Wang Haiyang breathed a sigh of relief.
He is not afraid that things are difficult to do, but he is afraid that the doctors who cooperate with him are not sensible.
Seeing that Ling Ran knew the depth, Wang Haiyang felt relieved and said, "The other party is actually here to invite me. I'm thinking about it, and I'll take you there with me. The operation is not complicated. Two fingers are severed, and the cost of the throwing knife is 10,000 yuan." , the tickets have already been bought, how about each of us half?"
Ling Ran asked: "Since the operation is not complicated, why do you need someone?"
"The other party has just been sent to Yiyuan County Hospital. It takes five hours to drive here. Let's take the high-speed train to go there in less than two hours."
"I can make it in five hours..." Ling Ran himself had seen patients from Yiyuan County.
Wang Haiyang chuckled: "The other party is rich and knows people. Let's go there now, read information on the way, have surgery when we arrive, and return to Yunyi before or after dinner. Isn't 5,000 yuan per person not bad?"
In prefecture-level cities, the price of flying knives usually fluctuates between 5,000 and 15,000 yuan, and a few of them are priced at 20,000 yuan. They are all complicated operations such as craniocerebral or cardiac surgery, and often require more than one surgeon.
Of course, if you invite doctors from Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou to come and throw the knife, the price will be much more beautiful. Round-trip airfare and accommodation costs are also higher.
"How about it? Let's fly the knife for the operation, and the patient will feel relaxed. You can recuperate in the local hospital, and you don't have to worry about running out of hospital beds..." Wang Haiyang urged Ling Ran.
I don't know which sentence touched Ling Ran, but Ling Ran nodded: "Well, I don't have surgery this afternoon, but I don't have a medical license right now..."
"Don't worry, neither do I." Wang Haiyang grinned. According to the regulations, the non-multi-site practicing doctor's certificate is tantamount to having no certificate after leaving the hospital where he works.
It can be said that hundreds of high-end doctors are practicing medicine illegally across the country every day.