Miu... miu...
The ambulance with the Cangping District Hospital parked steadily at the door of the "Xiagou Clinic".
The two young men, with a strong appearance and a limp, got out of the car by themselves and stood at the door, staring at the words "Xiagou Clinic" together, lost in thought.
"The antlers on my brother's arm were sewn by the doctor in this clinic. You have all seen how they look now." Lu Jinling walked around briskly, greeted Ling Jieyu at the door, and went straight Go in the courtyard.
The two young men looked at the flashing red and yellow lights on both sides of the gate again, and continued to meditate.
"The clinic saves money compared to the hospital, and we are doing it for your own good." Erqi got out of the driver's seat.
"Okay, the clinic is the clinic. I used to sew in the black clinic, and it's nothing." The young man who was covering his arms spread his hands and grinned in pain.
Entering the clinic, I saw a doctor lying under the shade of a tree playing with his mobile phone. Lu Jinling came to him and said something with a smile.
"The patient is here, stop playing." Ling Jiecong regards the customer as God, and greets him graciously.
This is the difference between a small clinic and a large hospital. Small clinics will have repeat customers. In fact, most of the patients in small clinics are repeat customers. Some weak community residents come to the clinic to report almost every year. Patients with chronic diseases will always come to buy some Diping tablets or Ma Yinglong Zhi Category.
Big hospitals are different, especially in the surgical department. After two or three visits from repeat customers, it is almost time for hospice care.
The music of the game came from Ling Ran's mobile phone.
Lu Jinling smiled and said: "Don't worry, it's okay to drive from such a long distance, it will take a few minutes."
Injured A: (⊙?⊙)
Injured B: (⊙?⊙)
"No more calls." Ling Ran handed the phone to Lu Jinling and said, "Come and play."
"Huh... I'm not very good at..." Lu Jinling suddenly regretted why she didn't learn how to play games properly.
Ling Ran changed into a white coat, began to wash his hands, and said, "It's okay, I often lose too."
"Oh... good." Lu Jinling lowered her head and began to study the game. After half a minute, she suddenly realized: I'm holding Ling Ran's phone! Ling Ran's phone is in my hand! I just cut out...
"Sit in front of me." Now that Ling Ran is doing debridement and sutures, he already feels like he's getting rid of the pain, especially in common parts like arms. People, it's not too strange.
As far as clinical medicine is concerned, the special anatomical structure of different people is the enemy of doctors. The most typical example is "mirror image person". Just look for the one on the right. For surgeons who have performed hundreds of the same or similar operations, this kind of awkwardness is like playing basketball on a concrete court all year round and suddenly switching to a wooden floor. Get used to it, and don't expect super performance the first few times.
Now Ling Ran is more looking forward to encountering abnormal anatomical structures, but unfortunately, the young man with an arm injury is just an ordinary human being, even the muscles and skin tissue that have been turned out are so ordinary.
"Doctor Xiong, help the patient with the bruise." After Ling Ran finished speaking, he concentrated on the injured person in front of him.
Even if it's just an ordinary human being, even if it's just debridement and suture, it's still an operation.
Ling Ran carefully cleaned the patient's wound, then applied local anesthesia, said "the stitches have started", and the needle was inserted.
The young man who is usually full of vigor is just pretending to be strong at this time, looking into the distance.
There are poems in the distance, but he can't think of a word.
There was a needle nearby, and he didn't want to look at it.
Insert the needle.
Needle out.
tie.
Bandage.
"Xiaoran, this kid, seems to be doing pretty well."
"The movement is a bit stiff, it doesn't look like a doctor."
"Not like a doctor or anything."
"In my opinion, it's like... a cantaloupe seller on the street, look, pick up a rotten cantaloupe, peel off the rotten part, cut your teeth, almost drill a hole, and so on, all work."
A few elderly patients were standing in front of the window of the consulting room chatting, and the young man with an injured arm stared and was tied by a thread, and he couldn't do anything to the old ladies.
"Do you want a big scar or a small scar?" Ling Ran asked after getting two stitches.
The patient gritted his teeth: "Anyone with a big scar?"
"Of course, I have encountered several times that the scars that patients requested to be sutured are conspicuous. The more hideous the better." Ling Ran truthfully introduced his personal experience.
The patient froze for a moment, and asked uncertainly, "How big is the big scar, and how small is the small scar?"
Ling Ran’s serious explanation: “Small scars are stitched with gut. If they heal well, you can only see a suture line with a slightly darker color, and you don’t need to remove the stitches, but the cost is higher. If you have a big scar, you The wound can be as wide as four fingers, and as long as one and a half palms. You can also use different colors to highlight the incision, making it look like you have deep bones... "
"I choose the big scar!" The injured young man suddenly understood, this f*ck is simply tailor-made, all right, those who don't choose the big scar are fools, it's like being hacked for nothing.
Ling Ran had no choice but to finish the stitching in a short while, and let the wounded see the ugly scar in the mirror before bandaging it up.
Achievement: Patient Heartfelt Appreciation
Achievement description: The heartfelt gratitude of the patient is the greatest compliment to the doctor
Reward: Junior Chest
A golden light flashed before Ling Ran's eyes, and behind him was a young man with his arms folded and a silly smile.