The lounge of the emergency department of Yunhua Hospital is about 30 to 40 square meters.
In the middle of it are a few old desks, which are randomly put together into an irregular shape. When everyone eats lunch or takeaway, they lie on the middle table.
There are several green plants in the middle of the desk, as well as around the office.
A dozen or so chairs were strewn about, and a stack of stools stood in a corner like a barbecue stand set up on the sidewalk.
The lounge faces south, so there is plenty of sunlight coming in without being too dazzling.
The two residents pushed the door open and walked in, chatting and laughing. The first thing they saw was the sunshine on the table, and Ling Ran who was seriously playing games in the corner.
The two who were chatting stopped tacitly.
They sat silently in the corner on the other side away from Ling Ran, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.
"Hey, why don't you go out to eat." Lu Wenbin, a burly resident doctor, looked at Ling Ran, feeling like he was seeing a senior doctor.
The resident doctor who came with him was a little too lazy to move, but when he looked up at Ling Ran, he suddenly felt the pressure, so he nodded and said, "Then go out and eat."
The two got up together and were about to go out. Lu Wenbin said unconsciously, "Doctor Ling, let's go first."
"Okay." Ling Ran replied, his attention still focused on the phone screen.
The two resident doctors left the waiting room and walked a long way. Lu Wenbin suddenly stopped and asked, "Why did I tell him to go first?"
"Yes, why?"
"Why?"
There is more than one little doctor who asked this question. The lounge is a safe haven for little doctors.
Some attendings, deputy directors, and directors like to stay in the office, and some like to stay in the operating room. In fact, if given a choice, most surgeons feel that the environment in the operating room is more comfortable. Human affairs are simply comfortable.
Young residents and interns like the operating room, but there are not many opportunities to go there. As for the office—since the electronic medical record system has been applied in the hospital, young doctors have no pleasure sitting in front of the computer. An average electronic medical record needs nearly 10,000 words. Even if the copy-and-paste method is adopted, the heavy task of writing a case is still nauseating in the face of an average of 20 to 30 patients per week. Medicine, doctor's orders, daily ward rounds, surgical assistants, continuing to study and preparing for exams, laughing with the director, deputy director, and attending physicians, etc.
Therefore, sitting in the lounge where middle-aged doctors seldom visit is almost the most comfortable time for young doctors in the hospital.
Until... when everyone began to feel the pressure from Ling Ran.
Sutured by the tang method is a Level 4 operation. Of course, surgery is not graded based on difficulty alone, but those who can perform Level 4 surgery are still the best among doctors.
In other words, such an operation is actually the dream operation of young doctors.
Theoretically, for a tang method of suture, it is possible to recruit a senior attending doctor to help, and then transfer two resident doctors to help...
When any resident doctor or intern thinks about this, he would rather go to the rooftop to relax, rather than sit in the lounge, especially facing the screen, the extremely serious Ling Ran always reminds people of a serious superior doctor.
Ling Ran didn't notice anything, and was still having fun.
Dong Zhizhuan's coach recovered very well. Although he was transferred to another department, he was still very grateful to Ling Ran. He specially asked him to add a few trumpets in the club. When there were interns practicing, he would bring Ling Ran with him.
Although they often said things like "I lost the bet" and "increased the difficulty" in the voice chat, Ling Ran never took it to heart.
"Ling Ran." The lounge door was pushed open heavily.
The one who came in was Wang Zhuangyong, who was an intern in the laboratory.
Wang Zhuangyong's white coat was clean and ironed to a crisp. He himself is also tidy, not like a doctor, but more like a salesman doing cars or real estate.
"Can you get off work on time today?" Wang Zhuangyong asked.
"Yes. Did you ask on WeChat just now?" Ling Ran looked serious. The Cheng Yaojin he manipulated is trying to avoid the enemy's pursuit. His right index finger is sliding desperately on the left side of the screen, and it is helping the left thumb—an excellent surgeon naturally needs to make full use of each finger.
"I asked you a few times before, and you worked overtime." Wang Zhuangyong said and urged: "Go out first, Chen Wanhao is waiting outside."
"Leave if you die..." Ling Ran's voice paused for a moment, then stood up silently, and put the phone in his pocket.
…
After eating out with his roommates, Ling Ran took the bus home.
Mother Tao Ping cooks very infrequently. No matter how happy she is, she can't cook once a week.
Comrade Ling Jieyu is very hardworking. It's just that there is no necessary relationship between hard work and delicious food, so even if Ling Ran is studying at a university in the city, he doesn't often run home for dinner.
Get off at the entrance of the alley, the further you go in, the less light you feel.
The street lights that were uniformly installed in the past few years began to break down frequently, and the municipal staff would come to repair them every once in a while to change the bulbs. During this period, the street lights just went out of order.
Fortunately, the doors of the shops on both sides are brightly lit, with red, yellow, and green lights intertwined, a bit magical, a bit modern, and a bit social.
During the time when people gather, Xiagou is actually a very lively place. The white-collar workers who work in the nearby office buildings also come here to eat, occasionally buy some gadgets, get a small injection or something.
However, when the crowd disperses, the only street lamps and door lamps will make people feel a little palpitating, and it will be even more disturbing when the small shops in the alley are closed.
With his hands in his pockets, Ling Ran walked silently through the alley. After a while, he saw the red and yellow lights of his clinic.
The gate of the clinic has been closed, and there is a small door next to it for entry and exit.
In the evening, I no longer receive infusions, and the business of selling medicines is less and less, and I basically don’t do it. There is a 24-hour pharmacy more than a hundred meters away from the alley, and there are all kinds of products and points. The clinic can’t compete. The presence.
A faint fragrance wafted through the courtyard.
Ling Ran wrinkled his nose slightly, and was very sure that this was the meal cooked by his mother.
Is mom cooking
Unconsciously, Ling Ran was a little surprised, took two quick steps, pushed open the door to the north, and saw a table full of dishes.
"Why are you back?" Comrade Tao Ping was a little surprised when he saw his son.
Ling Ran was silent for two seconds: "There is nothing to do today."
"Have you got a meal yet?"
"have eaten."
"That's good." Tao Ping breathed a sigh of relief, and started to set the chopsticks again, saying, "I made a vegetarian meal. You can sit down and drink some soup. Dongsheng came down from the mountain and didn't eat anything."
While talking, a little novice monk about 10 years old came in, breathing warmly. When he saw Ling Ran, he saluted Ling Ran and said seriously, "Hello, benefactor Xiao Ling."
Then, he saluted Tao Ping again and said, "Thank you layman, the bath water is very comfortable."
The little novice monk has a thick head and a thick head, his hair is shaved clean, and he looks like a small football.
His gray monk robe was clean and full of ritual sense.
Tao Ping was very happy when she saw the small and naive little novice, she pulled him over, rubbed her head and smiled, "Dongsheng is so polite."
The little monk Dongsheng's face froze, and he said in a low voice: "Layman... please don't rub your face, I have applied face cream."
"Oh oh oh, it takes good maintenance to be cute for a few more years, just like our family Ling Ran." Tao Ping sighed as she spoke, tiptoed to reach her son's head, and said: "It's not fun when it grows too big. "
Ling Ran sat down silently, rescued the little novice monk, and touched his smooth and tender head, and asked, "Is it for your master to get the medicine?"
"Yes." The little novice would go down the mountain every once in a while to buy medicines. At the beginning, someone took them with him, but now he runs around by himself. He weighed in rubbing his head and face, then sat obediently next to Ling Ran, and said, "Master helped the laymen make pills this morning, and suddenly felt a stomachache and sour stomach, so he asked me to buy several boxes of aluminum carbonate tablets for later use. "
"The host has a stomachache." Tao Ping said in surprise, "I used to take the pills made by the host when I had a stomachache. Does he not use it himself?"
"Master said that pills can cure the root cause, not emergency." The little novice bowed slightly.
"It makes sense, yes, I have taken a Tibetan medicine two years ago that is very good, and it cures the root cause and saves the emergency. I will look for it, and you will bring it to Master later." Tao Ping went back to the room to look through the inventory. up.
The little novice hesitated for a few seconds, sang the Buddha's name, and said to Tao Ping's back, "Thank you layman."