The patient with a ruptured capsule was discharged from the hospital after only lying in the observation room for one day.
Until he left, he seemed to be in a state of trance, but to the doctors, apart from the location of the injury being interesting, the wound itself was indeed lackluster.
"It recovered quite quickly." Zheng Pei signed the discharge form as the chief surgeon, stroked his mustache on his chin, and smiled at Ling Ran: "The sewing is really good, have you sewed it before?"
This is a question that many people are curious about, and Ling Ran's answer has become increasingly simple: "My own clinic."
Zheng Pei had heard the name of "Xiagou Clinic" a long time ago, nodded and said: "The family has a long history, but, do you have so many patients with broken cysts in Xiagou?"
Ling Ran said: "The vertical mattress is also often used to sew stomachs for the elderly."
"Does your clinic still operate?" The doctor's first impression when he heard the stomach stitching was naturally the stitching after the laparotomy.
Ling Ran couldn't be bothered, so he said, "It's been a long time."
Zheng Pei was just asking casually, but when he noticed Ling Ran's attitude, he smiled and stopped talking, and turned to tease the little nurse next to him: "You know, what did that patient with a broken bladder ask me?"
The little nurse who was sorting out the cases blinked her long eyelashes and asked, "What are you asking?"
Zheng Pei likes to talk nasty things to the little nurse who just joined the job, he laughed twice, and said: "He asked if his hard penis can be used in the future, and I said that the probability of it being used is very high now. Yes, as long as you don’t get stimulated for the time being, you’ll be fine. Then the patient quickly asks someone to book a hotel for him, saying that his girlfriend is too pretty, and she’s young, so she’ll want to... "
When Zheng Pei said this, his voice suddenly became softer: "He is in his thirties, and he plays skateboarding or playing in a band all day long, but his girlfriend is young and beautiful. If you decide on a hotel, you can book a hotel. What do you mean? What happened to the world?"
The little nurse ran away on tiptoe.
Ling Ran went to see several patients who underwent debridement.
The attendings can learn about the patient's condition through the resident doctor and nurse, but he does not have this kind of convenience. Two or even three ward rounds a day are not too busy, but it is still more comfortable than the resident doctor in charge of the bed.
For young doctors, the work of managing the bed is like having synovitis on the knee. When you stay still, you don’t feel burdened. Once you want to move, the knee will keep reminding you It is impossible to take a vacation, because there are patients who are discharged from the hospital today and patients who are admitted to the hospital tomorrow. If you leave, you will be out of gear. It is impossible to stay at home on weekends. Even if there are no sudden symptoms, you still have to go to see patients who have been anesthetized the day before, and change the doctor's orders of patients who were admitted to the hospital two days ago. How long you can stay at home is purely luck. It is impossible to sleep late, and the rounds in the morning must be done, otherwise, when the superior doctor comes, he will be scolded and his flesh will become tight.
The worst thing is a resident doctor like Lu Wenbin, who has to do the job but can't do it, and can't learn it even if he wants to. He feels that he is making progress, but finds that there are more and more things he doesn't understand...
Lu Wenbin couldn't understand the two patients who couldn't be stitched together.
He has read a lot of materials, and there are some who enter the second stage of surgery within three to five days, but most of them reach this standard after three or four weeks.
Both patients recovered extremely well. Although it was a good thing, it made Lu Wenbin a little guilty.
"The edema has basically subsided, and there are a little more scars. Let's check our mobility..." Ling Ran's voice sounded, waking up Lu Wenbin who was facing the door with his back.
Lu Wenbin immediately walked over, said hello, and silently watched Ling Ran examine the patient.
To be honest, Ling Ran's inspection methods are completely lackluster. Even if you look at it from the perspective of a layman, you can feel the gap between him and Wang Haiyang's inspections.
However, in the final analysis, inspection is inspection. The essentials of the action are clear. It mainly depends on the patient's condition. It is a job that interns are often assigned, and it is far less important than surgery.
Thinking of this, Lu Wenbin couldn't help but recall the scene of Ling Ran's operation that day in his mind.
What a chicken!
No matter how much he thought about it, Lu Wenbin couldn't understand why Ling Ran, who was so good at suturing, was so good at cutting chicken that he was inferior to a resident doctor.
Maybe it's a genius flaw.
"It's nothing, I'll go back first." Ling Ran finished his ward rounds, so there was nothing else to do.
Lu Wenbin was taken aback: "Go back now? Don't you want to practice your hands anymore?"
Ling Ran's incision technique was still on his mind.
"There's an operation tomorrow, so you need to keep your spirits up." Ling Ran was talking about the third case of tang suture tomorrow. Although he had the master-level suturing technique of tang method, Ling Ran would not relax because of it.
When he was studying, whenever there was an exam the next day, he would review the knowledge points according to the exam syllabus, and check everything from pencil to pen, from ruler to manuscript paper or admission ticket. The same is true for the major exams, and the same is true for the in-class exams.
Taking a casual test or something has never been in Ling Ran's consideration.
For Ling Ran, surgery is an exam.
Lu Wenbin looked at Ling Ran's leaving figure, but shook his head secretly, and thought: I'm still too proud. With this time, practice a few more incisions. When I have surgery tomorrow, it won't be so ugly. This time he is a middle-aged uncle, he doesn't care about the scars on his hands, what will he do next time he meets someone who loves beauty.
Turning his head, Lu Wenbin thought again: Could it be that Ling Ran gave up practicing cutting? If he really doesn't do the incision, it's not bad to leave it to me.