"Dr. Hashimoto wants to see Ling Ran's surgery, but we have to wait for us to arrange patients..." Huo Congjun looked at Dr. Zhou.
Dr. Zhou had the most ghostly ideas, and he had been guessing everyone's thoughts just now. At this time, Huo Congjun's bull's-eye saw him, and Dr. Zhou immediately stood up and said, "Can I watch the video?"
"By the way, we have a video!" Huo Congjun immediately praised Dr. Zhou in his heart, thinking that although this guy is lazy, his brain is quite flexible.
Doctor Zhou smiled and said, "Our No. 1 operating room has filmed several operations, and the video should still be there."
Previously, the operation was filmed mainly for Ling Ran's own learning, and also for Huo Congjun's spot check.
The condition of operating room No. 1 in the emergency department of Yunyi is very good, and the shooting in the operating room is relatively convenient, but it is not opened often, and Ling Ran and other young doctors use it most frequently.
"So, let's watch the video first?" Huo Congjun used interrogative sentences, but it was already decided.
Compared with on-site surgery, there is no risk in watching videos, and it can still be spread through Shiro Hashimoto.
"The video is also very good." Shiro Hashimoto nodded in agreement.
"Old Zhou, go get it." Huo Congjun ordered, and then looked at Director Jin.
The latter immediately sent someone to come and debug the equipment.
After a while, the luxurious 98-inch LCD screen of the Hand Surgery Department showed the scene of the operating room.
"Patient Mao Jiaying, 35 years old, single finger laceration..." Lu Wenbin was called to the stage to make an introduction. He is a resident doctor and first assistant. All patients' medical history needs to be well-known. On the contrary, Ling Ran, the chief surgeon, does not need to pay attention to so many chores. He only needs to listen to Lu Wenbin's condensed information, such as allergies Symptoms, physiological indicators that affect surgery, etc.
Director Wang Haiyang waited for Lu Wenbin to give a basic introduction, and then said coldly: "This patient is the patient you just tested."
Holding the case in hand, Pan Hua nodded and thought, "We did the test just now..."
"Wait, let me guess." Hashimoto Shiro reached out to stop Pan Hua from explaining.
He squinted his eyes, stretched his neck, and said slowly: "Is it the first patient, right? A single finger laceration fits the bill. From the point of view of the injured part..."
"You guessed it right." Wang Haiyang interrupted him and asked, "Can I start?"
The hand surgery resident immediately ended the suspension.
The video starts directly from the moment of the operation. The two-thirds of the screen on the left is the picture directly looking at the operation surface, and the other third simultaneously plays the scene in the operating room and the values on the monitor.
Hashimoto Shiro carefully compared the movements of Ling Ran's hands and the state of the art field, without saying a word.
After performing the Kaneko Tsubasa hand function test on the patient, Hashimoto Shiro no longer considered the problems during the operation, and his focus of observation was on Ling Ran himself.
Ling Ran, who was wearing a mask and microscopic glasses, could not see his face clearly, but Shiro Hashimoto was quite uncomfortable with his straight nose bridge, smooth skin, straight waist and flawless figure.
This kind of idol-level man must have been pestered by girls in middle school so that he couldn't study, or he wasted his youth in clubs.
Shiro Hashimoto's eyes wandered, and fell on the equipment nurse again.
The little nurse is very young, with big eyes and long eyelashes, and a cute little nose. She is busy and focused, and her chest seems to be big.
Hashimoto Shiro, with a surgeon's upper body, said with a smile in Japanese: "Nurses in China are very beautiful. Is she Dr. Ling's girlfriend? What's her name?"
Ling Ran hesitated for a moment, then looked at Lu Wenbin. He performs four or five operations every day, how can he remember every nurse who cooperates, that is, Wang Jia and others are familiar with it.
Before Lu Wenbin could speak, the Puchou resident couldn't help but said, "This is Su Mengxue, of course it's not Dr. Ling's girlfriend."
His voice was not loud, but he said very smoothly: "Although Su Mengxue has only been in our hospital for more than a year, she is already a full-time nurse in the operating room. She especially likes rice noodles and can eat spicy food, but she can't get fat no matter how much she eats." type… "
"It's not Dr. Ling's girlfriend. What a pity. She's a very cute girl. Is the rice noodle crossing the bridge?" Hashimoto Shiro asked through an interpreter.
The Puchou resident doctor nodded.
Hashimoto Shiro sighed a long time, and said: "The Chinese hospital is also very good. The beautiful young nurses will cheer up the doctors. When I was in the hospital, the cooperative nurses I often met were aunts. …”
The translator could only translate half of what Hashimoto Shiro said, and after flipping through the pages, he couldn't hear Hashimoto Shiro's words, but instead heard Japanese-style heavy breathing.
Also with a drastic change in expression was the general ugly resident doctor.
Looking at the 98-inch LCD screen again, Su Mengxue, the equipment nurse, approached Ling Ran, and without knowing what to say, she put her face close to his chest, and rubbed vigorously on Ling Ran's chest, then rubbed again, Rubbing again, rubbing again...
In the direction that the director of the operating room could not see, the young nurse Su Mengxue clearly showed a happy expression of enjoyment.
But she forgot that the direction she turned was exactly the direction the camera was shooting.
"Did she talk just now? What did she say?" The resident doctor Pu Chou asked nervously, knowing that it was not his turn to speak.
"She wants to sweat." Ling Ran explained with a normal face.
"Kneading sweat... can you do it like this?" His voice trembled after staying in the operating room for several years.
"Isn't it?" Ling Ran asked back.
Lu Wenbin, who was 1.8 meters tall, looked at his resident colleague whose name was so ordinary that it was hard to remember, with a sympathetic smile and a natural condescension.
Hashimoto Shiro, who worked in the operating room more than ten years ago, was not seen shaking his body only because of his heavy weight.
The interpreter tried his best to prick up his ears, so that he could barely hear Shiro Hashimoto's soliloquy: It appeared, the legendary operating room actually existed.