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Chapter 137

The doctor who arranged the concert was young and had never dealt with an old patient like Boss Shao, so his claws became numb all of a sudden.

Ling Ran just wiped his hands with the remaining half bottle of alcohol gel, hugged Boss Shao with one hand, and put the other hand on his neck. He straightened him up and stopped the bleeding with his bare hands.

Boss Shao used all his strength to take a step, and Ling Ran had no choice but to put it in front of the window.

You can just see the lively crowd below, the fiery backup dancers, and the colorful lights.

"It looks good." Boss Shao spoke with trembling lips, but the gurgling blood on his head gradually stopped.

The young doctor stationed at the concert was greatly surprised.

Although he was also sent from a tertiary-level hospital, the First Affiliated Hospital of Changxi Medical University, the level of Changyi Hospital is far inferior to that of Yunhua Hospital. The largest surgical operation that the emergency department can handle

It was debridement of the limbs, and I had never seen him stop bleeding with bare hands. The young resident was only prepared to help the injured, but did not know how to save the life. At this time, he could only quickly cooperate with Ling Ran, hand him gauze, and wipe away the blood.

, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Boss Shao felt that his head was no longer bleeding, and he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's just right. It didn't delay the concert. The tickets are quite expensive."

Ling Ran looked at the decoration and area of ​​the room and expressed his agreement.

His endless wealth will probably be spent very quickly if he uses it to buy VIP private room-style concert tickets.

"The special needs wards of your Yun Medical Hospital are not as expensive as this room." Boss Shao said again, his voice still weak.

The young doctor laughed: "People come to the concert to watch the performance, so the labor cost must be taken into account."

"The combined working life of the doctors and nurses in the special needs ward of the hospital is longer than the working life of the concert." Boss Shao chuckled twice.

The young doctor said: "Then you still come to the concert?"

"It's mainly because I've made a lot of money recently." Boss Shao said and glanced at Ling Ran. Ever since Ling Ran saved two people at his place, more customers have come, even exceeding the restaurant's capacity.

Many people came to buy a few skewers of meat and took photos. The longer they queued, the more excited they became, so much so that Boss Shao’s medical fund overflowed.

Of course, there will definitely be another loss this time.

A young doctor with a monthly salary of more than 3,000 yuan and a bonus of more than 3,000 yuan has nothing to say. He silently turns his face to look at the stage. A minute of watching earns a day's salary.

After the Yunhua Gymnasium was renovated and renovated, it looks quite modern from the outside. The facilities inside are also quite advanced, but the internal structure is still that of the old gymnasium.

It is placed in the so-called VIP room, which has a normal view but a larger area.

Ling Ran squeezed Boss Shao, who was half-sitting. The little doctor supported Boss Shao and was able to sit down easily.

On the stage, a group of backup dancers also jumped out happily, accompanied by huge cheers.

The stadium was already in a state of excitement.

Someone started shouting fiercely:

"Meng Xue!"

"Brother Shanyu!"

"Meng Xue!"

"Brother Shanyu!"

Boss Shao smiled and said "Meng Xue", but his voice became softer and softer.

Ling Ran was surprised by Boss Shao's unusual weakness. He observed him carefully, then pressed his belly with his hand, frowned and asked, "Boss Shao, I remember your belly isn't that big."

"I've been working out recently... lost weight..." Boss Shao's breath became short.

"What... does this mean?" The little doctor was so nervous that he felt something was wrong.

Ling Ran performed a physical examination of the abdomen with one hand, observed Boss Shao's expression, and then said slowly: "There may be internal bleeding."

"Is it possible to cause internal bleeding after a fall?" The young doctor didn't believe it.

But Boss Shao laughed out loud: "It's unlucky for people to have diarrhea and be hospitalized even if they drink cold water. Believe me, I've tried it."

"It's nothing to be proud of, Boss Shao." Ling Ran didn't know how to evaluate Boss Shao's optimism. If he was equally optimistic, he would probably laugh out loud now.

"You are laughing." Boss Shao said forcefully, staring at the corner of Ling Ran's mouth.

"Is the first aid kit here? Cut off his clothes first, and then disinfect his abdomen." Ling Ran gave the order decisively.

"Our ambulance is ready, and the stretcher trolley will be here soon." The young doctor looked at Ling Ran nervously and said, "Why don't we get in the ambulance and deal with it later."

"Will there be any difference in the first aid plan after getting into the ambulance?" Ling Ran turned to ask him.

This is a matter of medical judgment.

Naturally, the little doctor couldn't answer it.

The ambulance has a pacemaker, an oxygen machine, and infusion products. According to the configuration of the concert, a large number of drugs are also prepared, especially anti-syncope and anti-arrhythmia drugs. The only thing missing is a person who can do it

Doctor operating.

And when a patient is bleeding internally, God knows if he can make it to the hospital.

On the other hand, Ling Ran's momentum was too strong.

The operating room is a place where pride and inferiority accumulate.

In the operating room, the surgeon in charge makes judgments about the patient's life and death while performing operations concerning the patient's life and death. The decision is made in a word that cannot be refuted.

The little doctor hides in the shadow of the chief surgeon, dedicates his strength, dedicates his inferiority, and acts as a punching bag.

Ling Ran, who has performed hundreds of Tang operations so far, is already a qualified surgeon.

In fact, an ordinary attending physician in an ordinary hospital who performs surgeries for two to three years may not be able to equal Ling Ran's surgeries, let alone the number of advanced surgeries.

The junior emergency department doctor from Changyi was only proficient in debridement and suturing, and diagnosing diarrhea and fever, so how could he fight against Ling Ran.

He just subconsciously wants to put patients in a place with better medical conditions.

For example, the conditions of an ambulance will be much better than that of a private room.

The environment in the private room is really not conducive to having a belly.

Naturally it is not conducive.

However, the biggest role of a doctor is to weigh the pros and cons, not to be foolproof.

What is infallible is a fairy tale.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are reality.

Before, Ling Ran tried his best to avoid having his stomach opened at Boss Shao's barbecue restaurant and night market because he had better choices.

Now, Ling Ran decided to have his belly opened without hesitation because there was no better choice.

"Give me the iodophor." Ling Ran waited for the little doctor to open the box and then demoted him to an assistant.

The little doctor obediently handed over a bottle of iodophor.

Ling Ran skillfully splashed the yellow liquid.

At this moment, he really didn't know how to evaluate Boss Shao's luck.

Ling Ran would really have trouble dealing with other medical symptoms, but with his perfect bare-handed ability to stop bleeding and deal with internal bleeding, it is not difficult. Boss Shao's life must be safe.

If you need to change a doctor, or if Ling Ran is not present, let the on-site doctors handle it. No matter whether internal bleeding is found or not, it will be difficult for them to handle it well. Boss Shao's stomach has no wounds, and ordinary doctors must open the abdomen.

Only exploration can stop the bleeding. Given the current environmental conditions, it is unclear whether they would dare to open the abdomen for exploration. Without enough plasma, the probability of survival after open abdomen exploration would not be much higher.

However, to say that Boss Shao is lucky, the blood all over the floor must have something to say about it.

"Please ask everyone else to go out. It's easy to get cross-infected." Ling Ran looked around and started to clear the place, while injecting local anesthetics.

Everyone in the box was kicked out. Only Li Lei and the little doctor stayed. They grabbed the extra mobile phone in their hands and turned on the flashlight twice as bright.

Ling Ran rinsed his hand again, asked for the scalpel again, and slashed with a bow at Boss Shao who was lying on his back.

"Meng Xue!!!"

"Brother Shan Yu!!!" The downstairs was quiet for more than ten seconds because of Meng Xue's appearance. In an instant, there was a huge noise because of Meng Xue's appearance.

"Help the person, don't move." Ling Ran concentrated his energy and issued the order, and then, half of his arm was inserted straight into the opening.

Turbulent blood gushed out from the wound, and Boss Shao's painful voice was firmly held down by Li Lei and the young doctor.

It only took Ling Ran a few seconds to confirm the location of the injury, which was a branch vein of the mesentery.

"Okay, let's pick up the stretcher and prepare to send people to the hospital." Ling Ran said and sat down, looking at the stage outside the window. He happened to see the tall Meng Xue jumping off the trampoline and doing splits in the air.

He's as handsome as a circus professional.
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