The next day.

Ling Ran reported to the emergency department of Yunhua Hospital as usual.

The management requirements for medical interns are similar to those for doctors, including checking in and clocking in on time, etc.

The difference from yesterday is that classmate Ling Ran brought lunch made by his mother with him.

Comrade Tao Ping rarely cooks. She has to devote her limited time to unlimited activities such as music, chess, calligraphy and painting, singing and dancing, drinking tea, playing with cups, making Hanfu, photography, embroidery, and other projects.

It is impossible to do housework day after day.

However, it has to be said that Comrade Tao Ping's learning ability is as good as her appearance. The food she occasionally cooks is often so delicious that one wonders: What kind of pig food did I eat with this bowl yesterday?

Therefore, Comrade Tao Ping distributed the bento she made to Ling Ran as a reward.

The bento consists of roast beef, roast goose, sausage, lettuce, Chinese cabbage, potatoes, corn, avocado, fragrant pears, dragon fruit and rice. It is neatly served in a traditional Chinese three-layer thin lacquerware with soy sauce.

, vinegar, salt and pepper, chili oil and mustard, just the sense of ritual is enough to make people stagger.

What's rare is that the taste is worthy of the visual effect - Ms. Tao Ping's seriousness in doing things is far beyond ordinary people, but she is a little indifferent to production...

"Ling Ran, come with me." Dr. Zhou was waiting at the door of the office. When he saw Ling Ran, he waved his hand.

"What's wrong?" Ling Ran ducked into the room, quickly put down the paint box, and put on a white coat.

"The director wants to see you." Dr. Zhou said with a solemn expression: "I didn't expect that you are actually an intern at the medical school. He wants to review all the cases yesterday. Oh, why didn't you say..."

"Yesterday was my first day of internship." Ling Ran really didn't know the rules in the hospital.

Dr. Zhou is a good old man. He patted his forehead and said, "It's my fault for not asking clearly. Looking at the way you sutured, I thought you were trained by another hospital."

Although medical school interns and training doctors from other hospitals all come to study, their levels and status are obviously very different.

Without waiting for Ling Ran to explain, Dr. Zhou urged again: "Let's not talk about this anymore. When the director asks, don't say you don't understand. Just say that I think you can perform the operation, so I let you perform the suturing."

,Understand?"

"Okay." Ling Ran answered very happily.

Dr. Zhou was a little confused and said, "Why don't you be humble?"

"Humility for what?"

"I have to take responsibility for what you said." Dr. Zhou waved his hand and said, "Forget it, medical interns can practice medicine with the authorization of the attending physician. Without the supervision and authorization of the attending physician,

Both of us are responsible for the operation, so you have to say I authorized it."

He couldn't explain it more clearly.

Ling Ran nodded and said: "All operations are carried out under your authorization and supervision."

"That's what I mean." Dr. Zhou said with a smile and said: "Relax, we might be colleagues in the future. You are really good at suturing. You didn't learn it in school, you are very experienced.

"

"Occasionally I help in the clinic at home." What else could Ling Ran say.

"My family runs a clinic, what's its name?"

"Xiagou Clinic."

Dr. Zhou secretly wrote it down and thought: Could it be a private clinic run by RB people?

The director of the emergency department, Huo Congjun, was an old doctor with wrinkles on his face. He asked Ling Ran a few questions and let him go. He just told Dr. Zhou to supervise him more.

After leaving the door, Ling Ran and Dr. Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at each other and smiled.

"Our director used to be a military doctor, and he is very particular about efficiency. But don't take it lightly..." Doctor Zhou assumed the responsibility of supervising Ling Ran, so he couldn't help but say a few more words.

Ling Ran nodded in agreement.

Dr. Zhou sighed again: "They say doctors rely on talent. Your talent... is really good."

It would be a lie to say that I am not envious.

He worked as a doctor for ten years before becoming a primary care physician. As far as the hospital's professional title curve is concerned, he has only climbed a little bit. As for the technical curve, it can only be said to be just the beginning.

However, judging from his current technical perspective, Ling Ran's suturing skills have really reached a certain level.

It is not easy to reach a certain height in any technology, let alone a technology like medicine where life is at stake, any improvement is valuable.

With Ling Ran's level of suturing, even if he didn't know anything else, if he specialized in suturing in the future, he wouldn't have to worry about not having enough to eat.

Otherwise, why would the director, who was always very demanding, let Ling Ran off lightly and let him continue to supervise and authorize?

Only doctors know how difficult it is to improve basic medical skills like suturing.

For a young medical student in his early twenties to master high-level suturing techniques requires extremely rare talent.

"Since the director has agreed, any patients who have sutures today will be handed over to you." Dr. Zhou finished his emotion, and the idea of ​​laziness came up again.

Ling Ran agreed immediately.

The two of them talked and returned to the emergency department. Ling Ran followed Dr. Zhou directly into the treatment room, making the junior doctors and interns waiting for Xingjin outside extremely envious.
Chapter completed!