"Reporter Zou, please take a look. The rehabilitation room of our Yun Medical Hospital can be said to be the best in the province. The establishment of a professional rehabilitation department was also initiated by our hand surgery department." Wang Haiyang introduced the situation to Zou Yawen along the way.

The rehabilitation room of the Hand Surgery Department is spacious and bright, with a wide area and many rooms. It has always been the publicity facade of the Hand Surgery Department and Yun Medical.

Zou Yawen cooperated and posed several times for photos.

Wang Haiyang continued to introduce cheerfully: "Our rehabilitation room has a very high ratio of hospital beds, not only in Changxi Province, but also among the best in the country..."

Zou Yawen smiled and walked around a few rooms. After listening to various introductions, she soon became bored.

She didn't want to delve into the differences between different rehabilitation rooms, so she asked: "Dr. Ling, do you have any patients in the rehabilitation room?"

Obviously, Zou Yawen has escaped from the embarrassment of shrimp meat.

Ling Ran was sent to the front line again and said: "Yes."

"Can I see your patient?" Zou Yawen's tone was soft and weak, giving the impression that she was like the kind of female host who is easily bullied, which not only made boys feel protective.

However, the female doctors and nurses present silently glanced at the pretentious Zou Yawen with disdain.

"You can tell who the patient belongs to by looking at his or her bracelet. Those in the emergency department belong to me." Ling Ran's answer was somewhat unsatisfactory.

Zou Yawen pouted slightly, and just entered a new rehabilitation room, and went to look at the bracelets of the patients one by one. The temptation of the little gesture, and the associations of pity, immediately attracted the attention of several young doctors.

Get angry.

However, everyone couldn't get angry because of the same enemy. Is it possible that Ling Ran should be asked to comfort the female reporter? Wouldn't that push this weak and intellectual female reporter to Ling Ran?

Everyone looked at Zou Yawen's movements of bending over and raising her hips, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"These are all patients of Dr. Ling... Yeah, so is this one... So is this one... They are all..." Zou Yawen looked over one by one and let out a soft exclamation.

Ling Ran's expression was dull: "This rehabilitation room is allocated to the emergency department."

"If you didn't tell me earlier, you still asked me to look at the bracelet." Zou Yawen patted Ling Ran's arm gently, and secretly screamed in her heart that it was so hard, and then a feeling of happiness appeared.

Ling Ran thought to himself, I am teaching you a common method, but you directly want the answer.

Ling Ran would not give a good look to someone who wanted an answer directly, and naturally he would not even give an explanation.

Zou Yawen was so good at observing words and expressions. When she saw Ling Ran's expression, she seemed unhappy, and immediately began to reflect: Could it be that Dr. Ling didn't like others touching him? That's impossible, maybe he doesn't like girls who are too proactive... It's possible, but

, how to attract Dr. Ling’s attention without taking the initiative? Well, Dr. Ling may be the kind of man who has a special desire to conquer, like Fifty Shades of Gray... Oops, so shameful.

Therefore, after striking a beautiful pose, Zou Yawen concentrated on her work.

In terms of work alone, Zou Yawen is actually quite excellent.

She is a top student who graduated from PBC College of Finance. Because of her good looks and professional skills, she joined a provincial financial channel as a host. However, she resigned because she couldn't stand the entanglement of an average-looking, older middle-aged man with a family.

"Yunhua Daily".

For interviews, Zou Yawen has her own skills and confidence.

She found an average-looking, older middle-aged man. She first taught him the correct order of peeling shrimps, and then handed him over a newly bought crayfish. The man peeled off the shrimps without caring about the pain in his fingers.

Got up.

"Wow, the peeling is really good." Zou Yawen praised, and brought a box of crayfish to find another patient.

Everyone is very cooperative.

Regardless of whether you are beautiful or not, everyone should always behave well when facing the camera.

A group of doctors could only watch in silence as they watched Zou Yawen pose for photos and conduct interviews.

For them, peeling crayfish as a criterion for finger recovery is really amateurish, but they are amateurs in the first place.

"Wow, was Dr. Ling the one who performed the surgery on you too?"

"Wow, did you recover in a few days?"

"Wow, your recovery speed is very fast recently, isn't it?"

Zou Yawen moved back and forth in the rehabilitation room with graceful postures and humorous words. She constantly praised the value of hand surgery and doctors, making the young doctors feel light and airy all over.

"Wow, was your severed finger replanted by Dr. Ling?" Zou Yawen came to another patient and asked.

"I'm here to change the dressing." Mao Penghai, 31, was sweating coldly as the nurse pricked his skin to use heparin to protect his fingers from being killed by blood clots.

Zou Yawen looked at her fingers, which were still a little black, and said with fear, "It looks very serious."

"That's nonsense." Mao Penghai was sweating coldly and his attitude was extremely bad.

A doctor in the rehabilitation room quickly stepped forward, blocked Zou Yawen, and whispered to her: "The patient is in a state of withdrawal reaction and is quite anxious. Let's interview another person."

Zou Yawen was startled: "Withdrawal reaction? Is he...that...addict?"

"Smoker." The doctor in the rehabilitation room said: "This patient has a history of smoking for 15 years. We originally refused to replant his severed finger, but because of the strong request of the patient and his family, and in addition, the patient also has a strong desire to

He has the desire to quit smoking, but he is currently experiencing withdrawal reactions. He feels pain all over his body, chest tightness and shortness of breath. He also has poor sleep at night and is sleepy during the day. It is an obvious sign of nicotine deficiency..."

"Are you taking advantage of the opportunity to replant your severed finger to quit smoking? He is very perseverant." Zou Yawen praised: "Then I want to interview him even more."

The doctor in the rehabilitation room laughed dumbly and said, "He can't smoke anymore."

Director Wang Haiyang stood up, smiled, pointed to his finger, and simulated: "The blood vessels in the finger are very thin, and nicotine will cause spasm of the blood vessels in the finger, causing blood clots... In short, smoking is absolutely not recommended for replanting a severed finger.

Allowed."

"How long will the ban be?" This question was not asked by Zou Yawen, but by Mao Penghai who walked over slowly.

The doctor in the rehabilitation room sighed and said: "Mr. Mao, I told you that smoking will not do you any good. Why not take this time to quit smoking completely?"

"I also want to quit, but I just feel uncomfortable," Mao Penghai said helplessly, covering his chest. He felt pain even when he took a deep breath, which was worse than the pain in his fingers.

Wang Haiyang shook his head and said: "Mr. Mao, from the perspective of our hand surgery department, smoking at any time is risky, especially in the first few months. There are countless benefits to you from quitting smoking, but there are countless benefits to smoking.

It’s very dangerous.”

"Is it dangerous to smoke just one?" Mao Penghai asked.

"It's very dangerous." Wang Haiyang said seriously: "Not even one cigarette, just half a cigarette. The dose of nicotine contained in it has greatly exceeded the standard."

"Isn't there a filter?"

"It's the same with a filter!" Wang Haiyang sensed the danger and said more sternly: "Smoking will cause the replanted finger to become necrotic again. You must never smoke again."

"I know, I'm just talking." Mao Penghai, who was also in his 30s, just smiled, looked at Ling Ran, nodded, and said, "Dr. Ling, thank you."

"You're welcome." Ling Ran paused and then said, "Don't smoke. Keep quitting."

"If you don't want to suck it, don't suck it." Mao Penghai laughed twice and left.

A primary treasure box brought with "sincere thanks" fell in front of Ling Ran.

Ling Ran glanced at Mao Penghai in surprise and waved it away.

A silver-gray book appeared, with the words "Vertical Mattress Inversion Suture Method (Specialization)" written on the title page.

Ling Ran, who was used to energy potions, couldn't help but be stunned.

The vertical mattress inversion suture method is a type of inversion suture method. It is different from the butt suture and the interrupted vertical mattress suture that Ling Ran has mastered before. It is mainly used to suture the gastrointestinal tract, also known as Lumber.

The special suture method is a technique often used in general surgery. Although Ling Ran cannot use this method at present, the abdominal cavity is the most common area for surgeons after all. Mastering a varus suture method can make Ling Ran's surgery more comfortable.

The range of applications of the arsenal has been greatly expanded.

If there is any regret, it is that the specialization is not high-end enough. But this is a skill that a senior attending can only acquire after years of study. Ling Ran still feels very satisfied with being able to acquire it so easily.

Zou Yawen was very interested in Mao Penghai's condition, and said to Wang Haiyang thoughtfully: "So, your rehabilitation room must not only consider the patient's physical recovery, but also take into account their other conditions."

"Yes." Wang Haiyang nodded deeply.

Zou Yawen smiled and said: "It is really rare to have such good material. Director Wang, why don't you lend Ling Ran to me and I will do a series of in-depth interviews for us."

In-depth interviews are rare, and Zou Yawen's conditions also made Wang Haiyang rigid in his thinking.

He turned his head to look at the others and said hesitantly: "This...Ling Ran is technically a member of the emergency department."

"Then I have to go to the emergency department for an interview?" Zou Yawen seemed to be asking.

Wang Haiyang grimaced: "I'll think of another way, think of a way..."

"Then that's it for today. If you think of a solution, remember to inform me." Zou Yawen left the rehabilitation room with her head held high.

The other doctors also slowly dispersed.

31-year-old Mao Penghai stared in the direction of the door of the hospital bed. When everyone was gone, he quickly took out a squashed soft Chinese stick from under the bed, secretly hid it in his hand, got into the bathroom, and used a lighter as he cherished it.
Chapter completed!