Wang Zhuangyong can no longer stay in the treatment room, and naturally he has no place in the emergency room.

Ling Ran took Wang Zhuangyong to the ward every day.

Because the frequency of visits was much higher than before, two "stubborn" patients even received "heartfelt thanks".

"I won't just have to do ward rounds in the future." Wang Zhuangyong said helplessly and worriedly, "This really lacks the atmosphere of a hospital."

"What kind of atmosphere do you want?" Ling Ran asked Wang Zhuangyong.

Wang Zhuangyong didn't know how to answer, and continued to pity himself: "You want to talk about scraped wounds, which I have seen since I was a child. How come I can't do it when I see muscles and tendons?"

Ling Ran corrected him: "You vomited when you saw the muscles and tendons of a living person, right? Is it because they can move?"

Wang Zhuangyong was trembling all over, as if he thought of some scene, he shook his head repeatedly: "Don't say it, I feel sick just talking about it."

"Either you specialize in suturing, and find a medical aesthetics department in the future to sew cosmetic needles or something?" Ling Ran thought about his master-level butt suture, and if he guided Wang Zhuangyong to practice for a period of time, he should be able to achieve good results.

of.

For newly graduated medical students, suturing is the easiest skill to demonstrate their ability, and this is how he himself experienced it.

"I have also practiced." Wang Zhuangyong moved his lips and said a little embarrassedly: "There is no chance to sew the skin now."

His training in the treatment room completely irritated the nurses. But in the hospital, if a young doctor irritated a group of nurses, life would be quite difficult.

Ling Ran thought for a while and asked, "What about massage? Do you want to learn massage?"

"Don't learn." Wang Zhuangyong shook his head without hesitation.

"Then there's nothing we can do." The techniques Ling Ran mastered are based on various skills. It's not just a sequence of techniques that can be used smoothly by teaching people.

Wang Zhuangyong couldn't help but sigh: "I also know that it's really outrageous that surgeons can't see muscles and tendons. If it doesn't work, I'll switch to internal medicine."

"It's good to do internal medicine."

"It's a pity that you have a chance to rotate in the emergency department. I think you are doing quite well in the emergency department..." Wang Zhuangyong said and laughed. In the past few days, in addition to practicing spitting water in the treatment room, he followed Ling Ran to check

After getting married, he never saw Ling Ran perform surgery again. Even so, he deeply admired Ling Ran for being called Dr. Ling.

"Not everyone in the emergency department has blood pricks. If you can't get into the treatment room..." Ling Ran thought for a moment and said, "Well, let me introduce you to Dr. Yu."

Wang Zhuangyong once again became hopeful and asked: "What should we do?"

"Her main project is in emergency surgery. In terms of expertise, Dr. Yu is better at writing papers." Ling Ran paused and then said: "She also dabbles in other areas. If you stay with her for a while, it will be better than anything else.

You can’t even learn well.”

Wang Zhuangyong nodded in agreement: "Learning anything is better than learning nothing at all."

…

Ling Ran handed Wang Zhuangyong to Yu Yuan, explained a few things, and went about his business.

The emergency department has newly renovated a 4-person ward, and moved in seven beds at once, freeing up some room in the ward.

Ling Ran was not willing to do it all at once, and carefully selected every day, only patients with multiple severed fingers.

After all, patients with one broken finger need to use one bed, and patients with ten broken fingers only need one bed, and the time they spend in the operating room is very different.

Of course, Ling Ran has never had the chance to meet a patient with severed fingers. In the field of replantation of severed fingers, severed fingers are very rare. Every time it occurs, at least one case paper is published.

Any professional hand surgery hospital, if it encounters a patient with severed fingers, will do its best to snatch him away, and then mobilize elite troops to attack the patient in the future.

From a surgical perspective, the treatment and recovery of severed fingers of ten fingers are different from those of nine and eight fingers, which are at least one level higher.

However, even Huo Congjun couldn't find such a rare type out of thin air.

Ling Ran's daily surgeries could only be done briefly and briefly.

Only on days when multiple fingers are really unavailable, Ling Ran would choose to do it with two fingers.

Even so, the seven hospital beds did not last for a week. Fortunately, some patients finally began to be discharged from the hospital, so Ling Ran did not have to wait for another break.

Of course, this is from Ling Ran's perspective.

In the eyes of everyone in the hand surgery department, Ling Ran replanted more than one finger on average every day, which can be described as terrifying. Among Yun Medical doctors, it is not uncommon for doctors to replant one finger every day, but he deliberately looks for three or four fingers every day.

There is nothing left to do.

In the past few days, Chief Physician Wang Haiyang of the Department of Hand Surgery blocked Ling Ran in the rehabilitation room.

Wang Haiyang had cooperated with Ling Ran and had been paying attention to Ling Ran for a long time. He said in a teasing tone: "You have almost used up all the observation rooms in your emergency room."

When Ling Ran heard this, he asked in surprise: "Director Huo is looking for you to make a deal again?"

"He's so beautiful." Wang Haiyang cooed twice and said, "I have a proposal to see if you are interested."

"oh?"

Wang Haiyang smiled mysteriously, took Ling Ran's arm, walked to a secluded corner, and said, "You know what it means to shoot a flying knife, right?"

"Flying to another hospital for surgery?"

"Absolutely." Wang Haiyang nodded and asked straight to the point: "Do you want to do it?"

Ling Ran looked at Wang Haiyang hesitantly.

Anyone who can throw knives must be a big shot in the industry, or at least a big shot in a region.

The so-called boss or big boss not only needs to have skills, but also needs to have a certain reputation.

Ling Ran's skills must be sufficient, but his reputation cannot be mentioned.

Fundamentally speaking, there are only two reasons for hospitals to pay for flying knives. Either the hospital itself wants to learn the technology, or the patient's condition is too complicated and the hospital or the patient hires foreign aid.

No matter what the reason is, it cannot be said to be purely technical. If it is the former, the hospital needs the doctor who performs the knife to have a certain reputation, so that he has the motivation to learn or the need to establish a long-term relationship. If it is the latter, the patient also needs to see

Only with the title of "So-and-so Director" or "So-and-so Committee Member" can you trust the other party with confidence.

As a national competitive market, Ling Ran can only be said to be a rising star in Changxi Province. Compared with the big guys in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, Ling Ran has no advantage at all.

Wang Haiyang noticed Ling Ran's concerns and felt relieved in his heart.

He is not afraid that things will be difficult to do, but he is afraid that the cooperating doctors are not sensible.

Seeing that Ling Ran knew the depth, Wang Haiyang felt relieved and said: "The other party actually came to invite me. I'm thinking about taking you with me. The surgery is not complicated. Two fingers are severed and the cost of the flying knife is 10,000 yuan.

, the tickets have already been bought, let’s take half for each of us, how about it?”

Ling Ran asked: "Since the surgery is not complicated, why do you need to hire someone?"

"The other party has just been sent to Yiyuan County Hospital. It takes five hours to drive there. Let's take the high-speed rail and it will take less than two hours."

"You can get here in five hours..." Ling Ran himself had seen patients from Yiyuan County.

Wang Haiyang laughed: "The other party is rich and knows people. Let's go over now, read the information on the way, do the surgery when we get there, and return to Yun Medical before and after dinner. Isn't 5,000 yuan per person pretty good?"

In prefecture-level cities, the price of flying knives usually fluctuates between 5,000 and 50,000, with a few priced as high as 20,000. These are complex surgeries such as craniocerebral or cardiac surgery, which often require more than one surgeon.

Of course, if you ask doctors from Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou to perform surgery, the price will be much more beautiful. The cost of round-trip air tickets and accommodation will also be higher.

"How about it? Let's perform the operation with a knife, and the patient will be relaxed. He can recuperate in the local hospital, and you don't have to worry about not having enough hospital beds..." Wang Haiyang urged Ling Ran.

I don't know what words touched Ling Ran, but Ling Ran nodded: "Okay, I won't have any surgery this afternoon, but I don't have a medical license now..."

"Don't worry, I don't have one either." Wang Haiyang grinned. According to regulations, if you don't have a multi-site medical practitioner certificate, you will lose it once you leave the hospital where you work.
Chapter completed!