When Ling Ran was at home, he taught Dr. Miao a lesson, and then started to practice on his own. A day passed.

The patient structure of Xiagou Clinic is acceptable, and now there are several cases of suturing and dozens of cases of infusion done every day.

For clinics, if the amount of infusions and medicines purchased can exceed 100, it can be said to be a considerable profit. Businesses such as cosmetic sutures can be said to be excess profits.

It can be said that the Ling family’s impulse to decorate came from this.

Ling Ran cooperated with Dr. Miao, teaching one by one, but a few patients were really not enough. Ling Ran then put up the massage sign again, "Two minutes of massage for 25 yuan" was replaced by "Two minutes of massage for 35 yuan."

, that is, a few neighbors complained.

By now, everyone knows whether Ling Ran's massage skills are good or not. Those who are willing to get massage are rushing to get it. Those who are not willing to get massage are a little jealous when they see the Ling family's price increase.

In the next few days, Ling Ran slept until he woke up naturally, then went back to sleep, then slowly went to the hospital. Most of the time, he just went home after checking the room.

Liver resection is a major operation, and the patient basically has to stay in IU for a few days. In severe cases, it is not surprising to stay for a week, two weeks, or even 20 days.

The hospital's IU has limited beds, and once they are occupied, recovery will be very slow.

Moreover, other departments also need to perform surgeries, which also occupy the resources of the IU. Their usage is basically a fixed amount, and the IU does not dare to fill up the hospital for Ling Ran alone.

No matter how handsome you are, you still have to comply with the Basic Law, right?

The most important thing is that several of Ling Ran's assistants have also entered a state of fatigue.

They have to follow the surgeries, have liver examinations, do daily tasks such as ward rounds, and then complete so many medical records that normal doctors can't create... Ling Ran's team rushes out to do flying knives on weekends.

, has collapsed to its limit.

"We will not accept liver resection patients this week." Looking at the increasing number of unfinished tasks accumulated on the wall, Ling Ran decided to hold off.

He had just acquired the skill of arthroscopic cruciate ligament reconstruction, and he had not completed the self-improvement task of "cholecystectomy", so he was ready to make some minor adjustments in advance.

At the very least, buy two books on orthopedics.

Zuo Cidian, who was sitting on a chair writing medical records, felt his throat begin to tremble when he heard: "Doctor Ling, if you don't want to accept liver resection patients, what kind of surgery are you going to do?"

"If you have any patients you want to admit, you can put them forward. If not, the hospital beds can be vacant for a few days." In fact, there are not many empty hospital beds left. In Ling Ran's group, which implements the long-stay strategy, hospital beds have long been a scarce resource.

The hospital beds now vacant are basically those of patients who have been discharged from hospital in the past two or three days.

"Is this...resting with the people?" Zuo Cidian almost shouted long live.

Lu Wenbin and Yu Yuan, who were slower to react in front of them, also widened their eyes and felt a little incredible.

"Can we really stop admitting patients?" Lu Wenbin asked in surprise.

"We won't accept it for now. Let's rest for a few days." Ling Ran nodded.

"I'll call Director Huo." Zuo Cidian came to his senses and quickly went to cut off the patient at the root.

Ling Ran's treatment team is rather special. They are located in the emergency department and do not have outpatient clinics. Therefore, if they do not take the initiative to treat patients, there will be fewer patients visiting the hospital.

Even if there is, emergency patients can still be transferred, and it is normal for elective patients to be delayed for a few days.

"Everyone has been filling up the medical records in the past few days." Zuo Cidian didn't dare to think of a template for not doing anything, and he didn't think about it either.

It’s impossible to finish the medical record, which will cause a lot of trouble.

Ling Ran was not interested in writing medical records. A medical record had tens of thousands of words, and all the data had to be copied and pasted, which was not in line with Ling Ran's aesthetics.

"I'm going to take a look around the ward. Yu Yuan is coming with me. The sense of hospital needs to continue to be strengthened." Ling Ran stood up and left without giving others a chance to express their opinions.

As for the doctors, no one wants to talk about hospital feelings or anything like that.

Everyone believes that they are the cleanest one. Even if they haven't showered for three days, they still feel that they have no body odor.

It is necessary to wash hands with alcohol gel for every physical examination, which few people are willing to do.

You can wash your hands before surgery, but few people care about disinfecting the ward.

The most important thing is that the management of hospital infection is always very troublesome, and there will be conflicts with other doctors, and nurses and head nurses often do not cooperate.

In general, this is a job that requires force to advance, but the rewards are invisible.

However, Ling Ran has never been afraid of others' slander or dissatisfaction.

If people around him were dissatisfied and were affected, Ling Ran would be at a loss as early as when he received the 100th love letter.

Therefore, even though Yu Yuan and others were also unwilling to put in the effort to make a sense of the hospital, Ling Ran still persisted.

It is right and must be done to create a sense of hospital.

Besides, it’s not a lot of trouble to carry a can of alcohol gel with you.

"The sewers must also be cleaned. The toilets in each ward must be cleaned more frequently. The original cleaning frequency is suitable for full occupancy. Now that we are adding beds for a long time, the frequency must be increased." Ling Ran hesitated and gave the order, and then by

Yu Yuan takes notes.

"Subcontract?" Yu Yuan whispered: "The nurse is not willing to do it."

"Subcontract and mobilize some interns to do it," Ling Ran said.

Yu Yuan looked up at former intern Ling Ran and whispered: "Subcontracting costs a lot of money, so you have to tell Director Huo."

"I'll call him later." Ling Ran had already received Huo Congjun's permission to spend a certain amount of department funds.

In fact, if the team is led by a senior doctor, the funding may be completely independent.

Of course, if a weak doctor leads a team of doctors and has no funds at all, he will only have to look at the director's face and speak.

"Buy some more alcohol gel." Ling Ran checked around, used up a tube of alcohol gel, and took another tube of lavender flavored one, and then said: "I'm going to the hepatobiliary surgery department, you contact the outsourcing company.

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"Isn't it necessary to cut off the liver?" Yu Yuan's liver trembled for a while.

"I'm going to see if there is a gallbladder that can be removed." Ling Ran said, "Zhang Anmin also agreed to let me do the surgery."

"Okay..." Yu Yuan watched Ling Ran go away and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Liver resection surgery is not like Achilles tendon repair. It puts a lot more pressure on the first assistant and even the second assistant. In the Ling treatment group, Lu Wenbin and Ma Yanlin accepted it better. Even so, it was only after Zhang Anmin helped.

, everyone is relatively relaxed.

Yu Yuan and Zuo Cidian were not so relaxed during the surgical operation. Even a resident doctor could do the Achilles tendon repair, but when it came time to perform the liver resection, Yu Yuan was really guilty.

The pressure is great every time.

"It would be great if doing surgery could be as easy as writing a thesis." Yu Yuan's mood became happier when she thought about the thesis. Her mind was filled with all kinds of literature. In a flash, Yu Yuan thought about her collection again, and the look on her face

The smiles rose.

Ling Ran arrived at the hepatobiliary surgery ward as if he was taking a stroll.

Recently, half of the patients in the hepatobiliary surgery ward were cut out by Ling Ran, and he came to check on them not once or twice.

The doctors and nurses all greeted me obediently.

If Ling Ran was acting rampant in the operating room before, he has been acting rampant in the hepatobiliary surgery department since Professor Feng Zhixiang left.

Neither He Yuanzheng nor his subordinates want to see a day when a doctor like Ling Ran is used as a case and beaten up at some international conference, or at any domestic conference, or at any out-of-hospital or in-hospital consultation.

…

"Where is Zhang Anmin?" Ling Ran randomly asked a doctor in a white coat.

He was thinking about having a cholecystectomy.

"Intensive care unit." The doctor answered cautiously.

The intensive care unit of the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department is the former high-level cadre ward. It is a bit simpler than the one in the emergency building, but it is fully protected by doctors and nurses. It is the first choice for patients in the Hepatobiliary Department, especially those who have undergone major hepatobiliary surgery.

Ling Ran said something louder and looked over.

Before arriving, I saw a group of people crowded in the small living room, and even people were wandering in the corridor.

Ling Ran frowned and shouted "Give way". When someone made way for a passage, he walked in.

The ward connected to the small living room was also full of people.

"Mr. Zhu, don't think too much. It's just cholecystitis. Many people get it and will be discharged from the hospital in a few days."

"Teacher Zhu worked too hard and cared too much about the students. He didn't even go to the hospital when he felt unwell."

"Teacher Zhu is full of talents all over the world, but you must also pay attention to your own body."

The people around the bed were talking to each other with smiles on their faces.

The patient on the hospital bed was almost crying. He wanted to laugh but couldn't, and his face was full of pain.

"Hey, don't be like this. I know, I might be...can it be cancer?" When Teacher Zhu said "cancer", his tongue almost stood up.

The person beside the bed said hurriedly: "No, it's really not..."

"I know, you are lying to me..."

"No one lied to you..."

"Principal Liu, I have been working for 30 years. I was hospitalized for a month the year before last, and you came to give me some fruit. But now..." Teacher Zhu looked at the flower baskets and fruit baskets around him, and tears were about to fall.

Principal Liu smiled awkwardly and asked for help again.

The grade director licked his lips, leaned into Teacher Zhu's ear, and whispered: "Lao Zhu, your son has been transferred to the Education Bureau."

Teacher Zhu was stunned for a moment, and his eyes slowly brightened.

"Am I suffering from cholecystitis?" Teacher Zhu asked.

"Yes, cholecystitis." Zhang Anmin saw that the patient had calmed down and replied, "There are adhesions, but they are not serious. We recommend removal. If you are willing, we will arrange surgery as soon as possible."
Chapter completed!