"What kind of patient is it?" Ling Ran quickly followed Nurse Wang's footsteps and asked first.

It is impossible to say that there is no tension.

Although he received the "master-level suture technique" through a big gift package, what the patients in the emergency room need may not be just sutures.

Ling Ran didn't dare to joke about the patient's body if he wanted to practice and complete the task.

"After falling down, the branch was pierced through his palm." Nurse Wang, who was actually younger than Ling Ran, said coldly, and when he turned around, he blushed a little, his tone became softer and said, "You are so tall~"

Ling Ran has been handsome since childhood, and now he smiles habitually.

The little nurse's face turned even redder, and she quickly turned back and said, "My name is Wang Jia, Jia Jia of Jia."

"Good name." Ling Ran responded in a timely manner.

The young nurse suddenly became happy and felt that her busy work had become more relaxed. She couldn't help but give a few words of advice just to have the opportunity to have a conversation.

When he arrived at the disposal room, Wang Jia opened the curtain labeled "Three", and saw a middle-aged woman in her forties and fifties lying on the light blue operating bed, her hand stretched to the side, and a doctor was facing her back, lowering her head and gently lifting the gauze with tweezers.

Ling Ran breathed a sigh of relief with a little relaxed and regretful look.

"Doctor Zhou, I've sent the person." Wang Jiaqing said crisply.

"Thank you." Dr. Zhou paused under his hands, turned around and saw Ling Ran, and found that he was a doctor he had never seen before. He was stunned for a moment, but he didn't say anything.

Yunhua Hospital is the largest comprehensive hospital in the province. Not to mention that there are as many as thousands of people in this hospital. There are more doctors coming to train, inspect, train and intern every year, and it is normal not to know them.

At this time, there was a patient in front of him, and Dr. Zhou was even more difficult to ask, and said, "Help me debride the sodium chloride of 0.9 and complex iodine. Have you brought the anesthetic?"

"Two percent lidocaine." Wang Jia spoke while doing something, and inhaled the local anesthesia medicine into the syringe and handed it to him.

Dr. Zhou received it, took a look, and poked it at the edge of the patient's wound.

Ling Ran observed carefully and was seriously as if he was repairing the Transformers.

Although it is just an act of taking an anesthetic, it is not easy to hit the right position if the layman doesn't understand it.

The same dose cannot achieve the effect, and you can also secretly add another shot, but if it hurts the nerves or the like, it will be very annoying.

When teaching, schools often talk about theory over practice. When talking about local esoterics, they are just a few examples.

However, when a patient is injured, he will not do it according to the textbook. Medical students’ internships are used to make this supplement.

"Rinse." Dr. Zhou threw away the needle and ordered.

Ling Ran immediately picked up the solution pot that Wang Jia had prepared and fell to the wound.

"Get bigger." Dr. Zhou spoke while fiddling with the wound with tweezers.

His movements were simple and gentle. He first took away the foreign object from the patient's wound, then picked it up, and removed a small amount of skin on the edge of the wound.

For superficial wounds, if you do this, half of the small operation will be completed.

Dr. Zhou is quite square and a little ugly, so he is a careful and good-looking man. He smiled and said to the patient: "You have a lot of things on your wounds. Let's wash them for two more rounds before sewing them, don't worry."

"Don't worry, don't worry." The patient after local anesthesia stopped feeling pain, and his frown also let go, saying: I fell into the mud, and there were pine needles in the ground, so it won't affect it?"

"It doesn't affect it, just wash two more rounds." Dr. Zhou said with a gentle voice.

The patient was enlightened and was indeed less nervous.

Ling Ran heard this and seized the opportunity and said, "Dr. Zhou, can I complete the suture?"

After finally coming out of the lounge, I met a doctor who was easy to talk to. I didn’t make any requests at this time, and I would wait for it.

The system's tasks are still on hold.

Completely done, maybe reward a Transformer?

Ling Ran's eyes were illuminating.

"Well... OK." Dr. Zhou did not deliberately set up obstacles, and did not even ask more questions.

If you are on the operating table, the surgeon will definitely have various requirements for the assistant, and you cannot go as soon as you want.

But in the emergency room, there is no need to say that much about a small debridement surgery.

Dr. Zhou stays in the emergency department every day. When he sees many young doctors who come to take the surgery, he is willing to give people a chance.

He was watching from the side, and if there was any problem, he would not be troublesome.

This is why so many young doctors are queuing outside the emergency room.

Emergency doctors are famously busy and tired, and are willing to let go of such minor operations.

Ling Ran suppressed his emotions, made preparations before the operation, and then slowly sat down to the position given up by Dr. Zhou.

If it weren't for the system, he would never have come so early to find opportunities.

However, Ling Ran is still confident now that he has mastered the "master-level suture technique".

Especially when Dr. Zhou has done debridement, he has to suture a small wound and basically just follow the steps.

Ling Ran's various thoughts came to an abrupt end the moment he picked up the needle holder.

In Dr. Zhou's eyes, the little doctor's actions in front of him suddenly became more skillful from being unfamiliar.

On the previous side, Dr. Zhou was already considering whether to take over the suture again, the next second...

Ling Ran was inserted into the needle subcutaneously, knotted with forceps, and intermittent suture...

"Ah... the sewing is over?"

Dr. Zhou almost scared his tongue.

During his years in the emergency room, he had seen too many surgical quick-working surgeries. According to legend, there were all gods who had a sudden aorta rupture and two minutes of suture.

But what kind of aura does such a surgical master have...

Dr. Zhou looked at Ling Ran intently, and a light was exposed on his shoulder.
Chapter completed!