The work ended relatively early today, and the day's surgery was completed at five o'clock. Everyone planned to go out to eat and catch up with Takahashi.
After confirming the location, Xiaowu and Fatty gathered around Zhang Lin to draw lottery tickets for the basketball game.
Song Zimo, Xu Zhiliang and Gao Qiao looked at tomorrow's surgery patients together.
Yang Ping has a habit of visiting a few key patients before getting off work, especially those undergoing surgery on the same day.
This is Li Jun's first surgery. It has been six hours since the operation and he can eat.
Qin Xiaowei was standing by the bed, feeding porridge to Li Jun. He always had a pocket bag wrapped around his waist, and his fingers always seemed to be scratched and wrapped with tape.
"It's too dangerous. Don't go. The surgery will be fine after a while."
"It's okay. I've signed the contract and got the deposit. I just need to be careful."
"Listen to me and don't go."
"The porridge is a bit hot, please slow down."
Every time Qin Xiaowei feeds him a spoonful of porridge, he blows on it a few times and then tastes a little for himself.
The door was open, and the two seemed very happy. Yang Ping knocked on the door several times, and the two stopped chatting.
Qin Xiaowei put down the porridge bowl and stood up: "Professor Yang is here."
"Hello, Professor Yang, you've been doing well since you came back. I just ate some porridge and didn't vomit." Tan Xiaowei crossed his hands in front of his abdomen, looking very reserved.
"The anesthesia effect has passed. You can eat something. Eat easy-to-digest food. Porridge is better. How do your anus and perineum feel now?" Yang Ping knew that the nerve recovery would not be so fast, but he still asked.
"Still numb."
Li Jun answered with a meaningful smile on his face.
This boy's delicate face is too pale, and the dark, dark face unique to kidney disease patients doesn't seem to exist on him.
"Don't worry too much. The compressed sacral nerves are peripheral nerves and are relatively resistant to pressure. Moreover, you have not had neurological symptoms for a long time, so the possibility of recovery is very high." Yang Ping encouraged Li Jun.
"Thank you Professor Yang!"
Li Jun always speaks with a shyness.
Yang Ping noticed from the corner of his eye that there was an extra guitar in the room. Li Jun was a guitarist. When he was not hospitalized, he would go to bars to sing. Sometimes he would go to lively places and sing to people.
Ten dollars.
Qin Xiaowei used to be a rock climbing coach, but now he has resigned and makes some money by making some short videos.
"The negative pressure drainage tube will need to be worn for two or three days." Yang Ping lowered his head and the amount of drainage the negative pressure drainage tube produced was very small, only a few milliliters.
The purpose of the drainage tube is to draw out possible blood leakage from the surgical area and prevent it from accumulating in the body.
Blood is a good culture medium for bacteria. Once it accumulates, it is easy to become infected.
Generally, if the negative pressure drainage is less than 15 ml for 24 hours, the tube can be extubated.
Ordinary film drainage and half-tube drainage are generally required to be removed within 24 hours, otherwise it is easy to cause retrograde infection.
In other words, external bacteria will enter the surgical area along the drainage sheet.
However, the time for negative pressure drainage will be longer and can be extended to 72 hours. It can also be extended under special circumstances.
Negative pressure means a suction to the drainage area in the body. This attraction not only sucks out the oozing blood in the body, but also prevents outside bacteria from entering.
"Have a good rest. If you need anything, tell the doctor and nurse in charge, or just tell me directly. I won't disturb you. The porridge should be lighter and not greasy." Yang Ping warned.
Qin Xiaowei held up the porridge bowl and showed it to Yang Ping: "Red date and lotus seed porridge!"
This is the ingredients that Qin Xiaowei bought himself. He found a small restaurant and paid for it to cook the porridge in the restaurant's kitchen.
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After Yang Ping completed his ward rounds, he met Song Zimo, Xu Zhiliang and Gao Qiao in the doctor's office.
A few people decided to go to the basketball game draw and take a look at the venue. The annual basketball game reflects the spirit of the department and should be taken seriously.
On the basketball court of Sanbo Hospital, several girls from the Human Resources Department set up a table. The director of the Human Resources Department was an older sister, sitting at the table and supervising personally.
Zhang Lin was standing in line, accompanied by Xiao Wu and Fatty on both sides.
Zhang Lin looks so majestic and high-spirited that he is just shy of not recognizing his relatives.
"Brother, are you lucky? Why am I so worried that you keep getting killed in bombing zones recently?"
Fatty Liang remains suspicious of Zhang Lin's claim to be lucky.
Zhang Lin's chest puffed up: "I have been buying Wong Lao Kat recently and I often get another bottle. If I am not allowed to draw this kind of luck, who should I draw? This lottery is related to the honor of the department."
In fact, this drawing of lots determines who the opponent will be in a game, and the first game often has a greater impact on morale.
"If you are frustrated in love and happy in the casino, a fat man is actually more suitable." Xiao Wu recommended Fatty Liang.
Zhang Lin glanced at the fat man and said disdainfully: "With a single Qilin arm, how good can my luck be?"
The fat man's face turned red and his neck turned red after being criticized by the troll, and he was about to strangle him.
"It's our turn!"
Song Zimo reminds.
Yang Ping watched the joke on the side, these guys felt itchy all over if they didn't fight for a day.
"Do you represent your department?"
The clerk in the Human Resources Department looked around as if he was looking for Song Zimo.
"Why, are you doubting my identity? Let me tell you that I have officially accepted Professor Yang's authorization to represent the Department of General Surgery to participate in this year's ---"
"Okay, hurry up, the professor is waiting." Xiao Wu urged him.
When he's pretending to be cool, he just pretends to be pretentious. The name Zhang Dazhuang doesn't unfairly accuse him at all.
Zhang Lin straightened his hair, adjusted his posture, and prepared to draw lots.
The clerk girl didn't see Song Zimo, so she had to say: "Okay, there is only one chance."
Zhang Lin rubbed his hands, put his hand into the ballot box, and groped inside for a long time.
The clerk in the Human Resources Department was a little impatient: "Dr. Zhang, what's wrong? Your hand is stuck in it and you can't get it out?"
"Don't worry, the time has not come yet. Such an important matter must be paid attention to."
Slowly, Zhang Lin took his hand out and handed the drawn lot to the clerk. The clerk opened it and took a look and handed it to the director. The director then gave it to another clerk to register in the book, and then asked Zhong Lin to sign for confirmation.
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"Who are you grouping with?"
Zhang Lin took a glance and couldn't see anything.
The director of the Human Resources Department looked at it and said: "Xiao Zhang is very lucky, sign up!"
Zhang Lin immediately beamed. Sure enough, he had been lucky recently. He must have been selected into a weak department, such as ophthalmology, dermatology, and otolaryngology. The weak ones competed for the last place every year.
"Which department?" Yang Ping and Song Zimo came over, and Song Zimo asked.
"Administrative office!" the clerk said immediately.
I really want to kick you to death!
Yang Ping almost raised his foot, but Zhang pretended to run quickly.
The Administrative Department, a group of deans, vice deans, and the director of the Medical Office, Dean Xia, that tough man, is like a bull on the court, running amok.
It’s hard to perform well even if you compete against them.
Gao Qiao and Xu Zhiliang blocked Zhang Lin, one of them stood aside, and held Zhang Lin in front of Yang Ping to let him down.
"Let me just say, you have been killed in bombing areas at every turn during this period. How can you be so lucky?"
Fatty Liang’s chance for revenge has come.
"Professor, spare your life! They are cheating, it must be a conspiracy, it must be a conspiracy!"
"The honor of the department rests with you. Such a glorious task is entrusted to you. Why don't you assign me to the administrative department? How can I make up for it?" This draw made Yang Ping lose his temper.
"I'll deal with Dean Xia on the field!" Zhang Lin said as Xu Zhiliang and Gao Qiao were backhand him.
This is a great idea!
"You said it yourself. On the court, you guarded Dean Xia to the death. If he scores, you will be responsible for all the medical records of the department for three months." Yang Ping let him go.
