One good thing about pediatrics is that you rarely work overtime.
In addition to being on duty, I can get off work on time every day and see the sunset and the red clouds in the sky.
Zhao Yuan did not go home directly, but walked to the emergency surgery as a habit.
After passing the treatment room, Zhao Yuan glanced inside and saw that Sun Liang was giving a massage to a female patient.
Sun Liang quickly winked at Zhao Yuan. Zhao Yuan leaned over and looked at it for a moment, then nodded in approval at Sun Liang.
The female patient had spinal problems before and was afraid of surgery. After Zhao Yuan performed massage on her, she felt the effect was good and insisted on coming for follow-up consultation. Sun Liang was very interested in this massage technique, so he begged Zhao Yuan to teach him.
It was not a secret, but after being taught twice, Sun Liang actually learned it.
Dr. Sun's learning ability is actually very strong. He can master anything after learning it two or three times. Zhao Yuan did not expect that this kid has such a hidden talent.
However, if you think about it carefully, you can understand it.
Among China's college entrance examination scores, the threshold for medical school has always been very high, and most people who can study medicine have good IQs. However, these people must compete again if they want to enter famous hospitals after graduation.
Sun Liang's ability to survive several competitions shows that he has good talent.
"Is pediatrics fun?" Sun Liang finished the massage, found Zhao Yuan, and asked with a smile.
"It's okay!" Zhao Yuan actually felt that his eardrums were vibrating at this moment, and his brain was filled with wah-wah-wah sounds.
Sun Liang said with envy: "After you left, Boss Xie's temper seemed to have suddenly gotten louder. He scolded a lot of people this morning."
Zhao Yuan rolled his eyes at Sun Liang angrily and joked, "He must be an uncle and has nothing to do with me."
Sun Liang sighed, "I really want to be like you and go outside to breathe fresh air."
Zhao Yuan blinked, "Really? How about I mention it to Director Xie?"
Sun Liang quickly grabbed Zhao Yuan's arm, "Don't do that! I just mentioned it casually."
As if to prevent Zhao Yuan from spilling the beans, Sun Liang took out a fruit platter as if by magic.
This kid is getting better and better at cutting fruit. I wonder if he is practicing his knife skills by cutting fruit.
Apples, oranges, pears and cantaloupe are arranged neatly together, each piece is very neat and similar in size.
Sun Liang, the tool man, is getting better and better.
The volume of surgeries this month has almost caught up with the senior surgeon, and his surgical skills have also improved rapidly.
As long as Sun Liang is free, he will basically perform appendicitis and cholecystitis surgeries.
Although he faces the appendix and gallbladder every day, Sun Liang is very satisfied.
He knew that meeting Zhao Yuan was a turning point in his fate.
Zhao Yuan ate a few pieces of cantaloupe when a familiar figure appeared at the door. When he took a closer look, he turned out to be Wang Ming.
"Dr. Sun, I have something to do with you. Can you come out for a moment?"
Zhao Yuan quickly stood up and followed Wang Ming to the corridor.
Sun Liang chewed an apple in his mouth, tilted his head, and said to himself, "Did I hallucinate just now? Wasn't the person calling Dr. Sun? How did Zhao Yuan get there?"
Wang Ming walked in front and led Zhao Yuan outside the building with a smile on his face, "Sorry, let me tell you something! Just now the nurse told me that my mother's hospitalization card is about to be overdue, and I need to renew it quickly, otherwise,
I won’t be able to take medicine tomorrow.”
Zhao Yuan knew Wang Ming's mother's condition very well. Although the aortic dissection surgery was not a hellish operation, there were many postoperative complications. He had some bad symptoms in the past few days, so he adjusted his medication, so the money he paid in advance was indeed not enough.
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Just why would Wang Ming borrow money from him? His family runs a factory, which is very profitable and sells to Europe and the United States. He shouldn't be short of money.
Seeing Zhao Yuan's hesitation, Wang Ming spread his hands helplessly, "It's not that I don't have money. I fell in love with something a few days ago and spent all the money I had. Please don't worry. I promise to spend the money within a week at most."
Give it back to you."
Seeing that Wang Ming had said this, Zhao Yuan sighed softly, "I'll go pay the fee with you."
Wang Ming's eyes lit up and he punched Zhao Yuan on the chest, "I saw the right person, I recognized you as my brother."
Zhao Yuan hasn't received his salary this month, and his bank card still has last month's salary. After deducting a year's rent, purchasing daily necessities, and lending Wang Ming 10,000 yuan, there is not much left. He will have to tighten his belt in the next few days.
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Although borrowing money makes people feel uncomfortable, Zhao Yuan is not too worried.
Wang Ming does not own the property of the house he lives in, but with Tian Mi around, he is not afraid that the money will disappear.
After Wang Ming and Zhao Yuan separated, they returned to the ward, and Tian Mi also came to accompany them at night.
Wang Ming knew that Tian Mi was still angry with him, so he didn't intend to bring trouble to himself, so he left first.
After walking out of the hospital, Wang Ming took out a cigarette, lit it, took two deep breaths, then took out his cell phone and made a call.
"Are you free to eat takeout with me tonight?"
"Takeaway? I'm not that cheap!" the other party said angrily.
Wang Ming smiled slightly, "Don't worry, I will make sure you eat well tonight, and I will also buy you the bag you were interested in last time!"
The other party changed his tone, "Hey, have you made a fortune? Why are you so generous all of a sudden?"
Wang Ming smiled and said: "People have headwinds and tailwinds, so why don't you, Brother Wang, have good luck and stand up?"
The other party chuckled and said: "I'll get up now, and you can send me the address later! You have to wait for a while, because I need to put on beautiful makeup."
After hanging up the phone, Wang Ming looked at the darkening sky, took a heavy drag on his cigarette, and said to himself, "Life is hard, you have to enjoy yourself in time."
Then, he stamped out the cigarette butt, bent down to pick it up, and threw it into the trash can.
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Zhao Yuan was about to leave the hospital when an ambulance came to the door. Chen Si got out of the car, saw Zhao Yuan and took the initiative to say hello to him.
Zhao Yuan glanced at the patient in the car, his face was covered with blood, and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
"The little girl encountered several people fighting each other on the road. Unexpectedly, she was cut by a fragment of a beer bottle and had a large gash on her forehead."
The little girl lay on the flat car and cried: "What should the doctor do? Am I blind? Why can't I see?"
Zhao Yuan quickly went over and took a look at the wound. He was not blind, but the wound was wide open and there was too much blood, blocking his sight.
General wounds can be sutured in the emergency department.
But now on the face, if the rough guy in the emergency department sews it up with thick threads, it will leave a horrible mark on the face. As the pigment settles, it will look like a big bug hanging on the face, no matter how much concealer is used.
The ointment doesn't help either.
Tong Zheng hurried over, studied the condition of the wound, and frowned.
Chen Si asked: "Should I switch to a plastic surgery department?"
Tong Zheng glanced at Chen Si, "At this time, all the plastic surgery departments are off work. Where can anyone be found? The sooner the suturing is done, the better. We can also do this surgery! You and Zhao Yuan will suture together. Zhao Yuan is the leader. You
To assist!”
Chen Si became nervous instantly and cooperated with Zhao Yuan for the second time.
The key is that the little girl is too young. If the sewing is not done well, will there be any disputes?
The little girl's family rushed over and after some explanations, the surgery agreement was finally signed.
In the debridement and suturing room, Bai Lu saw Zhao Yuan and showed a surprised expression, "Didn't you go to the pediatric rotation department?"
Zhao Yuan smiled and said: "It's not too much to do a surgery during off-duty time, right?"
Bai Lu smiled slightly and turned around to prepare the equipment.
Soon, the equipment was in place, and Zhao Yuan asked Chen Si to administer anesthesia.
The little girl cried so hard that she was afraid that she would be disfigured.
Chen Si comforted her, "You have to control your emotions, otherwise it will affect the operation."
Zhao Yuan simply said with a dark face, "Last time, there was a patient who was extremely uncooperative. One of my colleagues shook his hands and had several more stitches. In the end, he was cured like Bao Gong, with an extra crescent moon on his forehead. Do you want to be a doctor?
Female Bao Gong?"
The little girl was so frightened that she did not dare to speak.
Chen Siqiang suppressed laughter, but he didn't expect Dr. Zhao to be quite humorous.
"Dr. Chen, debridement!"
Chen Si took a deep breath, held his breath and concentrated, and quickly cleaned out the broken glass from the wound.
"5-0 Absorbable Gut!"
Bai Xiaohu tacitly handed the equipment to Zhao Yuan.
Chen Si's attention was attracted by Zhao Yuan's techniques.
Zhao Yuan uses mattress sutures. The sutures do not penetrate the skin and are sutured back and forth from the skin layer to leave as little scars on the skin surface as possible.
Zhao Yuan's hands danced like dexterous butterflies, and his needles and threads shuttled like elves.
Dr. Zhao’s basic skills are very solid, and he is definitely a medical and aesthetic-grade suture!
No wonder he has confidence.
Success doesn't happen overnight, it needs to be accumulated over time.
Chen Si realized that if he wanted to perform surgery well, he had to practice the basics well.
When you have a solid foundation, you will not have stage fright when you go on the operating table, and you will be able to perform with ease!
