In the rehabilitation room, Dong Wenxu also wanted to laugh a little when he saw Pan Qingguo.
Having experienced it himself, Dong Wenxue could understand Pan Qingguo's mood at the moment.
Thinking about the scene when he was called by Han Shengxue to be Fang Le's assistant one day, Dong Wenxue was a little lucky, he was still better than Pan Qingguo.
Although I was really angry at the time, I finally agreed to the surgery. Otherwise, even if Fang Le couldn't perform the surgery that day, with his level, it would be a matter of time before he was exposed.
"Didn't Director Dong ask questions knowingly?"
Pan Qingguo replied angrily while observing the situation in the rehabilitation room.
The rehabilitation room built by the General Surgery Department is not too big and does not have single rooms. It is somewhat similar to the large ward in the emergency department observation room, with curtains separating the areas.
At this time, the scale of Xijing Hospital was far from reaching its future scale.
The curtains can be opened, and the curtains between the beds are also opened at this moment. About five or six patients are recovering at the same time.
Some patients and nurses are doing fumigation and cleaning, and some are practicing picking up balls.
Pan Qingguo did not ask Dong Wenxue, but directly asked the patient in front of him.
"How many days have you had this surgery?"
The patient Pan Qingguo asked was a middle-aged man in his forties. The middle-aged man took care of his hair meticulously, and it was obvious that he was a particular person. His black and smooth hair formed a sharp contrast with Pan Qingguo's already somewhat bald head.
"Today is the fourth day after surgery."
The middle-aged man answered while doing flexion and extension exercises.
Each time, I straightened and bent within the range of pain tolerance.
The middle-aged man was injured on his left index finger and thumb. From Pan Qingguo's professional perspective, the middle-aged man recovered quite well.
After asking a few questions, Pan Qingguo went to the next patient and learned about them in detail.
In the rehabilitation room, patients who had surgery on the same day were basically arranged in the same time slot. After asking around, Pan Qingguo became a little uneasy.
"Director Dong, are they all patients on the same day?"
"yes."
Dong Wenxue nodded: "Six people, all performed operations in one day."
"Who are Director Dong's patients?" Pan Qingguo asked.
"They are all Fang Le's patients, not mine."
Dong Wenxue said: "In the past few days, I will just follow Fang Le, and there will be no chief surgeon."
"Is it all done by Fang Le?"
Pan Qingguo's voice suddenly rose: "Six channels a day?"
"It's just six channels a day."
Dong Wenxue's voice was also a little bitter: "Just control the quantity."
"Six stations?"
Thinking of Fang Le's two-finger visit to their hospital for an hour yesterday, Pan Qingguo suddenly felt that six channels a day was not so unacceptable, that is, six hours.
Including examinations, the delay in the process, even ten hours a day, is actually acceptable to most surgeons.
At this time, there are few good surgeons and few good hospitals. Those who are capable work hard, and the work intensity of most surgeons is actually not low.
However, based on his own efficiency, Pan Qingguo calculated that even if he worked twelve or thirteen hours a day, he would only be able to perform four surgeries.
While thinking about it, Pan Qingguo looked at Dong Wenxue, and his mood suddenly improved: "There are no patients of Director Dong?"
"No, it was all done by Fang Le."
Dong Wenxue nodded, and was a little surprised why Pan Qingguo asked again.
But seeing Pan Qingguo's expression, Dong Wexue understood a little bit.
What does the surname Pan mean?
You feel that you are on the same level as him, so you are happy?
Pan Qingguo really thought so.
The six patients just now have very good postoperative recovery conditions. Pan Qingguo was shocked when they were all done by Fang Le. Pan Qingguo was also shocked when Dong Wenxu did it.
In comparison, it would be more comfortable if Fang Le did it all by himself.
Being beaten by one person is always easier to accept than being beaten by many people.
After walking around the rehabilitation room and understanding the situation, Pan Qingguo's heart felt more like a cat's paw.
Pan Qingguo was a little confused about the good prognosis and the speed of the operation.
Surgery on the hand is not easy at this time, especially in the no man's land of II, where the difficulty is even higher.
It is very difficult to successfully repair flexor tendon injuries in zone II. The middle finger superficial (fds) and finger deep (fdp) flexor muscles in zone II travel together in a tight fibro-osseous tunnel and often cause adhesions between the tunnel and the tendon, which hinders The complexity of tendon sliding is really mind-boggling, otherwise it wouldn't be called a no man's land.
But when Pan Qingguo checked the conditions of the patients just now, four of the six patients were involved in the no-man's land, and their postoperative recovery was still very good.
"Old Dong!"
After walking out of the rehabilitation room, Pan Qingguo pulled Dong Wenxue and asked, "Have you and Fang Le done surgery together?"
"Yes, I made seven or eight sets."
Dong Wenxue nodded.
"So Fang Le's surgery...is there anything special about it?"
Pan Qingguo asked.
"have no idea."
Dong Wenxue chuckled.
Pan Qingguo's face is just dark. He has undergone seven or eight surgeries together. What do you mean, you don't know?
Do you think I'm a fool?
"As for its characteristics, it must be there, but I can't put it in words."
Dong Wenxue asked a little strangely: "As far as I know, didn't Fang Le go to your Tangdu yesterday? Why didn't Director Pan see him?"
"I......"
Pan Qingguo was speechless for a moment.
He didn't know if Dong Wenxue did it on purpose, but he couldn't say that I didn't like him yesterday, so I didn't bother to talk to him.
"You can only understand this kind of thing by seeing it with your own eyes."
Dong Wenxue now found a sense of superiority again: "If you have a chance another day, Director Pan will see it in person. I won't say anything."
With that said, Dong Wenxue also said hello to Pan Qingguo: "I still have something to do here, so I will be busy first and won't say hello to Director Pan."
Pan Qingguo looked constipated.
He was ridiculed by Han Shengxue just now, and now he came to see Dong Wenxue, also wanting to hear a few words from Dong Wenxue, but the result was this...
They are not good people at all.
Pan Qingguo was furious, but there was nothing he could do.
Who told me not to take it seriously yesterday?
Han Shengxue said that Fang Le was on leave, and he didn’t know how many days he would be off. The reason for the leave was because the rehabilitation room was full and beds were in short supply.
Thinking of this, Pan Qingguo became even more depressed.
If he didn't care about face so much yesterday, maybe Fang Le would still be performing surgeries in their department these days. They are an independent hand surgery department with a large rehabilitation room and many beds. Even if Fang Le does six surgeries a day, he can still last for a while. .
Pan Qingguo didn't sleep well last night, and he didn't see Fang Leren today. Pan Qingguo might not be able to sleep well tonight either. If Fang Le goes on vacation tomorrow, he still won't be able to sleep well tomorrow night.
what is the root cause?
Is it a new tendon suturing method?
Pan Qingguo thought about it. There are only so many tendon suturing methods known at this stage. Pan Qingguo really couldn't think of any level that could do it with less than one finger in half an hour.