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Chapter three hundred and nineteen broken fingers

"Doctor Fang, drink tea."

In the duty room, He Yaoping made a new cup of tea for Fang Le and placed it next to Fang Le.

"Thanks."

Fang Le thanked him, picked up the teacup, blew on the foam on the teacup, and asked He Yaoping with a smile: "Are you still used to doing it after being hospitalized?"

"good."

He Yaoping nodded: "It's just a little hard at the beginning, and you'll be fine once you get used to it."

"Well, being in the hospital is always quite a workout."

Fang Le was drinking tea while chatting with He Yaoping: "Although I am tired, I may have learned a lot and the sense of participation is very strong."

As he talked, Fang Le gradually found the state he had been in when he was the deputy director of the department before his rebirth, and his tone became more and more natural when he spoke.

"Um."

He Yaoping nodded, feeling strange in his heart.

Obviously he was several years older than Fang Le, and Fang Le was just a resident doctor, but now Fang Le was teaching him how to be a chief resident.

Although he felt strange in his heart, He Yaoping was very happy.

Fang Le has been in the department for so long, and many people have picked up on some of his habits. Anyone who Fang Le is willing to talk to means that he means to take care of you.

People like Cheng Yunxing, Cheng Yunhai, Huang Xiaolong, and Gao Dawei are not all like this.

There are not many people in the emergency department now, but not many people actually talk to Fang Le for more than five or six sentences in a row.

Although Gao Dawei was very resentful during this period, in fact, he felt happy in his heart. During this period of time when Fang Le was away, Gao Dawei traveled around almost all the major hospitals in Xijing City.

In the emergency department of Xijing Hospital, Gao Dawei is the senior attending physician, but when he goes to other hospitals, the department directors are a little flattering. Why else do doctors like to travel and perform flying knives?

Making money is one thing, and saving face is another.

In a large hospital like Xijing Hospital, if the two surgeons in the department go to the county-level hospitals below, they are all senior doctors.

In my own department, there are still people who look after me and coach me on whether I am doing well or not. But when I leave my own hospital and go outside, I almost always give advice to others. Others can only nod. If they are not happy, they just turn around and leave.

"Xiao Fang!"

At the door of the duty room, Han Shengxue walked in: "If you feel sleepy, go to my office to rest first."

"I'm okay."

Fang Le asked while drinking tea: "When will the patient arrive?"

"There's still twenty minutes left."

Han Shengxue looked at the time.

It was now past nine o'clock in the evening. Fang Le, Huang Xiaolong and others came out from the last operation and planned to go home and sleep. However, another special patient came, and Fang Le could only stay here.

Waiting.

The doctors in the operating room are basically not on duty. Fang Le often performs five or six surgeries during the day, so naturally there is no on-duty arrangement at night.

But in the hospital, you don't have much relative freedom. Director Han is waiting so late.

"Okay, I just called the cafeteria and asked for two bowls of wontons. You can eat some later."

"Well, thank you, Director Han."

Fang Le thanked him.

He Yaoping became excited immediately. Director Han also asked for wontons for himself?

With such excitement in his heart, He Yaoping was half a minute too slow to express his thanks.

As Han Shengxue spoke, he walked towards the duty room. When he was about to enter the door, he turned back: "Xiao He, the wontons are here, help me deliver them to the office."

"Thanks...I understand."

He Yaoping quickly changed his tune.

The two emotional wontons are just Fang Le and Director Han’s?

He Yaoping glanced around. He and Fang Le were the only two people in the duty room at the moment. What Director Han just said was really easy to imagine.

Fortunately, the word thank you was not spoken.

...

Fang Le ate a bowl of hot wontons and was sweating profusely.

I have to say that eating wontons in Xijing City is really not a good idea at this time near the end of June.

Han Shengxue was also sweating profusely and was blowing in the wind under the fan in the duty room.

It turned out that He Yaoping had indeed sent the wontons in, but Director Han's office was even hotter and stuffier than the spacious duty room.

After eating wontons, the patient was almost here.

Fang Le accompanied Han Shengxue to pick up people at the emergency department entrance.

At the entrance of the emergency department, the wind was blowing, and it was indeed very cool. The wind made Fang Le feel quite comfortable. If the temperature in the operating room hadn't been more suitable, Fang Le wouldn't have wanted to go back.

Huang Xiaolong, Ma Liangliang and Guo Jun were very smart. When they heard that there was another operation, they turned around and went back to the duty room to enjoy the cool air.

A black Poussin stopped at the entrance of the emergency department. A middle-aged man in his early fifties helped a woman of about the same age get out of the car.

The woman's hand was simply bandaged, and blood stains could still be seen. The other hand was holding a sealed bag, and inside the sealed bag were two fingers.

"Professor Lin."

Han Shengxue led Fang Le to greet him. While greeting the middle-aged man, he introduced Fang Le: "This is Professor Lin Xuefeng from our Military Medical University."

"Is this Dr. Fang Lefang?"

Lin Xuefeng greeted Han Shengxue and said to Fang Le: "I have heard of Dr. Fang when I was at the Military Medical University. The youngest genius doctor in our Xijing Hospital invented a new tendon suturing method at a young age. It is amazing.

ah."

"Professor Lin is too polite."

Fang Leqian smiled and said: "It's all thanks to our teacher Han."

"Hahaha......"

Lin Xuefeng laughed: "If you say this to others, they might believe it, but if you say it to me, I don't believe it. Even at Old Han's level, he himself can't do it."

Lin Xuefeng is a professor at the Military Medical University, and Han Shengxue is the director of the emergency department of Xijing Hospital. He also has the title of professor. They are on the same level as Lin Xuefeng, but one is in the clinical department and the other is teaching, so Lin Xuefeng is really not afraid of joking with Han Shengxue.

Hearing this, Han Shengxue stretched out his hand and pulled Fang Le: "Let's go, let's ignore him. I didn't go home in the middle of the night and waited in the department for so long, so why do you say this?"

"A joke, a joke."

Lin Xuefeng said hurriedly: "Thank you, Director Han. Thank you very much."

All joking aside, Han Shengxue and Fang Le accompanied Lin Xuefeng's lover into the department.

"Professor Lin, how did you do this?"

When they arrived at the treatment room, Fang Le asked Lin Xuefeng while checking and debriding the wound again.

"Isn't this the time when we are harvesting wheat? If we accidentally give up our fingers..."

Lin Xuefeng explained.

Lin Xuefeng is actually not a native of Qinzhou, but his wife is from Xijing City. Because Lin Xuefeng teaches at the Military Medical University, his registered permanent residence has been moved to Xijing City, and his family is just over there in Lan County.

This was the wheat ripening season in the Guanzhong area. Lin Xuefeng's lover accidentally cut off his finger with a sickle while harvesting wheat.

After processing, Fang Le picked up the sealed bag on the side. Inside the sealed bag was the severed finger.

After all, Lin Xuefeng was a professor of medicine, so he handled the severed finger quite well. All the dust and impurities on the surface were treated, and he kept it in a clean sealed bag. He didn't do too many things.

Many people don't know much about the treatment of severed fingers. Instead, they like to hear hearsay. If possible, they may put them directly in ice cubes. Often, severed fingers are easily frostbitten. If not, they like to get some plant ash or something, which is often easy to cause injuries.

Infect.

For severed fingers, if you don’t understand, the best way is not to do too much processing, seal it and store it to prevent infection, and just take it to the hospital. When the weather is too hot and the journey is long, you can store it in a plastic bag.

, just put it in the ice-water mixture to achieve a cooling effect, and be sure to prevent frostbite.


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