Chapter 1013: Golden Bottle Technique

The First Hospital of Wuxin City.

The setting of the operation floor is not much different from that of Yunhua Hospital, except that the area of ​​the operation floor is smaller, the grade of the operation room is lower, the equipment in the operation room is weaker, the experience of the operation department is less, and the anesthesia The academic qualifications of the department are a little lower, the control of the sense of the hospital is a little bit worse, and the commonly used equipment is a bit old...

If you don't look at these, the operating rooms of the two hospitals seem to be the same.

Dr. Qu watched the patient enter, confirmed his identity and re-examined the body, took out a stack of documents, and smiled at the unfamiliar itinerant nurse from Wuxin City No. 1 Hospital: "Nurse Li, the MRI scans from our side , please send it to Dr. Ling, I put stickers on the film, and the order and bed number are written on it."

Dr. Qu's attitude was docile, showing the gentle smile he only had when facing the boss.

For the doctors from the Shanghai Orthopedics and Sports Medicine Center, the medical staff of Wuxin No. 1 Hospital still have a certain respect, especially Dr. Qu who sorted out the films and put labels on them. It's neat and tidy, which makes people feel good.

The itinerant nurse in the operating room immediately agreed, and said with a smile, "Then I'll take it over, what do you want to say?"

"Just ask Dr. Ling for guidance." Dr. Qu is also a middle-aged man. Even though he can say something that is even more embarrassing, it doesn't feel necessary to say it from a distance.

Nurse Li smiled, agreed, and went out with a pack of films.

"I'm going to wash my hands." Doctor Qu breathed a sigh of relief, gave another order, and was about to go out.

"Then shall I anesthetize first?" the anesthesiologist asked.

Dr. Qu paused for a moment, then thought about it: "Let's wait for me to come back."

"Okay." The anesthesiologist saw that Dr. Qu stepped on the door and went out, and then he muttered, "It's fine if you don't worry."

Ordinary flying knife doctors come and go in a hurry. The moment they enter the door, the patient is already numb like Wu Dalang who has taken medicine, his blood pressure is as flat as Pan Jinlian lying on the bed, and the equipment is so bright that he seems to be naked. I miss Ximen Qing...

However, this is the general situation. Dr. Qu didn't rush to do it, and the anesthesiologist didn't care.

"I'll squint for a while." The anesthesiologist said to the nurse next to him, and with a kick of his feet, he lay back and stretched out. His appearance was like the eye-catching white forehead of the 18th mile slope of the back mountain of Jingyanggang. Tiger's younger brother.

The patient was lying on the cold operating bed, and had just been confirmed by the roving nurse about the name of the wristband. He was already mentally and physically prepared, but at this moment he felt somewhat left out for no reason.

"Now... what should we do?" The patient looked up at the doctor's assistant who was still moving.

Today's doctor's assistant is the attending orthopedic department of the No. 1 Hospital of Wuxin City. He kind of saw what Dr. Qu meant, so he pulled a small bench over with his feet, sat where the patient's feet were, and said calmly, "Wait for the doctor to come back. Don't move around, lest the laid towels fall apart."

"It's a bit cold." The patient moved again.

"I'll say it again." The orthopedic surgeon said in a flat voice, "Don't move around, others won't be able to see your eggs."

The patient thought about his words, and the rustling sound disappeared.

The operating room is as quiet as a classroom, and even the configuration is exactly the same.

There is a first-line college entrance examination, a second-line college entrance examination, a junior college entrance examination course, and a sick person.

After a while, Dr. Qu returned to the operating room.

"Call for anesthesia." Dr. Qu tied his hands and began to put on the surgical gown and gloves.

The assistant woke up the anesthetist who was dozing off, and began to help the patient with spinal anesthesia.

The patient curled up, with his back facing the anesthetist, his thighs against his belly, and he couldn't help feeling tense.

The anesthesiologist had seen too much, and he didn't bother to comfort him. He still used intimidation tactics: "Don't move around, if I get the wrong needle and hit a nerve, you will have to live in a wheelchair for the rest of your life..."

The patient trembled more violently.

"Relax, it's okay, now I'm disinfecting your back." The nurse came over and said softly.

As expected, the patient's trembling became lighter.

Dr. Qu looked pitifully and exasperatedly, and thought: You are thinking too much, so if you are afraid, you should collect more information.

The thought just flashed by, and Dr. Qu's expression didn't change at all.

He will not leave his life to other stupid guys to decide.

laugh.

The itinerant nurse walked into the operating room, followed by two orthopedic doctors, who were actually two deputy directors of the orthopedics department of the No. 1 Hospital of Wuxin City.

"Nurse Li is back. Is there any news from Dr. Ling?" Dr. Qu asked immediately, without any hesitation because there were two deputy directors of orthopedics in front of him.

He will not come to Wuxin City again, and maybe Changxi Province will not come again. It is his only goal to do today's affairs beautifully.

Nurse Li nodded and said, "Doctor Ling said it was a normal interruption of the Achilles tendon."

"It's relatively common. Doctor Qu asked: "What about it? "

"No more words."

"If you think about it again, you can say anything."

Nurse Li shook her head slowly: "Doctor Ling is also undergoing surgery, so he can't take care of me."

"Nurse Li, please make another trip and say that the patient is anesthetized and the operation area is ready for open surgery. By touching the wound, prepare to make an internal incision of 10 cm behind the Achilles tendon. I see that Dr. Ling often uses a large incision. If it is not enough If it is used, I am going to stretch it again. Or, just stretch it now?"

Nurse Li didn't move.

If this was in his own operating room, Dr. Qu would have scolded him at that time.

He is not a resident doctor who is bullied by others. What does it mean that such a clear order does not move?

However, this is not his surgery.

Dr. Qu could only smile nicely and said, "Nurse Li, please run over again."

"What should I do if I don't call when I have a call, but run around, and send the wrong message?" Nurse Li was too lazy to go out.

"It's more sincere to pass the word from a person." Doctor Qu said with a stronger tone, and his eyes became sharper, like a docile stray dog, starting to feel hungry.

Nurse Li didn't care, and said lazily: "Frequent opening and closing of the door will affect postoperative care, even if you don't care, Doctor Ling won't allow it."

This reason, with the addition of "Doctor Ling", suddenly became stronger.

Dr. Qu knew how serious Ling Ran was about the operation, so he couldn't help but think a little deeper, for fear that his flattery would be slapped on the horse's leg.

"Okay, call." Doctor Qu agreed.

Nurse Li rolled her eyelids, took out her mobile phone and dialed, and then said, "Dr. Qu here, please call Dr. Ling."

After a while, Ling Ran's steady voice came along with a burst of soft music:

"Hello?"

The penetrating baritone voice made goose bumps all over the patients lying on the hospital bed—it was so nice.

"Doctor Ling, I'm Lao Qu." With the rest of Dr. Qu's integrity, he couldn't call himself "Xiao Qu" when the two operating rooms were connected. He praised himself and lamented the hypocrisy of the world again. And repeat to Ling Ran what I said to Nurse Li just now.

"You are the chief surgeon, do you need to ask me?" Ling Ran frowned in the operating room at the other end.

"After all, I need to use Zhu Ling's Achilles tendon repair technique. I also hope to have a chance to learn more from you." Dr. Qu hurriedly followed up and said good things.

Ling Ran pondered for two seconds before saying, "10 cm is fine."

"Okay, please don't hang up." Dr. Qu bowed his head, asked for the scalpel, began to scratch, and said in his mouth, "I'm peeling off the subcutaneous tissue now..."

"Don't peel off too much." Ling Ran took the initiative to say something. In his opinion, the phone is on, and it can naturally increase the success rate a little. It doesn't take much trouble to increase the success rate a little.

Dr. Qu quickly agreed, with a trace of uneasiness on his face, and he kept talking:

"I'm ready to flip the tendon sheath."

"The hematoma is more serious, and I'm starting to clear it now."

"Got it, try to ensure the blood supply, I'm suturing small blood vessels...it's really difficult..."

The half-body anesthetized and half-awake patient opened his eyes wide. Hearing Dr. Qu's flattering voice, he seemed to be still performing the operation according to Ling Ran's instructions, and was suddenly a little dazed.

This situation is different from what my sister said!

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