Chapter 357 Activities

Ling Ran was sitting at his desk, writing his thesis seriously.

Up to now, after performing more than 200 knee arthroscopy cases, and nearly 300 knee arthroscopy cases, Ling Ran has gradually gained his own understanding of the surgical instruments of knee arthroscopy.

Of course, this is based on 300 cases of meniscus plastic surgery at the perfect level. Compared to the pure rookie on the operating table, Ling Ran does have a lot to say and can say.

On the other hand, Ling Ran really needed some new tools.

This is one of the characteristics of arthroscopic surgery. Compared with open surgery, arthroscopic surgery has higher requirements for instruments and a greater tendency to specialization.

Many doctors have different needs for tools according to their own techniques. Most people naturally choose different existing tools, and capable and picky doctors can pursue private customization.

Ling Ran finished writing half of the thesis, and then started to make a private order. For him, it is very necessary to produce a new surgical instrument.

It would be even better if I could publish another paper by the way.

Boom boom boom.

Someone knocked lightly on the office door, and then opened it.

Ling Ran raised his head, just in time to see Meng Xue dodging in, and quietly locked the office door.

"What do you want to do?" Ling Ran was inexplicably surprised.

Meng Xue turned around and saw Ling Ran's expression, she was angry and funny: "What can I do to you?"

Ling Ran remained silent.

Meng Xue waited for five seconds and asked, "You're not really thinking about it, are you?"

"Didn't you ask? Do you want to know the answer now?" Ling Ran looked up, as if I was ready to answer.

"Forget it." Meng Xue breathed a sigh of relief and said helplessly, "No one would think like you do."

Ling Ran looked at Meng Xue calmly, he never held himself up to the standards of ordinary people.

Looking at Ling Ran's expression, Meng Xue knew that she was talking in vain again, so she simply said, "I made an appointment for a massage, and now I'm here to fulfill the appointment."

"I didn't do massage in the hospital anymore." Ling Ran's voice came, and then he paused, and said, "If you want to make an appointment next time, you can go to the Xiagou Clinic. If I'm not here, there will be someone who will do massage." .”

"The massage done by others is far worse." Meng Xue said, hanging up her coat, rubbing her neck, and said: "When I was doing the show, I felt that my neck was going to break. I found out It’s a massage shop, but it’s just comfortable when I press it. Later, I went to a foreign country to catch a show, and when I went to the hospital, I was given painkillers. The private hospital is the same, and the attitude is very good. As a result, more painkillers are given out... oops!"

click.

Meng Xue clearly heard a crisp sound, and a burst of fear welled up in her heart.

"Are you comfortable?" Ling Ran put his hand down and threw the white towel he just used into the dry-cleaning bucket.

Meng Xue swayed from side to side and said involuntarily, "It seems to be getting better, but it's not as obvious as before..."

"Wait a few minutes, and I'll massage you again." Ling Ran said as he turned back to the writing desk, continuing to read papers and look up information.

For a moment, Meng Xue couldn't tell if it was her neck that needed two minutes, or Ling Ran needed two minutes.

Meng Xue was bored waiting, so she took out her mobile phone and logged on to her Weibo account, silently peeking at the fans' praise on the screen.

Five minutes later, Ling Ran stood up.

"Wash your neck clean." Ling Ran said in a commanding tone.

Brother Shan Yu, who was being praised by millions of fans, raised his head resentfully, glanced at Ling Ran, and obediently went to the sink behind the door to wash his neck.

Ling Ran took out a new white towel, and applied alcohol gel to his hands again.

Washing hands with soap will be cleaner, but frequent use of soap to wash hands is uncomfortable. In contrast, alcohol with 75% alcohol content has a strong bactericidal effect and has little damage to the skin.

It's a very good alternative.

Meng Xue washed her slender neck snow-white, then sat on the chair, put on a beautiful sitting posture, raised her chin slightly, and said, "I'm ready."

In her heart, Meng Xue was still a little nervous.

After all, it was in a closed office, facing an adult man, but the office door was still cumbersome... When Meng Xue's inner dance drama was about to start, Ling Ran's hand grabbed her by the neck.

"Meow~"

Meng Xue looked like a cat caught by the neck, her eyelids drooped, as if she was about to fall asleep.

Ling Ran took advantage of the trend to roll and loosened her shoulder muscles.

Not only the muscles, but even Meng Xue's tense thoughts were released.

Intense life on set...

Complicated stage rehearsal...

Frantic pick-up scene...

Restored one by one in Meng Xue's mind.

She recalled the grandeur of the Alps, the stiff movements of the young backup dancers, the superb acoustics of the venue, the smiling faces of enthusiastic fans and the nervousness of those left behind.

"I should spend more time taking pictures with everyone!" Meng Xue raised her head abruptly, shouted, then looked at Ling Ran, and involuntarily helped her neck, before saying in surprise, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"It can last for about a week, and the pain will gradually return, and then it will become more and more painful to the previous level." Ling Ran gave a full "postoperative" explanation.

The application of massage in the field of surgery is becoming more and more widespread. More than half of the work in the rehabilitation department can be regarded as massage.

However, surgical patients in the rehabilitation department do massage. As the disease gradually recovers, there is no need for massage. In Meng Xue's case, there is no radical surgery to do, so she can only expect to recover gradually, or her body will compensate.

Meng Xue herself was very satisfied with being pain-free for a week.

She rubbed her neck, laughed twice, and said, "Are you sure you don't want to quit your job and become a massage therapist? With your skills, you can hold a massage conference in a city every once in a while."

"No." Ling Ran said without hesitation, and threw the white towel into the dry cleaning tub.

Meng Xue moved her neck again, exhaled lightly, turned left intentionally, and turned right to look at Ling Ran's office, feeling relaxed all over.

The expanded emergency center has covered the former emergency department and added new offices. The most obvious advantage is that the heads of several treatment groups have separate offices, and the office area of ​​doctors has also expanded.

In Ling Ran's office, in addition to the desk and sofa set, there are also many spider plants and dills, which look quite dark.

Meng Xue took off all the cumbersome clothes and ornaments outside, restored to her usual clean and refreshing attire, and then took a photo with Diaolan, thinking about whether to post a Weibo.

Boom.

The knock on the office door first startled Meng Xue.

She looked around and couldn't help pouting: "In such a big office, there is not even a place where people can hide."

"What are Tibetans doing?" Ling Ran gave her a puzzled look before opening the door.

Meng Xue froze for a few seconds, and when she wanted to put on the scarf and glasses again, it was too late.

"Huh? Brother Shanyu?" Wang Jia saw Meng Xue, first with surprise on his face, and then with alertness.

"Hello." Meng Xue smiled in line with fans' expectations.

Wang Jia froze for a few seconds, tried his best to think, and then asked tentatively, "Are you here to attend the ceremony at the emergency center?"

"Well……."

Wang Jia didn't wait for Meng Xue to say anything, covered her mouth excitedly, and couldn't help but yelled softly: "Brother Shan Yu is coming to attend the ceremony at our emergency center..."

"I mean..." Meng Xue still wanted to adjust the content of her words, but when she raised her head again, Wang Jia could no longer see it.

There were only distant screams, one after another.

There are also high decibels like "Brother Shanyu!"

Meng Xue froze for a few seconds, then smiled relievedly: "You run really fast."

"Well, if you manage the transfusions for more than a dozen beds every day, you can run 20,000 steps." Ling Ran agrees with Meng Xue's point of view.

Meng Xue looked at Ling Ran with a smile, put on her full set of equipment, and silently waited for someone from the hospital to come. ...