Chapter 445 Serious

"Leg...is the leg sewn?"

Seeing that Ling Ran was about to leave, Li Xiaoning yelled again.

After the life-threatening issue is resolved, it is natural to think further, whether it will be disabled, will there be sequelae, will it be painful, will it leave scars...

Ling Ran stepped on the airtight door: "It's finished."

Li Xiaoning stretched his neck to look, and saw that the torn wound on his leg was tightened by intermittent sutures.

And on the operating table, the resident whose name was easily forgotten was looking at Li Xiaoning longingly.

The hairy legs that Boss Ling doesn't like can usually be handed over to the first assistant to sew them up. However, Dr. Zhou is not interested in hairy or bare legs, so the second assistant was lucky to get the job.

In fact, including the task of closing the abdomen, Ling Ran left it to the second assistant, and Doctor Zhou only needed to stand by and give some guidance.

Li Xiaoning's face, which had lost too much blood, gradually turned rosy. Seeing the second assistant's youthful and ugly appearance, he said uneasy no matter what he thought, "I'll shut you up! Wait until I wash my hands."

After speaking, Li Xiaoning went out to the operating room.

Professor Huang grabbed her and said, "When was the last time you closed your stomach?"

"Four...four years ago?" Li Xiaoning couldn't remember clearly.

Professor Huang shrugged: "I'll close my stomach."

Then, Professor Huang looked at Director Tao: "It's already here, just let me shut up, okay?"

Director Tao let out a "huh" and said to Dr. Zhou and the little resident who couldn't remember the name: "Professor Huang is a trauma specialist at our University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and the patient is his colleague's husband."

Both Dr. Zhou and the little doctor said "oh", which was a tacit approval of Professor Huang's participation.

The latter quickly went out to wash his hands, and then entered the door, put on his gloves, and began to do laparotomy.

Dr. Zhou looked at his technique, and suddenly asked with interest: "Professor Huang, when was the last time you closed your abdomen?"

Professor Huang was stunned, stood in the position of the chief surgeon, recalled for a long time, and said: "I don't remember clearly.

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"It's been four years, right?"

"Maybe... But I often do wound suturing, I don't care about my belly." Professor Huang said as he lowered his head and turned over the patient's belly, his eyes focused like a senior student reviewing a college entrance examination question...

"Professor Huang, do you want me to close the abdomen?" Doctor Zhou said, and stood back.

Professor Huang made way for the situation.

Dr. Zhou confidently began to close the abdomen layer by layer.

Professor Huang looked at it, and slowly recalled a few key points, and his expression became more confident, and asked: "Are you the attending doctor? Does Yun doctor still need to close the abdomen?"

"How is it possible? We don't have so much time to shut down." Doctor Zhou said with a salty smell all over his body, "The last time I shut down was Thanksgiving."

"Thanksgiving this year?"

"Last year." Doctor Zhou laughed.

Professor Huang complained a lot, but couldn't vomit. The last time he closed his stomach was four years ago, and it was still longer than others.

The little resident doctor who was kicked off from the chief operating position raised his hand timidly: "I just performed an abdominal closure last week. Last week, last week, I closed my abdomen."

Li Xiaoning was exhausted, looking at a room full of unreliable doctors, wanting to cry, laugh, and cry.

...

After sending the patient out of the operating room and into the recovery room, Li Xiaoning sat down on the chair and didn't want to get up.

The recovery room is the domain of anesthesiologists and does not receive patients' family members at all.

Professor Huang also followed, and then smiled at Li Xiaoning: "Anyway, the man has been saved, and then he will take Chinese medicine and cultivate himself, and he will be a good man again."

Li Xiaoning forced a smile.

"If you survive a catastrophe, you will have good fortune. Think of the best in everything." Director Tao also persuaded, and said, "I'll go to the emergency room first, and come to me if you have anything to do..."

"Director Tao." Li Xiaoning stopped him and said, "Well, I want to watch a few more operations, okay?"

"See...Ling Ran's?"

"yes."

Director Tao hesitated for a moment, nodded, and said, "Okay, you are all professionals in the industry, but it's better to tell Dr. Ling, it's more convenient."

"Can I ask Director Tao to introduce you." Li Xiaoning said with some embarrassment: "I know this request may be a bit too much..."

"Okay." Director Tao agreed again. Based on his experience, Ling Ran did not reject requests such as observing operations.

Professor Huang was also quite interested in Ling Ran's surgery. Out of the spirit of "everyone is here", he followed Director Tao and Li Xiaoning to find Ling Ran with great interest.

In the treatment room, Ling Ran and others who had already received new patients sat in a group.

"It's so rough."

"Broken? Can you pick it up?"

"How did you break it?"

The faces of several doctors showed expressions of unbearable reading, while the young nurses showed even more excitement and curiosity.

The patient's face was full of grief and death, and he kept muttering: "My wife learns dance...my wife learns dance..."

"Your wife learns dancing, so what does it have to do with your broken penis?" Yu Yuan returned to the Ling treatment group after treating the little patient with intussusception.

Compared with the empathy of Lu Wenbin and others and the sadness of the rabbit dying and the fox, Yu Yuan's expression is completely out of love for clinical medicine.

The patient closed his eyes, opened them to look at Yu Yuan, then closed them again, muttering to himself, "My wife told me to do a pole dance for me and let me lie down..."

The following plot immediately makes people think.

"Try to keep one testicle for you." Ling Ran made a detailed inspection on the spot, and then made a decision after looking at the film.

The patient's mental strength finally concentrated: "What does it mean to keep one?"

"The one on the right is definitely necrotic and has no value to keep. The one on the left can't be confirmed until you see it." Ling Ran told the truth, and Professor Huang, Doctor Zhou and others clamped their legs tightly.

The patient refused to obey, and failed to overcome reality after all.

So, everyone went to the operating room in a mighty manner, and watched Ling Ran's orchiectomy.

Li Xiaoning looked at Ling Ran's skillful movements, recalled what he said before, and couldn't help muttering: "From this point of view, Dr. Ling's skills should be very good."

"How to say?"

"Doctor Ling said before that he is good at removing the liver, spleen and testicles..." Li Xiaoning paused, pointing to the little meatballs that fell into the tray: "He seems to be really good at it..."

"Well, what you did was really clean and neat..." Professor Huang said, and his heart moved: "Don't tell me, Ling Ran's technique is really good, just hit wherever you point..."

Li Xiaoning looked at Professor Huang in confusion.

Professor Huang has already asked Ling Ran: "Doctor Ling, have you had any surgery for testicular cancer?"

Ling Ran's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Professor Huang very handsomely: "No, do you have a patient with testicular cancer?"

"Testis 7...can still get cancer?" Zheng Jun, an intern in Ling's treatment group, was inexplicably surprised.

"The probability is relatively low, but it does exist." Professor Huang replied with a smile, but the content was chilling.

Ling Ran looked at Professor Huang expectantly.

He now masters four kinds of resections, which are appendectomy (perfect), hepatectomy (master), total splenectomy (master) and orchiectomy (master).

Theoretically, Ling Ran can completely perform surgical resection of primary cancers in these four organs.

However, what is required for cutting cancer is not ordinary qualifications.

The emergency department is also not qualified to cut cancer at all.

Especially for liver cancer, the situation is extremely complicated. Hepatobiliary surgeons have to practice for many years before performing the surgery, and there is no room for Ling Ran to perform.

In contrast, cancers of the spleen, appendix, and testicles are relatively simple, but still...you can't come across them easily, and you are not qualified to cut them if you encounter them.

Professor Huang laughed twice: "There is a patient with testicular cancer in our hospital. He has a lot of worries. He has been taking traditional Chinese medicine recently..."

"That's it..." Ling Ran nodded. If someone doesn't want to have an operation, then there's nothing they can do.

"Actually, I think you can talk to him." Professor Huang said: "You are all young people, maybe it's easier to talk. You can talk to him and persuade him."

Dr. Zhou gritted his teeth, trying not to laugh.

The people around all gritted their teeth and tried not to laugh.

In the operating room where the orchiectomy had just been performed, everyone was as serious as Kazuki's squirrel.