Five Hundred and Tenth Cut

During Ling Ran's time at home, he taught Dr. Miao a lesson, and then he learned how to do it himself. One day passed.

The structure of patients in the Xiagou Clinic is acceptable, and now there are several cases of sutures and more than dozens of infusions every day.

For clinics, if the number of people who buy infusions and medicines can exceed one hundred, it can be said to be profitable. Businesses such as cosmetic sutures can be said to be super profitable.

It can be said that the Ling family's impulse to decorate came from this.

Ling Ran cooperates with Dr. Miao to teach each other, a few patients are really not enough. Ling Ran then hung up the massage sign again, "25 yuan for 2 minutes of massage" was replaced by "35 yuan for 2 minutes of massage", just a few neighbors complained.

Up to now, everyone knows whether Ling Ran's massage skills are good or not. Those who are willing to massage are eager to come, and those who are not willing to massage are a little jealous when they see the Ling family's price increase.

For the next few days, Ling Ran slept until he woke up naturally, and then went back to the cage to sleep slowly before going to the hospital. Most of the time, he just went home after checking the room.

Liver resection is a major operation, and patients basically have to stay in the ICU for a few days, and it is not surprising that they stay for a week or two, or even 20 days in severe cases.

The hospital's ICU can provide limited beds, and once it is full, recovery will be slow.

What's more, other departments also need to perform surgery, and they also need to occupy the resources of the ICU. Their usage is basically a fixed value, and the ICU does not dare to fill the ICU with Ling Ran alone.

No matter how handsome you are, you have to comply with the Basic Law, right?

Most importantly, several of Ling Ran's assistants also entered a state of fatigue.

They have to follow up with surgery, liver papers, daily work such as ward rounds, and then have to complete so many medical records that normal doctors can't create... Ling Ran's group who always rush out to make throwing knives on weekends , has collapsed to the limit.

"Let's not accept liver resection patients this week." Seeing more and more unfinished tasks accumulated on the wall, Ling Ran decided to take a step back.

He has just obtained an arthroscopic cruciate ligament reconstruction skill, and the task of self-improvement "cholecystectomy" has not been completed, and he is planning to make some minor adjustments in advance.

At the very least, Duogan should have two books on orthopedics.

Zuo Cidian, who was sitting on a chair writing medical records, listened,

His throat began to tremble: "Doctor Ling, patients who are not accepted for liver resection, what kind of surgery are you going to do?"

"If you have any patients you want to admit, you can bring them up. If you don't have any, the beds can be vacant for a few days." In fact, there are not many vacant beds. In the Ling Ran Group, which is in charge of the chief hospitalization strategy, hospital beds are already a scarce resource. The beds that are now vacant are basically vacated by patients who have been discharged from the hospital in the past two or three days.

"This is... resting with the people?" Zuo Cidian almost shouted long live.

Lu Wenbin and Yu Yuan, who reacted a little slower in front of them, also widened their eyes, feeling a little inconceivable.

"Is it really possible to stop accepting patients?" Lu Wenbin asked in surprise.

"Not accepting for now, rest for a few days." Ling Ran nodded.

"I'm going to call Director Huo." Zuo Cidian came to his senses, and hurriedly cut the patient from the root cause.

Ling Ran's treatment group is quite special, they are organized in the emergency department, and there is no outpatient clinic, so if they don't take the initiative to treat them, there will be fewer patients coming to the hospital.

Even if there are, emergency patients can also be referred, and it is normal for elective patients to delay for a few days.

"Everyone has made up all the medical records in the past few days." Zuo Cidian didn't dare to think of a template for not doing things, and he didn't think about it either.

It is impossible to finish writing the medical records, and there will be a lot of troubles at that time.

Ling Ran was also not interested in writing medical records. A medical record was tens of thousands of words, and it was completely inconsistent with Ling Ran's aesthetics to rely on copying and pasting to modify the data.

"I'll go around the ward, and Yu Yuan will come with me. The feeling of the hospital should continue to be strengthened." Ling Ran got up and left without giving others a chance to express their opinions.

If you want the doctors to tell you, no one wants to do hospital flu or something.

Everyone believes that they are the cleanest one. Even if you don't take a shower for three days, you still feel like you don't have body odor.

Few people are willing to wash their hands with alcohol gel every time they have a physical examination.

Washing hands before surgery can be done, but the disinfection of the ward is less concerned.

The most important thing is that the management of hospital infection is always very troublesome. It is necessary to conflict with other doctors, and nurses and head nurses often do not cooperate.

In general, this is a job that requires force to advance, and the payoff is invisible.

However, Ling Ran has never been afraid of others' slander or dissatisfaction.

If the dissatisfaction of those around him would affect him, Ling Ran would be at a loss when he received his 100th love letter.

Therefore, even though Yu Yuan and the others were also unwilling to put in the effort to make sense of the courtyard, Ling Ran still persevered.

It is right to make a sense of courtyard, and it must be done.

Furthermore, it is not too much trouble to carry a jar of alcohol gel with you.

"The sewers should also be cleaned. The frequency of cleaning the toilets in each ward should be increased. The original cleaning frequency is suitable for the full-staffed state. Now that we have extra beds for a long time, the frequency must be increased." Ling Ran wandered around and gave the order, and then Yu Yuan took notes.

"Subcontract?" Yu Yuan whispered, "Nurses don't want to do it."

"Subcontract, and mobilize some interns to do it." Ling Ran said.

Yu Yuan looked up at the former intern Ling Ran, and said in a low voice, "It will cost a lot of money to subcontract, so I have to tell Director Huo."

"I'll call him later." Ling Ran had already been instructed by Huo Congjun to spend a certain amount of department expenses.

In fact, if it is a veteran doctor who leads the group, the funds may be completely independent.

Of course, if a weak doctor leads a team, there is no funding at all, and there is still some money to talk to the director's face.

"Buy some more alcohol gel." After searching around, Ling Ran used up a tube of alcohol gel, took another tube of lavender flavor, and said again: "I'm going to the hepatobiliary surgery department, and you will contact the outsourcing company. "

"Didn't you not cut the liver?" Yu Yuan's liver trembled.

"I'll go and see if there is any gallbladder that can be cut." Ling Ran said, "Zhang Anmin also agreed to let me perform the surgery."

"Okay..." Yu Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief as she watched Ling Ran go away.

Liver cutting surgery is not like Achilles tendon repair. It puts much more pressure on the first and even second assistants. In the Ling treatment group, that is, Lu Wenbin and Ma Yanlin accepted it better. Even so, it was only after Zhang Anmin helped. , everyone is relatively relaxed.

The surgery between Yu Yuan and Zuo Cidian was not so easy. A resident doctor can do things like pulling hooks for Achilles tendon repair, but when it comes to liver surgery, Yu Yuan is really guilty, and the pressure is great every time.

"If only surgery could be as easy as writing a thesis." Yu Yuan's mood became happier when she thought about the thesis. Her mind was full of various documents. Smiles rose.

Ling Ran looked like he was strolling around, and arrived at the hepatobiliary surgery ward.

Recently, in the hepatobiliary surgery ward, half of the patients were cut out by Ling Ran, and it wasn't once or twice that he came to make rounds.

The doctors and nurses all greeted obediently.

If it is said that Ling Ran was rampant in the operating room before, since Professor Feng Zhixiang left, he has been rampant in the hepatobiliary surgery.

Whether it is He Yuanzheng or his subordinates, they absolutely do not want to be hanged and beaten by a doctor like Ling Ran as a case at a certain international conference, or in any domestic conference, or in any out-of-hospital consultation or in-hospital consultation. ...

"Where's Zhang Anmin?" Ling Ran randomly asked a doctor in a white coat.

He kind of wanted a cholecystectomy.

"Intensive care unit." The doctor replied cautiously.

The intensive care unit of hepatobiliary surgery is the former high-level ward. It is simpler than the one in the demand building, but it is protected by complete doctors and nurses. It is the first choice for patients in the hepatobiliary department, especially those who have undergone major hepatobiliary surgery.

Ling Ran said a little louder, and searched for it.

Before arriving at the place, I saw a group of people crowded in the small living room, and even in the corridor, there were people wandering around.

Ling Ran frowned, and shouted "Let's go!" Seeing that someone gave way to a passage, he walked in.

The ward connected to the small living room was also full of people.

"Mr. Zhu, don't think too much, it's just cholecystitis, many people get it, and they will be discharged from the hospital in a few days."

"Ms. Zhu worked too hard and cared too much about the students. She didn't feel well, so she didn't go to the hospital."

"Teacher Zhu is full of peaches and plums, but you must also pay attention to your body."

The people around the bed were talking to each other, with smiles on their faces.

The patient on the hospital bed was almost crying, but he couldn't laugh when he wanted to, with a sad face.

"Hey, don't be like this, I know, I may be... cancer?" When Teacher Zhu said "cancer", his tongue almost straightened.

The person beside the bed hurriedly said, "No, it's really not..."

"I know, you are lying to me..."

"Nobody lied to you..."

"Principal Liu, I have been working for 30 years. I was hospitalized for a month the year before last, and you just came to deliver a piece of fruit, but now..." Teacher Zhu looked at the flower baskets and fruit baskets full of flowers and fruits around him, tears were about to fall.

Principal Liu smiled awkwardly, and then asked for help.

The grade director licked his lips, leaned over to Teacher Zhu's ear, and whispered, "Old Zhu, your son has been transferred to the Education Bureau."

Teacher Zhu was taken aback for a moment, and his eyes gradually brightened.

"I have cholecystitis?" Teacher Zhu asked.

"Yes, cholecystitis." Zhang Anmin replied after seeing that the patient was stable, and said, "There is adhesion, but it's not very serious. We recommend resection. If you are willing, we will arrange surgery as soon as possible."

"Cut... cut it off." Teacher Zhu couldn't help but smile as he said.