Chapter 541: Factions

It is not the first time that Xiang Xueming has been kicked out of the operating room.

Interns are like gauze in the operating room. It is impossible to have them without them, but their supply is really large. Therefore, if the chief surgeon is upset, he will kick the interns out, and the assistants will send interns to do it if necessary. The nurses look at it. There are too many people in the operating room, and the interns will be rushed out...

Getting kicked out by a patient... is actually quite common.

During ward rounds, there are always patients who don't like to be surrounded. Most of them don't talk much, but there are also some who have a strong temper and strong action ability, and scold the interns out with a few words.

Xiang Xueming faced the eyes of the middle-aged aunt, instantly judged her power, and then left the treatment room silently.

He was reluctant to leave, so he stood at the door, listening to the voice inside, as if he was in the internship period.

"After the suture has reached this step, it's time to consider the anatomical issues." Ling Ran's voice came out very penetratingly: "The issue of scar tissue is very complicated, and it's not just about the epidermis, dermis, and subcutaneous tissue. The anatomical problems can be solved. We also need to observe the sebaceous glands, sweat glands, arrector pili muscles and even skin sacs..."

"It can't be done." Dr. Miao's voice was a little suspicious. Since he left the hospital, he has been doing beauty needle business to make a living. If he didn't know that Ling Ran wouldn't just talk about it, he would probably laugh out loud now.

Ling Ran also pulled out a long voice: "If it can be done, it should be perfect."

"That must be perfect." Dr. Miao laughed.

"Well, in general, if some physical and chemical examinations can be done, it will also be helpful for suturing, at least it can serve as a guide for the doctor's operation..."

"It's impossible for the patient to agree."

"kindness."

"At this time, you should be envious of the free medical treatment for foreigners. Doctors can do whatever tests they want, and they don't have to discuss them because of money." Dr. Miao tutted twice. Keep improving, and there is no way out.

Xiang Xueming, who was listening outside the door, heard some clues, and couldn't help but feel it.

"Okay." Ling Ran quickly finished the suture, cut the thread short with scissors, and said something to the patient opposite.

Dr. Miao quickly followed, "I'll bandage it up.

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Ling Ran stood up with an "en" and said to the patient, "Don't get wet, don't use force, it will be fine soon."

"Does it leave a scar?"

Dr. Miao said at a faster speed: "Whether or not you leave scars is related to your physique, not just a matter of sutures..."

He said a bunch of blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

When the patient was a little confused by what was said, Ling Ran had already walked out.

He looked at Xiang Xueming at the door again, and asked, "You just said surgery, please help?"

"It's like this. I went to work in the Cangping District Hospital and was sent to the Bazhai Township branch. There are only two people in total..." Xiang Xueming quickly said a few words of introduction, and then said: "I'm thinking, can I Dr. Ling, please send two people to our Bazhai Township branch for surgery on a regular basis."

"You are a branch of Cangping District Hospital, shouldn't Cangping District Hospital send someone to perform surgery?" Ling Ran asked strangely.

"It's supposed to be like this, but there are few doctors in the district hospital who can perform surgery, and they are afraid of being left in the branch hospital, so they don't want to go." Xiang Xueming said cautiously: "Another one, It is normal work for the district hospital to go to the branch hospital for surgery, and if other hospitals come, we can count it as a flying knife."

This was the first time Xiang Xueming asked for a flying knife, and what he did was extremely jerky.

Ling Ran is used to it. To him, there is not much difference between a medical school classmate or an intern, or the chief physician of a certain county hospital.

Ling Ran thought for a while, and asked, "You have the corresponding surgical conditions, right? How many hospital beds and nurses are there? What about the operating room equipment?"

"20 hospital beds, 5 nurses, all with certificates, passed through the operating room. The equipment can do laparotomy, laparoscopy, X-ray machine, consumables...can you ask a medical representative to send them over?" Xiang Xue He knew that he didn't know much, but he could only pretend that he knew a lot.

Dr. Xiong, the resident doctor in the Xiagou Clinic, passed by seemingly genuinely and falsely, and interjected: "The consumables you use are too small, and the medical representative will not send them."

Xiang Xueming reluctantly said: "I've seen someone who gave away a Kirschner wire..."

"That depends on who it is given to. I have seen a can of black toothpaste given to the director's medical representative at 3 o'clock in the morning. Can you?" Dr. Xiong was not polite to the little intern Xiang Xueming, and by the way Ling Ran said: "Little boss, our clinic has just been renovated, and we can make money in everything we do, so why go to a small place to open a knife?"

"Don't bother Dr. Ling. Of course, it's best if Dr. Ling is willing to come there. Other doctors are also fine, as long as they can do the surgery." Xiang Xueming planned three operations a day at 2,000 yuan, which is equivalent to only 600 yuan for one operation. Now, when Ling Ran goes out to shoot a throwing knife, the price is 10 times that, plus assistant fees and travel expenses.

Ling Ran said indifferently: "If you have a special case, you can also come to me, or send it to Yun Doctor. Twenty hospital beds are quite a lot. If it is operated at full efficiency, it will be enough for two attending doctors."

"We can take out 10 beds now." Xiang Xueming quickly added.

He was really afraid that if Ling Ran used 20 beds, there would be no more beds.

For surgical patients, 10 beds and 5 nurses are already tense enough.

"10 cards, okay." Ling Ran looked at Xiang Xueming again and asked, "Who do you want?"

Everyone present could feel Ling Ran's rapidly fading interest.

For Ling Ran, if there are 10 hospital beds, it will take about two days. If all laparoscopic operations are performed, one operation will be performed in about an hour, and 10 hospital beds can be filled in one day...

For a small hospital like the Bazhai Township Branch, 10 beds are filled, and God knows how long it will take to free them up.

Coupled with the gap in the level of nursing, it can be said that it is meaningless for Ling Ran to go to the Bazhai Township branch to throw knives.

However, there are always doctors who are willing.

Xiang Xueming had already thought of someone, so he hurriedly said, "I would like to invite Dr. Zhang Anmin."

Ling Ran raised his chin and said, "Zhang Anmin is from the Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery."

"As long as you agree, I'll talk to him." Xiang Xueming spoke nervously. This is the most suitable candidate for him after thinking about it.

Compared with other members of Ling Ran's treatment group, Zhang Anmin has more comprehensive skills, experience and seniority, which can save him a lot of trouble.

And compared to the leaders of the non-Lingran group, Zhang Anmin was more inviting.

Most importantly, Zhang Anmin is still poor.

What Xiang Xueming needs is a professional with comprehensive skills and independent problem-solving ability, who is willing to travel 6 hours every weekend and work 8 hours, just to earn 2,000 yuan...

To be honest, even if he was going to invite Zhang Anmin, Xiang Xueming felt that he needed Ling Ran's banner.

"Let me make a call and ask Zhang Anmin." Ling Ran took out his cell phone as he spoke.

Xiang Xueming became more nervous in an instant, and at the same time, he was full of anticipation.

The effect of Ling Ran's phone call and his looking for it is obviously different.

Ling Ran took two steps away, walked back, hung up the phone, and said, "Zhang Anmin will try it later, just contact him again."

"Is that all right?" Xiang Xueming was stunned instead.

"This is the faction." Dr. Xiong sighed suddenly.

Ling Ran and Xiang Xueming both looked at Dr. Xiong.

"The doctor's faction, don't you understand?" Doctor Xiong asked back.

Ling Ran and Xiang Xueming shook their heads together.

Dr. Xiong wanted to explain, and after thinking about making money, he laughed and said, "What do I, a bad old man, know? By the way, Ling Ran, tell your dad that the hospital has been renovated, and it's time for me to raise my salary."

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