Chapter 605 Postoperative

"Doctor Ma, why don't you see Dr. Ling coming over?" Sister Zhang, who was just in her early 40s, sat firmly on the lounge chair next to her son's bed, with complaints in her tone.

Ma Yanlin, who was taking the blood pressure of national footballer Li Tianhong, smiled and said, "Didn't Dr. Ling come to check the room yesterday?"

"I came yesterday, so I won't come today?"

Ma Yanlin reluctantly sent out a warm smile, and said: "Today is the fifth day of the operation, and the patient's condition has stabilized. He recovers on time and has another checkup. There will be no problem."

"I'm worried about what you said. I want to hear from Dr. Ling." Sister Zhang's attitude was more determined, and her tone became more blunt.

Ever since her lovely son Li Tianhong became a professional player, Sister Zhang felt that she was rarely neglected. Even when she went to the hospital, she was treated like a VIP.

The treatment this time is naturally VIP, and the special-needed building is quite satisfactory to Sister Zhang, and the effect of the operation seems to be very good. However, as the uneasiness during the operation disappeared, Ms. Zhang began to struggle with the doctor's attention.

The operation was performed by Dr. Ling Ranling, and Ling Ran is the most famous in terms of Achilles tendon repair. Sister Zhang naturally hoped that Ling Ran would come to make the rounds.

Of course, she also knew that a doctor like Ling Ran must be very busy, just like his son has been busy every day since he became a national player.

However, from another point of view, wouldn't Ling Ran, a doctor who is so busy, frequently come to the ward for rounds, isn't it more reflective of his importance? It's like letting people who can't drink drink, as if it's more respectable.

Ma Yanlin, who was still only a trained doctor, was extremely embarrassed.

In other words, the family members of patients like Sister Zhang are actually not young or old, and experienced doctors have systematic ways to deal with them. However, Ma Yanlin is still just a little training doctor.

It is a little more expensive than interns, but it has less experience than resident doctors. Considering that resident doctors have little to do with experience, the experience of regular training doctors is more like a joke.

Ma Yanlin could only smirk, and said in a condescending way: "Today is in the same condition as yesterday. Didn't Dr. Ling say yesterday that there is no problem..."

"You said that the status is almost useless. You have to ask Dr. Ling to talk about it." Sister Zhang frowned and said, "Young man, we came to Yunyi Hospital to see Dr. Ling. Now Dr. Ling doesn't show up. Let's listen to the little doctor, I don't mean to offend, I just feel unconvinced."

Ma Yanlin thought,

I still feel unconvinced.

However, Li Tianhong, who lives in the special-needs building, is a patient who is valued by the hospital leaders. No matter how unconvinced, Ma Yanlin can only endure...

Li Tianhong opened his eyes at this moment, and said: "Mom, it's best if you're in the hospital if you're fine. If there are a bunch of doctors around you, do you think it's a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Bah, bah, bah..." Sister Zhang shook her head again and again, and said, "What are you talking about? You are getting better every day. Mom is not worried about you. You will play football in the future. This daily rehabilitation , it is reasonable to have someone to guide you.”

"Isn't there someone in the rehabilitation room who specially guides you?"

"Can the doctors in the rehabilitation room compare with Dr. Ling? We have all heard the name of Dr. Ling, the doctors in the rehabilitation room..."

Li Tianhong laughed: "There are specialties in art, you can't let table tennis players play football."

"Why not, maybe they have better grades." Sister Zhang said it fluently, complained about it, and hurriedly corrected: "Not counting you, son, you are different from other national football players..."

"My Achilles tendon is shorter than humans." Li Tianhong said angrily: "Besides, there are only a few people in the table tennis team, and they are thin and small. If you want to compare, at least you have to compare with... the track and field team." .”

Sister Zhang pondered: "That's right, you guys can't control the ball anyway."

Li Tianhong's face darkened: "Mom, I'm the only one who can say this. It's like scolding someone when you say it."

"can you?"

"Yes." Li Tianhong said affirmatively.

Ma Yanlin lowered his head, wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and walked out of the ward silently.

"Doctor Ma, wait a little longer. There will be some situations later, and it may be up to you to talk about it." Sister Zhang raised her head, took out an ipad, and made a video call.

Ma Yanlin looked at Li Tianhong stupidly, but the latter pretended not to see it.

The sky is going to rain, the mother is going to be a man, what can he do.

After a while, the video call was connected, and Sister Zhang greeted her enthusiastically: "Dr. Meng, I will delay your time for a few minutes."

"It's okay, tell me." Dr. Meng's voice was calm and confident.

"Doctor Meng, Tianhong's right thumb feels a little tingling today, please take a look." Sister Zhang pointed the camera at Li Tianhong's foot as she spoke. Obviously, this is not the first time she has done this skillfully.

Ma Yanlin was annoyed and funny watching from the sidelines.

People in Yunyi, but looking for other doctors to diagnose remotely, are naturally funny and angry! If it was a doctor in a Japanese TV series, it should be said "please go back" at this time.

However, the national conditions are different after all. In the United States, the beacon of humanity, a doctor with an annual salary of one million is allowed to find a second person for diagnosis.

After all, Ma Yanlin lacked confidence, so he could only watch from the sidelines.

Sister Zhang was a little proud, she deliberately showed it to Ma Yanlin. Let such a little doctor know about this kind of thing first, so that she can take every step at every step. When it comes to seeing a doctor, Sister Zhang doesn't understand, but she really learned how many tricks like a palace fight. Shebin, there are no thirty-six tricks, but there is no problem with eighteen tricks.

"It's not a problem if it's just a slight tingling pain. It may be due to a long nerve." Dr. Meng on the Ipad said it in a very simple way, and Sister Zhang understood it right away.

"It's fine..."

"Why didn't you let the doctor of Yunyi take a look? It is said that Yunyi's special needs are also quite good." On the ipad, Dr. Meng's tone was already slightly provocative.

Sister Zhang likes this kind of competitive atmosphere, she glanced at Ma Yanlin proudly, and complained: "Doctor Meng, you don't know, the attitude of Yunyi is hard, and it is like a state-owned enterprise. You are better at Dongke, with good medical skills and attitude That's fine too."

"Mom." Li Tianhong quickly interrupted his mother's complaints, and said, "It's enough that Dr. Yun's treatment is good. Don't dwell on details."

"Can postoperative recovery be a detail?" The sturdy mother's voice sounded instantly.

Ma Yanlin had no choice but to speak: "Our postoperative rehabilitation also has a standard procedure."

"Mr. Li Tianhong is a national footballer. I'm afraid it's not appropriate to use your standard procedure in Yunyi." Dr. Meng said in a probing tone.

When Li Tianhong's mother heard this, she was immediately reminded, and said angrily, "If we want a standard procedure, why should we ask you, Dr. Ling? Other hospitals have standard procedures."

Physiologically, athletes and ordinary people are indeed two types.

Ma Yanlin said something wrong, and his forehead was sweating anxiously: "I didn't mean that, our postoperative recovery also meets the patient's needs..."

"Are you using early activity weights or late ones?" Dr. Meng's voice was cold on the Ipad.

Ma Yanlin's head was tense, and at this moment, listening to the medical questions he asked, he suddenly came to his senses: "You are Meng Shan from Dongke."

"You know me?" Meng Shan laughed.

"I've read your thesis." Ma Yanlin's voice became a little deeper.