Chapter Eight Hundred and Sixty First Bed Selection

"Replenishment fluid 2100." Su Jiafu watched the last bit of fluid enter the patient's body, and immediately reported a number.

Ling Ran said "En", and then made a final check, and said, "Shut up."

Lu Wenbin and Xiang Xueming, who were standing opposite him, immediately got busy. One helped Ling Ran lead the wire, and the other helped to remove the bandage around the wound from the clip...

Cai Qiong stretched her neck, watching their operations, wishing she could learn Ling Ran's techniques immediately.

Just like Zhang Anmin was willing to be a boy in order to learn hepatectomy, Cai Qiong had longed for the technique of hepatectomy for a long time.

It's a pity that even if Cai Qiong wants to be a second or fifth boy, there is no place to sell himself. The provincial general surgery department did not give Cai Qiong the opportunity to learn liver resection.

Cai Qiong looked at the scene of closing her abdomen, and suddenly remembered the scene when she was just on the operating table. If it wasn't for being too talkative and offending everyone, I might have started liver resection by now... maybe I can do more profitable surgery... instead of just doing my own well-cooked intestines all day long After an operation, the sky is dark and the sky is dark.

"Take the 6-0 line." Ling Ran spoke again, but corrected Wang Jia, the equipment nurse next to him.

Wang Jia immediately used tweezers to pull a 6-0 thin thread to Ling Ran again, and then asked, "Do you want to reduce the scar?"

"Yes." Ling Ran replied, took the needle-holding forceps, took a quick look, and poked the curved needle into the patient's skin.

Wang Jia glanced on tiptoe, curled her lips, and said, "But this man's hair is long and messy, it doesn't matter if he has a scar or not."

Ling Ran smiled, but did not answer. Since a perfect surgery is going to be done, it is not possible to look at the hair for scarring.

The little nurse Wang Jia stared at Ling Ran, and said excitedly, "Dr. Ling smiled just now."

Cai Qiong couldn't help it: "How do you know when you're wearing a mask?"

Wang Jia turned her head to look at him, showing disgust: "When Dr. Ling smiles, his temples will bend."

"The temples..." Cai Qiong pulled her emotions away from self-pity and continued to break her mouth: "Do you think my temples will bend?"

"Your hair is too thin, you have many wrinkles on your sideburns, and you have fat on your neck, so you can't see clearly." Wang Jia also pretended to answer seriously. Anyway, it's a provincial doctor, so it's okay to scold him for bleeding.

Cai Qiong was stunned,

He couldn't help touching his face with his hands.

Ling Ran lowered his head, not participating in their chat, but just staring at the patient's abdomen, finishing the final stitches. In order to reduce the scars, Ling Ran even used intradermal sutures and tension-reducing sutures.

Stitch after stitch.

There are not many shortcuts for suturing as a basic skill of a doctor, especially for this kind of skin suturing work, no matter how confident the doctor is, he can still only sew it stitch by stitch.

Seeing this, Cai Qiong was a little amused, he could tell that Ling Ran's basic skills were strong, but that didn't require skin stitches, as he could tell from the liver resection just now.

But Ling Ran still completed the whole process before withdrawing from the operating table.

"It's thanks to the fact that you have done a lot of surgeries, otherwise what would young doctors do." Cai Qiong left the operating room, winking at Zuo Cidian.

Patients may pay more attention to the abdominal closure, but in the whole operation, it can be said that it is the part that doctors care least about. In a provincial hospital, it is more like a platform for young doctors to practice their skills.

Zuo Cidian smiled and said nothing. How does Yun doctor train young doctors, and how does Ling's treatment team assign work? How can a provincial broken doctor have the right to interfere.

The operating room became quiet, only the sound of the needle penetrating into the muscle and the thin thread rustling when Ling Ran was suturing.

Xiang Xueming watched Ling Ran nervously all the way, until he announced that the operation was completed, he was slightly relieved.

Immortals fight little ghosts, this is the Bazhai Township Branch Hospital in Cangping District, and for every doctor in them, Yunyi and Shengli are giants, and they will die if they stab them casually.

"It's good when it's done, as long as the person is rescued." Xiang Xueming waited until the operation was over, and walked up to help Ling Ran take off the surgical gown and so on.

"I don't need your help." The itinerant nurse who was helping Wang Jia count the gauze immediately stepped forward.

Xiang Xueming laughed foolishly, and thought: I don't want to help yet, what's the use of this kind of help.

"Is there an intensive care unit?" Ling Ran didn't even ask the ICU, knowing that the Bazhai Township Branch Hospital couldn't provide it.

Xiang Xueming scratched his head, looked around again, and said in a low voice, "We haven't prepared intensive care either, so...does this patient have to be admitted to intensive care?"

"After the liver has been removed, it is correct to go to the ICU." Ling Ran looked at the sad Xiang Xueming again, and sighed, "If there is no intensive care unit, let's get one now."

"Okay...Okay!" Xiang Xueming agreed repeatedly.

Ling Ran followed and went out.

The intensive care unit is a weakened version of the ICU, and the newly sorted intensive care unit is a weakened version of the weakened one. Such a ward must be carefully cleaned before it can be used.

Xiang Xueming led the way and went directly to the second floor of the hospital.

A row of green-painted ward doors opened all the way from the stairs on the second floor, and there were always 10 of them.

"Which ward is easier to clean?" Ling Ran looked at the long ward and asked Xiang Xueming again.

Xiang Xueming scratched his head and smirked twice: "The wards are almost full..."

Ling Ran nodded, and walked straight to a ward near him.

"This won't work, this won't work." Xiang Xueming hurriedly stopped him.

Ling Ran frowned and looked at Xiang Xueming.

"This... this ward... the patient's recovery is slow." Xiang Xueming knew that Ling Ran's character was one-sided, so he could only explain it obediently.

"Will any patient recover slowly when entering this ward?" Ling Ran asked.

Xiang Xueming shook his head quickly: "No, but most of the patients recover slowly after entering this ward, and there are a few incisions that cannot grow well, and we can't find the reason..."

Ling Ran turned his head and glanced at the normal ward, but he didn't hesitate.

There may be many explanations for the slow recovery of patients living in this ward, but he is not here to solve the case.

Moreover, such superstitions in surgery are not only found in Bazhai Township, but almost every hospital has them.

"Then change to another room." Ling Ran made a new decision without hesitation.

Xiang Xueming was afraid of making another mistake, so he quickly designated a ward.

Then, it is a matter of vacating the ward and re-sterilizing it.

Xiang Xueming's organizational skills in this area are not bad, and he will finish this soon.

After about a while, the patient woke up and was sent directly to a single intensive care unit...

"You can go back. Remember to report the situation by the way." Zuo Cidian watched the patient settle down properly, and when he faced Cai Qiong again, the creases on his face seemed to be oiled, glistening under the sun.