Chapter 883 Restart

"Doctor, how is my son?"

The door of the operating corridor was pushed open, and anxious family members rushed forward. The one in the front was a father in his 60s, with gray hair and wrinkled cheeks, who looked like Zuo Cidian's younger brother.

Several relatives who were chatting enthusiastically also walked over with their hands behind their backs at this time, gathered around the doctor, pretending to be concerned.

Song Shang took a deep breath and said, "There was a small problem during the operation..."

"ah?"

"Why did the surgery go wrong?"

"Where's my son? My son..." The 60-year-old father swung his arms and was about to go in, but was stopped by Lu Wenbin behind him.

"The patient is fine, do you listen? If you don't listen, we will leave." Song Shang has rich experience, and he blocked the person without moving his body.

Lu Wenbin shook his hands, thinking: This old man is really energetic.

"Isn't something wrong with you?" The father was a little dizzy.

Song Shangdao: "The problem is solved. The main reason is that your son's blood vessels are too fragile. He didn't take good care of his body at ordinary times, and he didn't pay attention to the three high problems..."

The patient's family members were stunned, and some were taken aback by him.

Song Shang sighed, and said again: "During the operation, the patient's liver blood vessels ruptured. After our hard work and a lot of blood transfusion, the situation has stabilized now, but the next few days are still very critical. As long as After the dangerous period of the next few days passes, then the problem will not be big..."

"Is he still alive?" The patient's father's hands trembled.

"Alive." Song Shang was kind.

The attitude of doctors towards seriously ill patients is generally passable.

On the other hand, the operation was not going well, and Song Shang's waist could not be hardened.

After talking for a few more minutes, the patient and his family members dispersed slowly after some enlightenment.

Song Shang couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, he dragged Lu Wenbin back to the operating area, and thanked again: "Thanks to Dr. Lu just now, it wasn't you who stopped me, and I still have to make trouble today."

"It should." Lu Wenbin looked a little naive at this time, and asked: "If you bleed so much in the middle, the patient will come back later."

"Generally not." Song Shang said patiently: "Our domestic hospitals are like this. As long as the person does not die, any problems during the operation can be explained and talked about. But if the person dies on the operating table, you sign It’s useless to file any documents that say it’s not against the rules... Hehe, you’re still young, you’ll understand after you encounter it a few times.”

Lu Wenbin smiled, it's not that he really doesn't understand, but understanding is one thing, experience is another.

"No matter what, it's finally over. I really want to thank Dr. Ling and you guys for this trip." While speaking, Song Shang dragged Lu Wenbin into a spare room at the corner, and stuffed an envelope into him. : "A little hard work, please pass it on to Dr. Lu."

Lu Wenbin hesitated for a moment and asked, "Where did this money come from?"

Flying knives have a flying knife fee, and saving the field is also a flying knife. Although the process of flying is omitted, the point is not there.

However, the flying knife is not in such a hurry as to rescue the scene. It is often negotiated with the patient, and the patient is asked to pay. If the patient is not willing to leave, naturally he can invite Gao Ming again. Of course, if the hospital urgently wants to treat the disease, and the patient's family conditions are not good, it can also be paid from the department's funds.

However, saving the field is not so simple.

Rescue is an operation that the doctor expected to perform, but it turned out to be a mistake. At this time, the patient was lying on the operating table and his life was unknown.

Naturally, there is no possibility of hiring someone else. Discussing the cost of flying knife in the middle of the operation is even more prone to accidents.

Lu Wenbin knew this truth, and Song Shang knew it even more.

He didn't say much, and said calmly: "Our Xiao Liu is from here. He was promoted to the attending physician only last year, and he still depends on his salary. Don't think it's too little."

Upon hearing this, Lu Wenbin quickly said, "Then I can't take it."

"It's not for you." Song Shang pressed Lu Wenbin's hand, and said again: "You have seen the family members of this patient, people from Bazhai Township, the family conditions are like that, I just didn't tell them about throwing knives On our side, the internal rules of the department, whoever makes a mistake will pay for it..."

"Let me make a call." Lu Wenbin knew Ling Ran too well, and besides, he didn't care much about the thousands of dollars of flying knives, so he dialed the phone while speaking.

Song Shang didn't stop him either. After waiting for a while, seeing Lu Wenbin hang up the phone and put the money back, he couldn't help but be taken aback: "No?"

"Doctor Ling said no." Lu Wenbin shrugged, and said, "Okay, I'm going back, you pay attention to the patients."

After finishing speaking, Lu Wenbin walked away freely, feeling that he was handsome like Schwarzenegger who "we've got a bad cough".

Song Shang was stunned behind, not because the envelope was stuffed back, but because of Lu Wenbin's naturalness.

In Song Shang's memory, many big doctors actually don't take the red envelopes from the rescue scene very much.

It is agreed in advance, or it is agreed to calculate separately. In the case of the Sixth Court, everyone usually accepts it if they can.

However, the reason why the big brother is the big brother is also because the big brother has a high status in the world, which is beyond the reach of ordinary doctors.

In contrast, a doctor who is not at the level of a big boss, such as an ordinary director of a tertiary hospital with little reputation, can save the situation when he saves the situation, and he will not refuse to give money—he is not well-known anyway. Wouldn't it be foolish to give money.

But from Lu Wenbin's attitude, what Song Shang felt was the casualness of a big brother: If you don't want it today, just step back—that's how it feels.

In the emergency room.

The atmosphere remains the same.

Ling Ran, who came back from the round of rescue, returned to the computer and continued to discuss articles with Yu Yuan. Several doctors who had something to do continued to work, and those who had nothing to do pretended to be doing something.

The chubby Ren Qi thoughtfully sat at the door, not only allowing Ling Ran to see him, but also easy to grab the opportunity if there was a patient.

He has only studied for so long, so compared to the original team of Ling's treatment team, his desire for opportunities is naturally different.

A minibus drove over from a distance.

Ren Qi didn't wait for the others to wake up, he immediately stood up and went out to meet them.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a few young men in white coats getting out of the minibus.

"Doctor Ling, we are here to report." Qi Zao was the first to get out of the car. As one of the interns sent by Yunda this year, Qi Zao and the others didn't get much training opportunities. They encountered a mudslide in Bazhai Township. Now that the emergency situation has eased, several people discussed it and immediately followed come over.

Qi Zao, who had an outgoing personality, held a telephoto lens, like a literary youth, and yelled outside the door.

After entering the door, Qi Zao became a little quieter. He first said hello to each doctor one by one, then put down his things, took another can of alcohol gel, and carefully applied it on his hands in front of Ling Ran, then asked in a low voice: " Doctor Ling, we are here for an internship again."

Ling Ran nodded, and then looked around responsibly.

Today is a rare leisure time for Ling's treatment team... From Ling Ran's point of view, today should be a rare non-working state for Ling's treatment team.

For doctors, if there are no patients, there is no job. If a group of doctors have no job, if there are four interns...

Ling Ran suddenly felt a sense of responsibility as the leader of the treatment team.

I'm dead, what should I do?

"Let's give you a mission." Ling Ran sighed, the conditions were so, so it was the only way.

As soon as Qi Zao and other four interns stepped on the ground, they heard the word "task" and stood in front of Ling Ran complaining.

However, looking at Ling Ran's expression, Qi Zao, who was the most escaped, didn't dare to jump out.

"You guys learned to sew at school, right?" Ling Ran asked.

"have."

Ling Ran nodded, called Lu Wenbin again, and said, "Go and buy them 20 grapefruits, five for each person, peel off the flesh, and then sew the skin together finely with interrupted stitches."

"How thin is the seam?" Qi Zao asked in a low voice.

"The thinner the better." Ling Ran replied.

Qi Zao said "Oh", and asked full of curiosity: "Why grapefruit, is there any particularity?"

Ling Ran said slowly: "I like eating grapefruit."

In the corner, the eyes of a group of medical representatives suddenly lit up, as if the robot had restarted.