Great Doctor Ling Ran

Ling Ran has become accustomed to the abruptness of the system. He paused for a while and continued without incident.

Dr. Xiong, who was thin and thin, looked up at Ling Ran, but shouted in his mouth, "Juanzi, come and help."

He's been retiring from the hospital for almost 10 years, but he also knows what the intern is about to graduate from, and he doesn't expect Ling Ran to really help.

Juan Juanzi is the signature nurse of Xiagou Clinic. The Xiagou Clinic is just such a nurse, weighing 180 pounds, and one of them.

The old wooden floor made a rustling sound, and you know that Juanzi is moving fast, giving a very sense of security.

"What do you do?" Juan Zi's voice was also vigorous.

"We re-wrapped Mr. Yang's wounds." Dr. Xiong said, directing Mr. Yang to sit in the treatment room and disperse the crowd watching the crowd.

Ling Ran followed up with the treatment room.

I was just a patient with a stab wound. He handled a dozen cases today and is quite confident.

The treatment room of the small clinic is usually used for injection and thread removal. There is a large hospital nearby, and ordinary people are willing to go to an emergency department for suture wounds, but when it is time to remove the suture, they are too lazy to register.

Of course, according to the requirements of the health department, small clinics are also equipped with debridement, suture and disinfection equipment.

When Dr. Xiong slowly opened the towel wrapped by Boss Yang, Ling Ran prepared a large suture bag.

Needle holder, toothless forceps, toothed forceps, curved scissors, straight scissors, tissue forceps, vascular forceps, cloth forceps ...

Ling Ran counted one by one.

Sacral suture is the simplest surgical procedure, but it is also a minor operation, and the necessary equipment is necessary.

"I'll help you deal with it quickly, disinfect first ..." Dr. Xiong washed his hands, took out the hydrogen peroxide, and prepared to pour onto Mr. Yang's wound.

Howling.

Ling Ran turned on the faucet and started washing his hands in seven steps ...

Dr. Xiong hummed and suppressed the cough in his throat and said, "Xiao Ran, let's do a simple disinfection and stop bleeding."

Ling Ran smiled back. He has nothing to explain. There are some things that he cannot understand.

Dr. Xiong couldn't let down the swollen **** palms, but instead managed to do anything with Ling Ran's hands.

After two sentences, Dr. Xiong still focused his attention on the palm of Boss Yang and poured disinfectant while saying: "You have been cut by a knife. The advantage is that the debridement is simple. The bad part is the deep wound It is very likely that the tendon has been injured. It is best to go to Yunhua Hospital to see ... "

"Let's take over." Ling Ran watched as Dr. Xiong completed the disinfection step, put on gloves, sat on a chair next to Dr. Xiong, and gently rotated Boss Yang. Ling Ran.

Dr. Xiong and Juanzi looked at each other even more.

As a neighbour of the neighborhood, boss Yang naturally knew Ling Ran and knew that he attended medical school, but the gap between reading and doing things was so clear to the public.

Boss Yang, holding back his pain, said, "Ling Ran, I can't say I'm a minor injury."

"It's just the palm, it hasn't been cut off, it's not too heavy." Ling Ran said in consolation.

老板 Boss Yang muttered a sentence of "cut off", and immediately became restless.

Common diseases, most patients have some cognition. Many of the patients received in the emergency department were caused by accidents, and did not have a corresponding understanding of their own conditions. Most of them were based on the opinions of doctors.

Boss Yang looked at Dr. Xiong hesitantly.

Being in a medical institution, patients are very susceptible to doctors. They do not have the corresponding knowledge reserves, and they are facing major or minor crises, so they are easily affected by professionals or seemingly professional people.

老板 For Boss Yang, it is normal to go to a large hospital to treat the wound, but it is obviously a bit daunting to bump the bleeding wound for ten kilometers.

In contrast, Dr. Xiong is even more skeptical, and his title has changed. He said, "Ling Ran, we are still safe ..."

He did not wait for him to finish, Ling Ran already held the tweezers and started to operate.

老板 Boss Yang yelled, and shouted.

"After debridement, after taking anesthesia, it is not easy to get a second infection, so bear with me." Ling Ran said, turning to smile again: "Sister Juan, please take 2% lidocaine and dilute to 1% . Prepare more hydrogen peroxide and complex iodine. "

Debridement and suture are basically the same process, and Ling Ran has no multiple branches, so he operates step by step.

Wu Juanzi did not see Dr. Xiong, so she did it.

In fact, Ling Ran moved his scissors, and Dr. Xiong had to hesitate to oppose it.

If it is normal, he thinks about it for a minute and a half, it doesn't matter.

But under Ling Ran's master-level butt-stitching technology, one minute is enough to sew dozens of stitches.

Speaking of which, boss Yang ca n’t really be considered a minor injury. Cut off the tendon will affect the function of the hand. If the suture is not good, the grip will be weak in the future so that he cannot do delicate work.

If he was sent to the emergency department of Yunhua Hospital, the opinion of the attending doctor was mostly to hand surgery.

From the doctor's point of view, Boss Yang's injury is actually more serious than the chopped flower arm.

Alas, for Ling Ran, there is not much difference.

The master-level **** stitching method he masters is stronger than most doctors at Yunhua Hospital, and much stronger.

Suture the tendon is a challenge for the emergency department doctor of Yunhua Hospital. For the surgery department, it is ordinary business.

For Ling Ran, it was even easier.

Boss Yang Yang opened the noodle restaurant. For more than ten years, he has eaten by hand. In other words, he needs a fully functional hand to work.

When I was sent to the hospital, he might get the ideal suture, but he might also get the average medical service.

Li Lingran believes that his technology can minimize the negative chance.

缝 He stitched very carefully, slower than when he was in the emergency room, but the effect was to pull out.

"Sew up, I'll bandage you now. Don't see water in the wound, remember to change the dressing ..." Ling Ran told him as usual.

Dr. Xiong, who was next to him, had long been silly, and said, "Is there such a cow in Yunda Medical College?"

As far as he knows, a medical intern graduated, went to the hospital for two years as a trainee, and then as a resident for two years, maybe he couldn't do such sutures independently.

Ling Ling was more straightforward, rubbing his hands and saying excitedly: "Son, you are qualified enough to come to our clinic for treatment."

虽然 Although he is not a doctor, he is well-informed. The most important thing is that Dr. Xiong supervised the whole process, which is enough for him to rest assured.

Ling Ran said: "I still have an internship."

"It would be nice to save some salary." Ling Jie porridge sighed.

Dr. Xiong Xiong was unmoved and said calmly: "Not a small salary."

When Ling Ling said "Hey", he wanted to come forward to debate, but someone shouted behind him:

"Dad, dad, where are you?"

He said time and time soon, and saw a strong figure rushing forward.

"Sew up, it's okay." Boss Yang pointed at the bandaged hand and smiled.

Boss Yang was uneasy, and his son became even more nervous. His eyes widened and he asked, "Did you not call an ambulance? Why did you sew here?"

"The clinic will be sewn up, what hospital will be sent to." As a neighbour, boss Yang is somewhat embarrassed, weak: "Tiger, don't worry ..."

"Can I be in a hurry? It's a lifetime to waste your hands. Can a big hospital compare with a small clinic?" Yang Hu looked aggressively at Dr. Xiong and Ling Ran wearing a white coat. Finally, his eyes were locked on Dr. Xiong , Asked, "Dare you dare to do such a serious injury? My dad is relying on his hands to eat. If he can't restore normal functions, you can support my dad for a lifetime."

Dr. Xiong Xiong stroked his chin and said vaguely: "Normal function, this concept is big ..."

"It's stitched." Ling Ran clapped her hands, and said, "The operation is smooth. You can take him to the hospital for examination. After surgery, pay attention to the rehabilitation of the activity and the probability of returning to normal function is very high."

"That is to say that there is still the possibility of recovery?" Yang Hu was even more dissatisfied.

Ling Lingran frowned, before he could talk, but was pulled by his father.

Ling Jie porridge knew too much about his son's character. He pulled back behind him and immediately told Yang Hu: "The possibility of being unable to recover does exist, but the probability is very low. It is like buying a lottery ticket. If you encounter it, you will be dealt with it. Way, isn't it? "

Yang Hu was stunned by what he said. Does UU read www.uukanshu.com have a high probability of refuting it? Isn't that cursing his father?

"Huzi, our Xiagou Clinic has also been open for decades. There are tens of thousands of old neighborhoods that have been treated. When did you see us do three things and four problems? We are not sure what we will not do. "Ling Jie porridge did not speak quickly, but was very contagious.

Yang Hu's anger dropped a bit. Indeed, although the Xiagou Clinic is a small clinic, it is a small clinic in the alley. Before he went to college, he had a headache and hot brain.

"What about your dad ’s injury, whether it ’s serious or not, when the ambulance did n’t come, and I do n’t know if there will be a traffic jam when I come over, or if there will be a traffic jam in the past, we have the ability to deal with it and we decide to deal with it. Now, you ca n’t watch him bleed like this all the time. ”Ling Jieyu did n’t understand medicine, but felt empathy.

He patted Yang Hu's shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, since you are not at ease, take your father to the hospital for a check. After checking, I think it's okay, come to our side to settle the medical expenses, OK?"

"You said the positive and negative things." Yang Hu couldn't get out of temper, and thought: "I'm taking my dad to the big hospital for an examination to see if there is any remedy. If there is no problem, just let it go. There is a problem ... "

没 He didn't say anything, hugged Dad angrily, put it on a wheelchair in front of the clinic, pushed and left ...

Wu Juan's hand was going to stop as soon as it was inserted, which was blocked by Ling Jie porridge.

"Don't worry, we are doing the neighbourhood business, and we'll be back when the time comes." The 30-year-old Ling Jie Porridge has been in operation, and the mood is quite stable.

Ling Ran looked at the door and fell into meditation: It seems that they have to complete the task only after they have completed the inspection.