Great Doctor Ling Ran

"Is it ... is it too slow to cut?" Wang Zhuangyong looked at Lu Wenbin earnestly, his attitude a little nervous.

Lu Wenbin was bounced back nervously, and said more nervously: "Of course not, of course not. In fact, I didn't mean to let you cut all of it. I didn't expect to hold on to a patient just now ... it's okay, I'll do the rest. "

"No, Teacher Lu, I'm here, I'm here." Wang Zhuangyong was a little strange, but he was still working hard.

After several months of internship in the hospital, Wang Zhuangyong had some understanding of the internship.

Interns can't do nothing at the hospital, but they can do it easily.

If students who do not pursue it, enter a strictly managed hospital, the workload is about the same as that of college classes. Some students who are not going to practice medicine, or students who are thinking about the examinations, will refer to the salted fish index of various hospitals when choosing an internship hospital. For example, some non-specialty hospitals in the second-tier class can't accept a few patients in the weekdays. The interns do not want to work, and that is where the salted fish index is higher.

However, intern trainees who want to learn something need to work very hard in the hospital.

The doctor's time is tight and the task is heavy. The more powerful the doctor's time, the more expensive it is. Few people are willing to teach students like teachers bring students. On the contrary, the intern must walk in front of a doctor long enough and do enough things, and then the other party will take a little time and give two pointers.

Before the emergence of new institutional reforms, interns were exchanging hard work and clever witty for a little bit of knowledge exposed by their teachers.

After Wang Zhuangyong understood this truth, he joined the hard work and the flattery.

He wants to stay in Yunhua. Yunhua Hospital may not be able to get in, but if he can learn something, at least it will be easier to go to other hospitals.

According to Wang Zhuangyong's observation, the interns have no future in giving the attendees. The attendants also do not like to let the interns give themselves. They have resident doctors and regular doctors.

Not to mention deputy directors and directors, interns may not be able to speak.

Therefore, the intern can exchange with the labor of the mood and the full of clever shit, that is, the point of the resident doctor, not every resident doctor is free to be a teacher.

It is true that Bai Shi is appealing.

It is half regretful ... Wang Zhuangyong can only say that with his shallow experience, it is really rare.

Lu Wenbin still snatched the scissors in Wang Zhuangyong's hands and began to cut the nails of the chicken paws.

Wang Zhuangyong was not a man who gave up easily. When he stomped and exhaled, he went to find another pair of scissors and continued to work.

Lu Wenbin is also desperate.

He secretly decided that he would call the intern in the future. At least he had to ask his name and class, but who can guess that his superior doctor is now an intern?

Lu Wenbin grabbed Wang Zhuangyong's wrist and said, "Chicken's claws don't cut nails."

"What if you don't cut your nails?"

"Just use it directly." Lu Wenbin thought for a while, said: "This part is for ... the one who prefers the arc shape, the rest is not so concerned."

Cutting the nails of the chicken paw into a circular arc was just a flattering stroke that Lu Wenbin thought of. Dr. Ling seemed to like it, and he continued. As for other doctors, you don't have to be so serious.

"Cut it out." Wang Zhuangyong was only polite when Lu Wenbin was polite.

You're kind. His favorite is a polite resident. The polite resident saw how much the intern was doing, he felt embarrassed, and then taught him something seriously.

Wang Zhuangyong snatched up his chicken feet and trimmed it more carefully.

Lv Wenbin had no choice but to grab the chicken's claws, and clicked with a random cut to distinguish them from the chicken's claws of the original round nails.

"Well, it's done." Lu Wenbin wiped his sweat.

Wang Zhuangyong quickly handed in a towel.

Lu Wenbin's mouth twitched. Why hadn't he met such a knowledgeable guy before?

He silently lifted a bucket of chicken feet, and Wang Zhuangyong beside him obediently lifted a pig's trotters.

"Follow me." Lu Wenbin sighed and asked Wang Zhuangyong to help him move things into the dormitory building.

Looking back again, Lu Wenbin asked, "What do you want to learn most when you come to the emergency department?"

Wang Zhuangyong almost laughed out of his heart and couldn't help but be proud: I finally caught the essence of the internship.

"I haven't had an operation yet. I want to have an operation." Wang Zhuangyong answered very positively.

The first department he rotated was the laboratory department, and the second department was the neurology department, all of which were performed without surgery.

For young medical students, surgery is the most important thing to contact.

Lu Wenbin thought for a while and said, "Then start with debridement. I will take you to the treatment room in a while. If you have a minor injury, let you try it first."

"Okay." Wang Zhuangyong promised incredibly quickly, and was even more unbelievable: how easy is it to get started? I'm also going to wait outside the emergency department.

Following Lu Wenbin walking back to the emergency department, Wang Zhuangyong was still in a confused state.

Lu Wenbin went to the attending attendant and said a few words. He asked for a separate compartment, and then asked the nurse nurse to help her.

Lu Wenbin took Wang Zhuangyong to sit down and said, "Our emergency department handles patients by triage. The rescue room deals with first-class endangered patients and second-class critical patients. The treatment room is where we are now, patients. It ’s a simple patient with grades three and four. Do you know what grades three and four are? ”

"Level 3 is a general emergency? Level 4 is ..."

"The fourth level is non-emergency, and the recommendation for triage is to go to the clinic."

Wang Zhuangyong stunned: "So if we meet a level 4 patient, we should advise them to go to the clinic."

"If someone asked, I might say so." Lu Wenbin paused, looked at Wang Zhuangyong's eyes, and said, "If you ask, let's say in private, as far as the current doctor-patient relationship, at most, they say If you do n’t listen, just let them wait a bit, and it ’s really here. You should watch it. Do n’t ask yourself something. ”

Wang Zhuangyong was a little flustered by Lu Wenbin, and after saying "I understand", he felt that Lu Wenbin was too good for himself.

As the saying goes, there is nothing to be diligent or trespassing.

Wang Zhuangyong touched his trouser pocket, which was cleaner than his face. This proves that he has nothing to steal, but **** ...

Wang Zhuangyong's face turned green.

He looked up and looked around. The grid room between the two is similar to the "seat" of an ordinary small restaurant, except that the table in the middle is smaller, and there is ample space to display ...

Wang Zhuangyong's face turned green again.

"Zhuang Yong, I can call you like this ..." Lu Wenbin tried to close the relationship again ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Wang Zhuangyong's face was green and green. When he felt his heart crossed, he wanted to say that he was straight ...

At this time, a patient was sent in.

I saw a **** slice of his left forearm and didn't know where it hurt.

Wang Zhuangyong saw such an explosive picture, and suddenly he didn't want to say it.

Maybe wait until the patient finishes sewing?

Wang Zhuangyong thought so, and a smile appeared on his face.

"I'll sew first, you look at it." Lu Wenbin didn't plan to get Wang Zhuangyong to get the first patient. How can I let him see a few patients and have some ideas before trying a needle and a half.

Thinking about this, Lu Wenbin layed a towel by himself, disinfected and debrided, and then pulled the two pieces of muscle tissue separated by needles and needles together.

Wang Zhuangyong looked at it, and slowly couldn't laugh.

"That's not what we saw in school ..." Wang Zhuangyong's pupils enlarged ...

Lu Wenbin smiled: "How long has the teacher in general been in Formalin, this is fresh."

The patient frowned slightly, wondering if he should refute.

Wang Zhuangyong's monkey head shook quickly.

Lu Wenbin was too familiar with his action, saying that time and time soon, saw Lu Wenbin slap on Wang Zhuangyong's shoulders, pushing him backward three inches away, and three inches to the left.

vomit……

Wang Zhuangyong vomited recklessly.

In the morning.

Noon.

Noon yesterday ...

Lu Wenbin and the injured patient were stunned.

Wang Zhuangyong stopped halfway, raised his head again, and saw the exposed muscle tissue of the patient again.

There is a poem saying:

Nakazumi Chizumi Nao

Lei Ben enters the river without pause

Ancient as long as Bai Lianfei

A boundary breaks through the mountains

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