Great Doctor Ling Ran

Lu Wenbin was carrying a large and deep soup pot, striding forward.

For more than a month, in order to upgrade the emergency department, the emergency department has adjusted all staff members. Even Ling Ran has shifted the focus of his work to the thesis.

The amount of surgery in the emergency department has fallen sharply. Lu Wenbin's time in the gym is almost as fast as the kitchen. The results are also amazing. The squats in the whole pot are very easy. Like play.

At the warehouse behind the emergency department building, Lu Wenbin took a wary look at both sides and saw that no one noticed it. He passed through the middle of Daxing's civil construction site, took a shortcut, and reached the front of the warehouse.

The warehouse is to be converted into the ward of the emergency department. Now the construction of the main structure is almost completed, and the modification is in full swing.

Lu Wenbin headed directly to the canteen on the second floor of the warehouse, with his eyes fixed on the completion of the construction. He couldn't wait to get the pots and pans over.

The emergency department's lounge is rather cramped. It is not like a newly-built kitchen. It is large in size and does not start. You can easily place hundreds of pounds of pork trotters and cook them.

Lu Wenbin put down the large saucepan, opened the window smoothly, and turned on the air purifiers on both sides. Then he stood on the balcony and waited for a while. The odor in the room was almost dissipated.

The decoration of the emergency center is relatively simple, the smell is not very strong, and Lu Wenbin adapts quickly. It does n’t work even if it ’s not suitable. In recent years, the expansion of the hospital is the same routine. The building is renovated first. At the same time, the original ward and operating room are renovated. .

Lu Wenbin just cherished his pig trotters and smelt them in his hand to make sure that there was no strange smell sticking to them, and then put them in the soup pot one by one.

The trotters were cleaned. He rented a house near the vegetable market and hired someone to clean and buy the trotters. Every morning, after Lu Wenbin picked the pig's trotters, the rest of the things were done by the people under his hands. Until the cooking step, he would be re-assigned to Lu Wenbin for control.

Otherwise, Lu Wenbin would not have time to come to the hospital for surgery.

The trotters were all set up. Lu Wenbin took the prepared old soup seriously and poured it into the pot gently.

Looking at the dark soup being splashed in a pan full of white trotters, Lu Wenbin's face could not help showing a contented smile.

The time to cook pork trotters is the fastest and the most happy time for Lu Wenbin.

After all the preparations were completed, Lu Wenbin turned around and called for help to the hired laborers, packed up and went quickly to the ward of the emergency department.

"Stop, did you wash your hands?" Wang Jia stood in the aisle on the left side of the emergency department ward.

The observation room of Yunyi Emergency Department surrounds the atrium and is divided into two parts. With the emergence of the Ling Ran treatment group, the left ward was entirely responsible for Ling Ran.

When Huo Congjun and others were still wondering whether Ling Ran could do a good job of management, a separate glass door appeared at the front of the ward on the left, and small nurses were on duty.

It's Wang Jia's turn today.

Although Lu Wenbin bought a house, bought a BMW car, and learned tang suture, he is still a hospital doctor.

Resident doctor Lu Wenbin looked helplessly at Miss Nurse and said, "I just went out without touching anything in the middle."

"No," Wang Jia said firmly. "Dr. Ling said, all doctors need to wash their hands in and out, and the director is no exception."

"I ..." Lu Wenbin bowed his head, obediently squeezed some alcohol gel out of the bottle near the door, and wiped his hands ...

"Apply evenly, covering from fingers to wrists." Wang Jia's voice was cold, as if looking at a pig's hoof, examining Lu Wenbin's hand.

Lu Wenbin had no choice but to obediently apply all the alcohol gel and then enter the ward.

In the corridor of the ward, four itinerant nurses are holding alcohol gels and staring at the doctors in the corridor.

Lu Wenbin lowered his head and walked quickly.

The hospital's compulsory disinfection measures are actually being done by every hospital, and some hospitals even do it very strictly and carefully.

For this reason, there is also a specialized department that gave birth to the Department of Sense.

The full name of the hospital sensation department is the nosocomial infection management department. It deals with iatrogenic infections and guarantees that they will not infect patients due to medical activities.

It is conceivable that it is precisely because there are a large number of infections caused to patients due to medical activities that the hospital sense department is necessary.

However, the reality is that as an administrative action, the efficiency of the hospital sense department in most hospitals is regrettable, and the results are not significant.

This is due to the lack of cooperation between the medical staff and the hospitals, and the lack of strong leadership.

As a kind of meticulous and difficult to trace the responsibility of work, the hospital sensation department can be said to be a typical effort to please.

Most of the time, even if it is a sensory department of the hospital or the upper level of the hospital, it is difficult to get the cooperation of medical staff.

However, when Ling Ran became the leader of the Ling treatment team, his request was first to get the active cooperation of the nurses and sisters.

In the hospital, if the operating room is the world of the chief surgeon, the wards outside the operating room belong to the nurses.

In any ward, doctors and patients are just passengers.

Only nurses are eternal.

"Have you washed your hands?" A nurse passed Lu Wenbin, frowned involuntarily.

"Washed." Lu Wenbin immediately stretched out his hand and looked at the other poorly: "The skin is going to be washed off."

"Dr. Ling said that applying a small amount of alcohol gel will not hurt the skin too much." The nurse carefully corrected Lu Wenbin's words.

Lu Wenbin smiled bitterly: "I will never hurt my skin, and I can't stop painting."

"Are your skin hurt?" The nurse frowned and looked at Lu Wenbin.

"Not hurt yet ..."

"That is not injured." The nurse interrupted Lu Wenbin's remarks and said, "Wait for you to be injured, and then stand up and question no later. Dr. Ling will not be wrong."

Lu Wenbin shook his head: "How do you know that Dr. Ling will not be wrong."

"Dr. Ling is so handsome, how could he be wrong?" The nurse raised her chest, her voice serious and powerful.

Lu Wenbin stayed a while, but didn't know how to refute.

"I'm going to see the patient." Lu Wenbin avoided the preaching of Miss Nurse and rushed to the nearest ward.

On the wall of the ward was a bottle of alcohol gel.

Next to each bed was a bottle of alcohol gel.

Alcohol gels hung on windowsills and behind doors.

"Before touching the patient, you must disinfect your hands, and disinfect each one." Another nurse squeezed a head from the corridor and said, "Remember the lessons of puerperal fever."

The incidence of puerperal fever was a high incidence in the 19th century ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and the incidence of births in hospitals was several times higher than that outside hospitals. The reason was that the hands saved by doctors did not disinfect.

This kind of dark history is what doctors try to forget, and Lu Wenbin is no exception. He can't help muttering: "Responsible nurses and OCD doctors can't stand it."

"Do you want to refuse to wash your hands?" The little nurse picked up the whistle under her neck, a rhythm that was ready to blow up.

Lu Wenbin laughed three times, and said that he hadn't wiped the alcohol gel. He grabbed a bottle and wiped it again.

It will be half a minute after I meet the patient again.

The patient and the patient's family were quite happy and smiling.

Lu Wenbin's mood gradually calmed down.

For doctors, hand washing is just a trivial matter, but Ling Ran insists that Lu Wenbin and others will not deliberately violate it.

Within a few days, Ling Ling of the Emergency Department of Yunyi became accustomed to living with alcohol gel.