Great Doctor Ling Ran

Ling Ran was sitting at his desk, writing a dissertation seriously.

Up to now, after doing more than 200 cases and nearly 300 cases of knee arthroscopy, Ling Ran gradually has his own understanding of the surgical instruments of knee arthroscopy.

Of course, this is a 300-level operation based on the perfect meniscioplasty. Compared with pure newcomers on the operating table, Ling Ran does have a lot to say and can say.

On the other hand, Ling Ran really needs some new tools.

This is one of the characteristics of arthroscopic surgery. Compared with open surgery, arthroscopic surgery requires more equipment and the tendency to specialize is heavier.

Many doctors have different needs for tools according to their own methods. Most people naturally choose different existing tools, and powerful and discerning doctors can pursue personal customization.

Ling Ran wrote the dissertation halfway and began to go for a private order. For him, it is still necessary to make a new surgical instrument.

It would be even better if we could publish another paper by the way.

Alas.

The visitor knocked on the office door gently, and then unscrewed it.

Ling Ran looked up, just seeing Meng Xue flashing in, and quietly locked the office door.

"What do you want to do?" Ling Ran was surprised.

Meng Xue turned and saw Ling Ran's expression, angry and funny: "What can I do to you?"

Ling Ran was silent.

Meng Xue waited for five seconds and asked, "Aren't you really thinking?"

"Did you not ask? Do you want to know the answer now?" Ling Ran looked up, as if I was ready to answer.

"Forget it." Meng Xue breathed a sigh of relief, and said helplessly: "Most people will think like you."

Ling Ran looked at Meng Xue calmly, he never asked himself by the standard of ordinary people.

Looking at Ling Ran's expression, Meng Xue knew that she had said it for nothing, and simply said, "I made an appointment for massage, and now I am here to fulfill my contract."

"I didn't do any more massage in the hospital." Ling Ran's voice came, and then he paused. "If you want to make an appointment next time, you can go to the Xiagou Clinic. If I'm not there, someone will do the massage. . "

"The massage done by others is a long way off." Meng Xue said while hanging her coat and rubbing her neck. "I felt that my neck was broken when I was doing the show. I found it. The massage store was comfortable when I pressed it. Later I went abroad to catch a show. When I went to the hospital, I was given painkillers. It was the same in a private hospital. The attitude was incredible. As a result, I gave more painkillers ... Damn!"

Click.

Meng Xue heard a crisp sound clearly, and there was a fear in her heart.

"Are you comfortable?" Ling Ran dropped her hands and threw the white towel she had just used into the dry cleaning bucket.

Meng Xue dangled from side to side, and could not help saying: "It seems to be better, but not as obvious as before ..."

"Wait a few minutes, I will massage you again." Ling Ran said before turning back to the writing desk, and continued to read the papers and check the information.

For a moment, Meng Xue could not tell whether it took two minutes for her neck or Ling Ran for two minutes.

Bored of Meng Xue's boringness, he pulled out his mobile phone to tweet on Weibo, and silently praised the screen fans.

Five minutes, Ling Ran stood up.

"Wash your neck clean." Ling Ran commanded.

Brother Shanyu, who was being praised by millions of fans, looked up resentfully, glanced at Ling Ran, and obediently washed his neck at the pool behind the door.

Ling Ran took another new towel and applied it again with alcohol gel.

Washing your hands with soap will be cleaner, but frequent use of soap to wash your hands is uncomfortable. In contrast, 75% alcohol has a weak bactericidal effect and has little damage to the skin. Already.

Meng Xue washed the long white neck and snow white, and then sat down on the chair, put a beautiful sitting position, raised her chin slightly, and said, "I'm ready."

Inside, Meng Xue was still a little nervous.

After all, in a closed office, facing an adult male, the office door was tedious by herself ... As Meng Xue's inner dance drama was about to open, Ling Ran grabbed the root of her neck.

"Meow ~"

Meng Xue was like a cat caught by the neck. Her eyelids drooped and she was about to fall asleep.

Ling Ran took advantage of a rolling method, and relaxed her shoulder muscles.

Not only the muscles, but even Meng Xue's tense thoughts were released.

Tense studio life ...

Complex stage rehearsal ...

Furiously met at the airport ...

One by one in Meng Xue's mind.

She recalled the magnificence of the Alps, the stiff movements of the young dancers, the excellent sound effects of the venue, the smiles of the enthusiastic fans and the tension of the fans who fell behind.

"I should take more time to take a photo with everyone!" Meng Xuemen raised his head, shouted, and looked at Ling Ran, involuntarily supported his neck, only surprised: "It doesn't hurt."

"Can you stick to it for about a week, it will slowly hurt again, and then it will become more and more painful before." Ling Ran gave a full "postoperative" explanation.

The application of massage in the field of surgery is becoming more and more extensive, and most of the work in rehabilitation can be regarded as massage.

However, the surgical patients in the rehabilitation department do massage, and as the disease gradually recovers, there is no need for massage, and Meng Xue's situation has no radical surgery to do, so he can only expect gradual recovery or physical compensation.

Meng Xue was already satisfied with her painless week.

She touched her neck and grinned twice, and said, "Are you really not going to resign as a tuina? With your technique, you can go to a city every once in a while to open a tuina conference."

"No." Ling Ran said without hesitation, and threw the white towel into the dry cleaner.

Meng Xue moved the neck again, and gently exhaled, turning left intentionally, turning right to look at Ling Ran's office, only feeling relaxed.

The expanded emergency center covers the former emergency department, and new offices have been added. The most obvious benefit is that the leaders of several treatment groups have separate offices, and the office area of ​​doctors has also expanded.

In Ling Ran's office ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ in addition to the desk and sofa group, she also has many plants of Chlorophytum and Chlorophytum, which look quite dark.

Meng Xue took off the extravagant clothes and pendants, and returned to her clean and refreshing outfit. Then she took a photo with Chlorophytum and wondered whether to post a Weibo.

Alas.

The office door was knocked, which first frightened Meng Xue.

She looked around and muttered: "There is no place to hide in such a large office."

"What do the Tibetans do?" Ling Ran gave her a puzzled look, and then opened the door.

Meng Xue froze for a few seconds, and when she wanted to wear a scarf and glasses, it was too late.

"Well? Brother Shanyu?" Wang Jia, who saw Meng Xue, was surprised first, and then on alert.

"Hello." Meng Xue smiled in accordance with the expectations of fans.

Wang Jia froze for a few seconds, tried his best to think, and then tentatively asked, "Are you coming to the ceremony of the emergency center?"

"Well……."

Wang Jia didn't wait for Meng Xue to speak, she covered her mouth in excitement, and could not help but whispered: "Brother Shanyu is coming to attend the ceremony of our emergency center ..."

"I mean ..." Meng Xue also wanted to adjust the language content, and then looked up, Wang Jia could no longer see it.

There were only screams from a distance, one after another.

Mixed with high-decibels like "Shanyu Brother!"

Meng Xue hesitated for a few seconds, and smiled relievedly, "Runs fast."

"Well, if you manage an infusion of more than a dozen beds a day, you can run 20,000 steps." Ling Ran agreed with Meng Xue's point of view.

Meng Xue smiled and looked at Ling Ran, and then dressed up her full set of equipment, silently waiting for the hospital to come. ...