Great Doctor Ling Ran

Professor Huang attaches as much importance to closing the abdomen as the operation itself.

When Ling Ran went to change his gloves, he stood beside the operating table with a willingness to help.

Even if Lu Wenbin and others have some special pursuits, no one is arrogant enough to let the professor of medicine be an assistant to himself.

Therefore, until Ling Ran returned, the progress of closing the abdomen was stalled.

However, both inside and outside the operating room, whether it's a doctor or a patient's family, the mood is stable.

Family members even have more time to understand the current state of surgery.

"Officially closing the abdomen ... hey, it's oily again." As soon as Ling Ran's new gloves entered the battle, he wiped his hands with oil, making him sigh.

Professor Huang coughed and asked, "Would you like to check the inside of the abdominal cavity again?"

"Any questions?" Ling Ran looked up at Professor Huang.

"There are no doubts, but the operation time is still short and there is plenty of time." Professor Huang was indeed worried. Although Ling Ran had done this before, but it was really too careful to perform surgery on Mei Lao.

Ling Ran didn't object, and asked, "Then check, you do it."

Some of the instruments used in the intraoperative examination are very professional. They often need the help of doctors in the imaging department. Ling Ran does not operate and is not necessary.

If this kind of examination requires the attending doctor, the assistants can go to sell meat.

Taking advantage of the inspection gap, Professor Huang came to Ling Ran and whispered, "You need to be more beautiful when you close the belly."

"Okay." Ling Ran did not object to such a request.

On the other hand, closing the belly for big fat people is also more interesting in itself.

For patients of ordinary size, the process of closing the abdomen is standardized. However, it is not so simple for a fat man to close his abdomen.

Fat is sutured impatiently.

If you want to stitch ordinary people, make dense stitches, and the liquefaction of fat stands out in minutes to express the sense of existence.

But if it is not meticulously sutured, once the dead space is formed, it is a complicated infection, and the medicine or something feels like a whole round.

Ling Ran didn't often have the opportunity to meet fat patients like Mei Lao. The master-class intermittent suture was transported and it was enough.

It feels like a particularly difficult suture task.

Professor Huang watched for a while, and secretly relieved.

After the successful operation, what he was most worried about was the prognosis, especially the prognosis in the eyes of the Mei family.

The healing of the liver in the abdominal cavity belongs to the doctors. What changes and developments are not visible to the patients and their families. Most of the time, they can accept doctor-type rational explanations.

However, the healing of the incision on the stomach is a small but elite prognosis.

It is said to be small because most of the time, the healing of the incision is not important. It does not matter whether it is two days early or two days late.

But when everyone can see it and stare at it, it becomes a collection of problems.

If the wound is infected or the fat is liquefied, Professor Huang is very doubtful whether the Mei family will be very reasonable.

Of course, if the overall condition of the operation is good, there are some small flaws that are easy to understand, however, discounts on credit are inevitable.

Hepatectomy is so good. If it is discounted due to the problem of fat liquefaction, it will be a little uncomfortable. Professor Huang reminded Ling Ran in particular.

As a doctor, he does not think that small doctors such as Lu Wenbin have the ability to avoid lightning.

If you don't hit the bullet directly, you are lucky.

"Don't worry, take your time, the surgery is over, and the ending is pretty." Professor Huang spoke, right-footed his hook, and got a round stool from somewhere.

Su Jiafu, who was busy adjusting the dose of the anesthetic, looked back, his eyes were about to burst.

"Professor Huang? You don't want to continue the operation?" Su Jiafu's eyes were staring at Professor Huang's Majesty, and he wished to immediately jump up and take him off ...

"Can you see it while sitting, what can happen to Ling Ran's belly?" Professor Huang said nice words in his mouth, but he was actually still nervous.

It is Professor Huang's greatest wish to complete the operation from beginning to end.

Su Jiafu's cheeks twitched twice to comfort herself: there is not much surgery today, it doesn't matter if the chair is not sitting. Besides, the chair is not bad, it is still the chair in the courtyard of Wuxin City ...

"Is Dr. Su sick?" Professor Huang glanced at Su Jiafu, got up, shook his white coat, and sat down again.

"The patient is stable. What can I do to feel uncomfortable." Su Jiafu laughed twice.

"The state is stable." Professor Huang's attention turned from the anesthesiologist to Mei Lao.

"Okay, I'll wash my hands." Ling Ran finished the abdomen closing work, took off his gloves, and left the operating room.

When outside, Ling Ran washed her hands again, then went to the shower room to wash the whole body up and down, no longer feeling oily, so she took new underwear, replaced her hand-washing clothes, took a white coat, refreshing Out of the operating area.

At this time, more than one hundred people in the Mei family had long since become a mess.

Call for good news.

Recruit friends and meet new people.

Thank you colleagues and friends for welcoming new colleagues and new friends.

Caring about the condition and understanding the operation questioned the doctor.

Ask for follow-up to find recipes to introduce tonics.

During Mei Tiangui's stay in town, she had a somewhat impassive meaning.

"The boss is still quite stylist. For such a big thing, he just gave him a steady hand."

"When the boots land, there is nothing to worry about."

"When the father wakes up, he will definitely rely on the boss more in the future. This is a smooth and excessive preview."

"The boss is stable enough. He grew up from a young age, and I saw it when I was studying."

Mei's children wantonly talked about Mei Tiangui and others.

For them, this is a rare moment to speak freely.

"Doctor Ling." Mei Tiangui suddenly stood up, and one of the cited people stopped talking.

Ling Ran turned a blind eye to countless eyes.

The attention of the 100th person was nothing unusual for Ling Ran.

He nodded to Mei Tiangui and followed the previous practice, saying, "Successful surgery, you don't have to worry too much."

"Haven't you encountered any problems?" Mei Tiangui was a little nervous. Although he didn't care about the content of the informed consent form, he couldn't help worrying about possible hidden dangers.

"The main problems for patients are older, obese, and poor liver health. However, we have successfully overcome the problems." Ling Ran's scrutiny was exactly the template he used to see the patients' families ~ www. wuxiaspot.com ~ Zuo Cidian clenched his fists in the back, and saw that Ling Ran had successfully communicated with his family, and his face could not help but bring out pride.

"Next, what should I do?" Mei Tiangui couldn't help but confide in fear.

"If no new problems are encountered, the patient can be discharged soon." Ling Ran said.

"That was not what I meant……"

"Are you asking me?" Ling Ran looked up. "I'm going to the next operation ..."

"No, I want to ask our family what they can do ..." Mei Tiangui's voice was getting quieter and he looked at Ling Ran as if he couldn't hear it, turned straight and returned to the operating area. .

Mei Tiangui turned his head unexpectedly, looking at Professor Huang and Dr. King.

"Surgeon," Professor Huang said guilty.

"Surgeon!" Dr. King sighed from his heart.