Great Doctor Ling Ran

Chen Tong looked at the pine trees downstairs and touched his waist unconsciously.

The back doesn't hurt, and the back doesn't hurt. The cervical spine ... well, the cervical spine still hurts ... it seems to hurt even more.

Could it be that the sleeping pillow was wrong during the operation?

Chen Tong looked at the pine tree below and fell into thought.

"Lao Chen, woke up?" Wang Cheng, who was next to him, leaned on his waist and greeted him.

"Wake up." Chen Tong was too lazy to turn his neck, still staring at the pine trees downstairs.

The needles of Pinus tabulaeformis were slightly dense. When viewed from top to bottom, it was covered with dense gray soil and felt slightly dirty.

Chen Tong could not help laughing in his heart: pine trees in the city, where is the purity in the mountains ...

"You recovered better than me." Wang Cheng looked at Chen Tong with envy and asked, "Doesn't it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Chen Tong said.

Wang Cheng said aloud, "I'm still hurting here, and it's so painful. I don't know what surgery to do for me."

"Dad, Dr. Ling said that your surgery was successful, didn't Dr. Jin say it too?" The daughter who was afraid of Wang Cheng was in a bad mood, and hurriedly spoke.

Wang Cheng hummed twice: "The successful operation is the first step. Dr. Ling just said that the operation was successful, but he didn't say what happened later."

"Don't Dr. King say the recovery is good?"

"Dr. King said nothing," Wang Cheng said with a pout, "You must listen to the surgeon's knowledge of this."

At this time, Chen Tong glanced at Wang Cheng and said, "I have surgery a day earlier than you."

"I feel that you were fine the previous two days." Wang Cheng still compared the two's postoperative status, and there were all kinds of dissatisfaction in his heart.

Chen Tong smiled: "Fast is not fast, and finally it depends on who is good and thorough."

Wang Cheng shook his head: "I used to say this word to you, but I later learned that the person who is quick first will not be able to catch up with you for a lifetime."

Chen Tong laughed dumbfoundedly, coughed gently twice, and then subconsciously helped his waist.

The expected pain did not come.

Chen Tong looked up in surprise, and said, "Don't say, it's much more comfortable than my appendicitis surgery."

"You are looking for an appendicitis operation from a monkey." Wang Cheng teased himself, and then took a breath of pain: "Mother, we are both doctors performing the operation, how can I do that? pain."

Chen Tong was looking at Wang Cheng, and then continued to look at his beloved pine tree: "You are older than me."

Wang Cheng stunned the god, and coughed and felt the pain.

Noon.

The ward on the second floor became quiet.

Both the patient's family and the nurses who came and went became light-footed.

With the help of the nurse, Chen Tong also covered the quilt and went into light sleep.

Tomorrow at 4 o'clock in the morning, the earliest at 3 o'clock, the doctors will start the rounds. The patients care about this and look forward to it.

Some of the patients who made a special trip to the Second Hospital of Wuxin City for surgery were invited by Dr. Jin, some of them asked Dr. Jin for a relationship, and some of them were introduced by Dr. Jin according to their condition.

But no matter which one, everyone has the same identity as the patient when they arrive at the Second Hospital of Wuxin City.

The patients all hope that the illness will get better. With such a major premise, it does n’t matter if you get up at 3 am or make a round at 4 am.

In fact, for many people, for a long time, they can't sleep until the early hours of the morning. The most serious thing is that it is difficult to suppress even taking painkillers.

Among the diseases that ordinary people often encounter, stones are also countable.

After the operation, whether you get up in the early morning is not in the scope of everyone's consideration. The concern is the condition itself.

Even if there are several patients invited by Dr. Jin, they are just arranged for rounds in the back, and no matter how high the requirements are, they will not choose to come to the Second Hospital of Wuxin City with others.

On the other hand, intrahepatic bile duct stones have reached the level of liver resection, and they are all old patients. For their own condition, understanding of the disease, and the extent to which doctors can do it, they have all expected.

What Ling Ran did was obviously beyond everyone's expectations.

At least, more than most people expected.

This makes Ling Ran's popularity on the second floor of the Second Courtyard of Wuxin City unusually high.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Patients with light sleep have started to get up and wash, and communicate with each other:

"Have you seen Dr. Ling?"

"Where did you just come from?"

"Looking at you is good?"

"You look good too ..."

Whether it was the patient or the patient's family, they met with smiles on their faces.

Chen Tong also slowly came to the ground.

He was wearing a pair of slippers and was not a nurse. He was holding a cane, leaning on the wall, and slowly moved to the bathroom. After finishing his personal hygiene, he opened the door and came to the corridor.

The second-floor corridor more than three o'clock in the morning was like a fire drill.

"Ms. Chen got up?" A patient in a wheelchair, looking at Chen Tong, was like seeing himself with a great injury, and greeted enthusiastically: "You can go down to the ground, this can be recovered. Yeah. "

"It's okay, just a little bit uncomfortable." Chen Tong moaned, holding a cane, holding the handrail near the wall, breathing a few breaths, and said, "The wound is quite itchy, so heal soon."

"I don't know when I can walk on my own." The patient in the wheelchair smiled and looked at Chen Tong. "I still have a little pain in the waist, and I can't see the film clearly. Hey, I'm afraid of complications or stones." Didn't get it clean. "

"No matter how severe the complications are, they will not be worse than liver resections." Chen Tong sighed, reached out and teased the green dill and spider plants in the corner, and knotted them like he was in the scientific research team. Just like a knot when climbing, he can play beautifully with one hand.

"This is a good operation performed by Dr. Ling. The liver resection performed by our friend did not hurt me after the end, and I did not slow down for several years." The patient in a wheelchair shook his head and said, "Guess why I have been reluctant Surgery? "

"why?"

"I want to save two years of retirement pay, a decent point for the funeral." The more he said, the happier he was, clapping at the wheelchair and laughing.

When Chen Tong rolled his eyelids and wanted to tease another Chlorophytum, a nurse behind came over:

"Why did you get out of bed again?" The nurse complained, pushing a wheelchair over and helping Chen Tong up.

"I'm basically fine." Chen Tong smiled helplessly.

"You tell Dr. Ling." The little nurse pointed it out, and saw a vote of doctors, who were already lined up in an arrow, and came over imposingly.

"Dr. Ling."

"Doctor Ling!"

The patients and their families scrambled to say hello, and the ward area at four in the morning was full of polite air.

Ling Ran showed a smile that met the expectations of the society, and then turned into the ward in accordance with the established obedience.

"How do you feel?" Ling Ran took a note by himself, routinely asked and took notes.

Behind Ling Ran, Yu Yuan, Zuo Cidian, Lu Wenbin and Ma Yilin also each held a book. No way, the boss started to get the record book, what is the way to be a younger brother?

Ling Ran did not take notes when making rounds. And this time ... he wanted to take notes, and no one cares.

However, Ling Ran did not show the notebook to others, always making Lu Wenbin and others doubt whether there were any secrets recorded in it.

Or medical cheats?

Lu Wenbin copied a set of numbers from the monitor and saw Ling Ran taking notes and thinking.

"Doctor Ling?" Lu Wenbin interrupted Ling Ran softly, lest the crowd wait for another 10 minutes.

"Well, let's continue." Ling Ran memorized a few more words and said two more words to the patient before nodding and moving on.

In his field of vision, Ling Ran was able to see 8/10 prompts.

From the perspective of completing the task, this reminder shows that Ling Ran has only completed 80% of the tasks of "ultra-high-level surgery", and has to perform two extra-high-level operations to complete the task and get the intermediate treasure chest.

However, Ling Ran saw a systematic evaluation of the level of surgery through the task prompt.

From receiving the task to the present, Ling Ran has completed a total of 25 cases, of which 8 cases were of ultra-high standard and 17 cases did not reach the "ultra-high standard" evaluation.

Ling Ran wanted to know, why?

Furthermore, Ling Ran also hopes to improve the surgical method, in order to achieve ultra-high-level evaluation.

Ling Ran specially prepared a notebook for this purpose.

Normal doctors have undergone surgery, and it is impossible to obtain the surgical evaluation intuitively.

What is good or bad is more of an intuitive guess for ordinary doctors.

Ling Ran now knows the level of surgery in advance, especially the ultra-high-level demarcation line ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ is his current concern.

What Ling Ran wants to know is: what am I doing right?

And, corresponding: What am I doing wrong?

It is not necessary to solve these two answers, that is, to be able to determine some elements, and maybe to publish several papers.

In this regard, the notebook in his hand can really be said to be a cheat.

"Hello, how do you feel?" Ling Ran came to the ward of Wang Cheng and Chen Tong.

"Very good, just a little headache." Wang Cheng asked his family members to shake up the bed, speaking weakly.

"The headache can be observed again." Ling Ran took a record and asked, "What else? What about the wound?"

"It hurts a little."

"What about the waist?"

"It hurts a little."

"Be a B-ultrasound," Ling Ran said.

"Okay." Wang Cheng had nothing to oppose.

Ling Ran made a record, asked a few more questions, came to Chen Tong, and asked, "Hello, how do you feel?"

"Nothing." Chen Tong thought for a moment, then touched his head again: "Slightly tired."

"What about the wound? Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it's just a little itchy."

"What about the waist?"

"Nothing."

"Being a B-ultrasound, if there is no problem, just leave the hospital." Ling Ran said.

"Okay," Chen Tong said before he froze. "Can you be discharged?"

"You want to observe for two more days. But you can be discharged." Ling Ran continued to make records. The gap between super-level surgery and ordinary surgery is extremely obvious. After a few days after surgery, the prognosis will be very different.

Ling Ran and his team quickly left the ward and proceeded to the next one. Wang Cheng looked at Chen Tong resentfully, and asked unbelievably, "Do you really have any pain?"

Chen Tong thought seriously: "It doesn't hurt, it's a bit itchy. Do you hurt?"

Wang Cheng: "Hehe."