Great Doctor Ling Ran

The location of the Second Affiliated Hospital is similar to that of Yunyi. They are both big hospitals in the downtown area. There are both bustling commercial and residential houses scattered around, and there are also many small merchants and hawkers.

Ling Ran was eating tofu brain in a small alley not far from the hospital, served with two fritters and a plate of pickles.

Compared with local snacks in Beijing, national foods such as You Tiao Tou Nao are very well prepared. They are pulled out from a small shop and the taste is quite outstanding.

Of course, there are also a lot of customers in the store. At 5 o'clock in the morning, the attendance rate is still 30% to 40%, which makes people have to admire the population of Beijing.

Ling Ran used a master-level physical examination at will and inspected the left and right customers. He could see a typical case of alcoholism: flushing, thickened and oily skin, dilated capillaries, conjunctival hyperplasia, and rosacea.

boom.

The sky exploded, and everyone in the shop panicked.

Several of the guests who finished or rushed to their feet quickly stood up, thinking about going out while checking out.

Some people did n’t finish eating, hesitated looking at their food, and some took out their mobile phones to take a taxi. Naturally, there was no result ...

Ling Ran continued to eat his tofu brain without hesitation. He had an overnight emergency last night and finally pushed the task forward, but he was hungry because he could n’t replenish his energy. If he did n’t eat enough, he was worried. I can't complete the surgery today.

Hypoglycemia requires shaking hands.

"Boss, give me another bowl of soy milk and a churros." Ling Ran ate up the rest of the tofu brain in the bowl, pushed the bowl away, and waited for the soy milk while boring to eat peanuts.

"That ... I don't think you have an umbrella." A young white-collar girl, summoning courage, sat in front of Ling Ran.

Ling Ran nodded: "Yes."

"I brought an umbrella, and we can go together in a while. Where are you going?" The little girl, at most twenty-three years old, clapped her hands for today's rain.

Ling Ran smiled: "I'll go to the hospital in a while, no need to bother you, someone will bring an umbrella over."

"No trouble, no trouble." The little girl shook her head again and again.

Ling Ran glanced at her umbrella and denied it: "Your umbrella is too small for two people, and I can't get the rain."

"Can't get rain? Can't we get rain at all? Why?" Numerous Korean dramas began to appear in the girl's mind.

Ling Ran said: "I will have surgery soon."

The rain increases the probability of catching a cold, and it will also make your body cold and affect your performance ... In short, Ling Ran will not take such risks.

The little girl's eyes almost burst into tears, and she blurted out without thinking: "I wait for you, no matter what surgery you do, it doesn't matter."

For a time, the little girl's heart blossomed romantically.

"The king sent me to visit the mountains ..."

Ling Ran's cell phone rang, and after picking it up, Zuo Cidian's voice came: "Dr. Ling, it's raining outside, let me pick you up ..."

"Let's pick you up!" The voice of the little nurse came from Zuo Cidian's cell phone, and made a bold laugh.

"OK." Ling Ran answered, and hung up the phone.

The little girl across her eyes widened and asked, "Is anyone coming to pick you up?"

"Yes." Ling Ran stuffed the fried dough sticks into the soy milk, and the food was sour.

Generally speaking, if ordinary people adopt this way of eating, their image must be reduced.

But for Ling Ran, it just seemed more free and easy.

The little girl looked at Ling Ran, and there were two little men fighting in her heart:

"He is ill. It must be the most vulnerable time. Those who want him while he is ill."

"Yeah!"

boom.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier, and the collected rainwater rushed out of the river on the edge of the road.

Ling Ran stood at the door of the shop and looked at the screaming Beijing highway, but she felt good.

The tofu brain is very delicious, the fritters are good, the soy milk is also okay, the air after the rain is particularly good, and the dry air has been improved. In Beijing at four in the morning, there are fewer cars on the road and the atmosphere becomes better Feeling of home.

Two little nurses hurried over from the inpatient building. One person held a big umbrella in his hand, and the other held a big umbrella, and they jumped happily all the way.

"Dr. Ling, I heard that you don't like folding umbrellas. We took this straight handle." The little nurse took out a Huang Feihong-like umbrella that can be used as a crutch and a weapon.

"Thank you." Ling Ran took the umbrella upside down, lifted it up in satisfaction, and then opened it easily, his actions were extremely chic.

The hearts of the two little nurses were drunk.

The romantic flowering little girl is jealous to see.

"Go to the hospital." Ling Ran nodded a cloud back, raised his umbrella, and walked slowly to the hospital.

Two little nurses followed.

In the snack bar, the guys who did not bring umbrellas and no one would borrow umbrellas only felt a cold and desolate ...

A young man dared to walk to the romantic little girl and whispered: "Hello, I just heard you say yes ..."

"You eavesdrop on me? How can you eavesdrop on others?" The little girl was full of anger, and her 22 years of resentment made her cool.

boom.

The thunder in the sky sounded like a thunder.

Ling Ran looked around with interest.

When he first came to the Second Affiliated Hospital, he didn't like the surroundings. I was here in the afternoon. The surrounding area was full of traffic, family members and patients. The bustling life was a mess, but there was no cuteness at night.

Ling Ran couldn't help feeling that the energy potion was really good, escaped the most congested afternoon, and enjoyed the quiet midnight. Thinking of this, Ling Ran could not help but rub out a bottle of energy medicine ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Yangtian drank.

"Go for surgery." Ling Ran put away her umbrella and turned into the inpatient building.

A quarter of an hour later, Ling Ran saw Director Xu Jinyi lying on the operating table.

"Is the blood ready?" Ling Ran knew that Zuo Cidian and Zhang Anmin would do the preliminary inspection, but still had to verify the most important part.

"The Second Affiliated Hospital has prepared 2,000 milliliters, and can always call 000 milliliters." Zhang Anmin answered with a distorted expression.

Although during the emergency liver resection, Ling Ran had a patient who had lost 5,000 ml of blood, but the flow was all the way. Today in hospitals, it is not easy to shed 5000 ml of blood.

Of course, it can't be said that there is no. Feng Zhixian's patients with portal hypertension that day were also regarded as bleeding madmen.

"The Second Affiliated Hospital also proposed that two deputy seniors could be sent as assistants." Zuo Cidian also specifically mentioned.

"If you are willing to come and pull the hook, you can come to one." Ling Ran often goes to the flying knife, so that the calling of other people's home is the same as the calling of the dog, and I don't think how special the treating of the top three hospitals in Beijing will be.

After a while, in the eyes of the director of the General Surgery of the Second Affiliated Hospital, an attendant came in obediently.

"Zhang Anmin did one help, and Zuo Cidian did three help." Ling Ran arranged the position at will. Let the attendant of the Second Affiliated Hospital come in to avoid encountering unfamiliar equipment, or strange equipment of the Second Affiliated Hospital-this is almost inevitable.

"Okay." Ling Ran nodded to the anesthesiologist, signalling that he could be anesthetized.

"Director Xu insisted."

"Director Xu, come on."

"Director Xu is waiting for you to come back." There were messy voices inside and outside the operating room.

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