The Godfather of Surgery

I haven't slept for a few hours after all the tossing last night, but I have to keep working.

Zhang Lin had already prepared breakfast. He was on duty at 8 o'clock, and he woke up Yang Ping at 7:30 to wash and eat breakfast.

After the two changed their shifts, they followed Director Han and Song Zimo to the ward round, and then to the operating room. While waiting for the elevator, Zhang Lin said, "Dr. Yang, are you free at night, let's have a meal together? I'll invite you to the hospital. "

"I still invite you. I have been following you these days. I am unfamiliar with many things. You taught me. I have to thank you. I invite you, and that's it." Yang Ping was full of sincerity.

"That won't work, I have to invite this meal." Zhang Lin was very persistent.

"Okay!" Yang Ping agreed, no longer struggling with who to treat.

No matter who invites, it is just to have a meal and get in touch with each other.

After making an appointment with Yang Ping, Zhang Lin felt relieved.

I thought to myself, this person is worth making friends, following him, there is a lot to learn.

The two went to the operating room. Many operations had already started. The operating room was very lively. Everyone worked and chatted.

The two looked at each other through the small glass window on the door of the operating room, and when they saw Song Zimo in Tianyuan, they pressed the door and entered.

Fang Yan is wearing sterile gloves and holding one leg, his ankle has been sterilized, and Song Zimo is sterilizing the ankle up to the base of the thigh. Tian Yuan stood in front of the viewing light to watch the X-ray, with his arms crossed on his chest. Director Han sat on the stool in the corner. The instrument nurse had put on the surgical gown and was fiddling with the instruments on the instrument table next to him. Itinerant nurses walked around to see what to add. The technicians from the equipment dealer and the platform walked up to Fang Yan with interest: "Mr. Fang, do you want me to carry it!"

"It's fine, he's fine, you go and check the equipment." Song Zimo said.

When the technician heard this, he dared to leave.

Seeing Zhang Lin coming in, Song Zimo said happily, "Come here! Raise your legs! It took me so long to come up so late, why didn't the intern see a single ghost today?"

"Go to the medical and educational department for a meeting, and leave after the class is over." Zhang Lin said.

"No wonder, help Fang Yan lift his leg and let him wash his hands and dress." Song Zimo urged Zhang Lin.

Zhang Lin quickly disinfected his hands, put on sterile gloves, and helped Fang Yan lift his legs, freeing Fang Yan to wash his hands.

The lower foot and the ankle should be wrapped, so Zhang Lin doesn't need to wash his hands. He only needs to wipe his hands with disinfectant gel, put on sterile gloves, and then use a small sterile single wrap to lift his legs.

"Learning orthopaedics starts with raising your legs and arms. Did you know that in our master's generation, in the era of planned economy, the food stamp system was also implemented. Orthopedic doctors' daily food ration is three taels more than other doctors."

Director Han was talking in the corner.

"Why?" Tian Yuan responded there.

"Because the orthopaedic doctor has to lift his legs, it is a work of strength, and naturally he eats more than others." Director Han's words just ended, causing a burst of laughter.

In fact, in the operating room, doctors and nurses will often joke and joke together, sometimes with a little color, talk about dirty jokes, liven up the atmosphere and relieve tension.

Once, a patient complained to the surgeon: chatting during surgery.

This is a lack of understanding of the operating room culture. If everyone is serious, serious, and not chatting, it is estimated that there are only two situations: either the chief surgeon is a novice and is nervous; or the condition is very critical and is being rescued.

"No wonder, my teacher said that in the past, they recruited orthopedic surgeons. During the interview, they prepared a pair of dumbbells and tried to lift them a few times. If it doesn't work, they will be eliminated directly without entering the next round." Tian Yuan followed Director Han's words and started chatting. .

"Dumbbell, don't you mean a bottle of Erguotou? Try the amount of alcohol first, and those who are unqualified will be eliminated immediately. Only those who pass will be eligible for further interviews." Song Zimo also joined the conversation.

"Tianyuan, let me tell you, you catch up with the good times, and with the amount of alcohol you had when you first arrived, if you were born ten years earlier, you would not be able to enter the department of orthopedics." Director Han said.

Everyone followed the topic, chatting one after another, but they didn't stop. Soon, the disinfection order was completed, the suction device and electric knife were connected, and Tian Yuan also went to wash his hands and dress.

Director Han didn't schedule an operation today, so he just took a look in the operating room and sometimes gave him guidance. The operations he performed were usually complicated major operations.

Yang Ping went to several other operating rooms, Director Bai was doing an intertrochanteric fracture; Director Ouyang was doing a pelvic fracture.

Spine ward, doing cervical spine surgery. In the joint ward, I am having a knee replacement.

Looking at this circle, at least I have a little impression of several groups in Corey. There are five groups in the trauma orthopaedic ward:

Director Han, Director Tian, ​​Director Ouyang, Director Bai, Director Ding.

The Department of Traumatology has 80 beds, 15 beds in each group, and 5 public beds for critically ill patients.

Both the spine and joint wards have 45 beds, and the sports medicine ward has only 20 beds.

Extra beds are usually required in each ward.

After wandering around for a long time, I had a meal in the operating room, and I lay down on a bench in the lounge for a while. The lounge in the operating room has many benches, which are wide and long. You can sit or lie down.

Xiao Wu called: "I passed the interview, and I just rented a house. It's downstairs, on the 16th floor. Are you free at night? Let's have dinner together? Xiaoqing also came. She will be working in the emergency department."

"In the evening, I have an appointment with Corey's colleague for dinner." Yang Ping thought of eating with Zhang Lin.

"Forget it, next time, bye!"

This Xiaoqing is Xiaowu's girlfriend and a nurse at the People's Hospital. This kid has two brushes. When he just graduated, he cheated them. This time Xiaowu came out of the People's Hospital to Sanbo Hospital. This girl They had to follow him in life and death, but the family did not agree, and they threatened to cut their veins.

While lying down, Director Han came in and saw Yang Ping and said, "Xiao Yang, you are not used to it when you first came here. You need to participate more in surgery, especially in the emergency department. Young people need to do more."

Yang Ping hurriedly sat up: "Well! I told Dr. Song that if there is an emergency operation, call me at any time. I also said hello to Director Tian. They don't have anyone to help with the operation, so you can call me at any time."

"very good!"

Director Han came in and poured a glass of water, and then left.

Spend the afternoon in the operating room again. After seven o'clock, the surgery was over. Yang Ping and Zhang Lin went to eat near the hospital together.

The neighborhood is quite lively, mainly because the hospital itself has a lot of people, and the surrounding factories and office buildings are slowly developed, so naturally supporting services have developed along with it.

The two found a Sichuan restaurant and ordered several dishes: braised fish, sizzling beef, Sichuan sausage and other large dishes, plus a vegetable and a green vegetable soup.

The two had a good chat and drank some beer. Zhang Lin apologized for some of the actions on the first day. Yang Ping waved his hand.

In this way, Zhang Lin felt relieved, otherwise there would always be a lump in his heart. With a glass of wine, the two would become brothers in the future.

Zhang Lin is from the Northeast. After graduating with a master's degree, his father exhausted his relationships and his life's skills to find a southern comrade-in-arms and squeeze him into Sanbo Hospital. His girlfriend is a pediatrician at our hospital. The two saved some money and prepared to use the wallets of the old people on both sides to get married in a suite.

"Brother, at your level, I think Director Han will help you get an attending spot soon." Zhang Lin looked envious.

Yang Ping took a bite of the dish: "If this is the case, then it is considered to be turning over."

"Don't forget me, brother, if you have time, teach me more, and brother will serve you." Zhang Lin flipped his hand, grunted, and the glass of wine was empty in seconds.

Continuing to pour the wine, Zhang Lin suddenly said, "You are not familiar with many things about Corey. Let me tell you, Song Zimo and Tang Fei are a couple."

Saying that, he also made a hooking gesture with his two thumbs.

Mind my shit! Yang Ping thought, tell me this.

But Zhang Lin is a Mr. Gossip, a famous Mr. Gossip in Corey. He is the first to know what gossip is in the hospital, who is in love with whom, who breaks up with whom, who has a lover outside, all the mess, he knows all about it.

"Let me tell you, both Song Zimo and Tang Fei are from Fudan University. Song Zimo is two seniors. I heard that—" Zhang Lin glanced at the restaurant, but there was no acquaintance.

Said: "Song Zimo has been chasing Tang Fei, and he hasn't succeeded yet. He has been chasing him for many years."

Yang Ping doesn't like gossip, but he doesn't dislike Zhang Lin saying these things either. Just listen, Zhang Lin thought he was interested and excited.

He continued: "You said that Song Zimo couldn't catch up with Tang Fei. Look, Song Zimo is the No. 1 male god in our hospital. He needs to have looks and height. He has a doctorate from a famous school. He is both excellent and hardworking. The key is to have money, what do you think people are working on?"

Yang Ping glanced at him.

"BMW Seven Series!"

"But Tang Fei seems to be quite wealthy at home. They say she has a Maserati sports car, hey, all of them have golden keys. I am waiting for the common people, and I can only travel by electric donkey. Every day I use up my youth for firewood, rice, oil and salt."

Still young, in his twenties, still young.

"Don't be so sad, people have their own lives, and living your own life well is the greatest happiness. In this world, most of the people are ordinary people, and ordinary people have the happiness of ordinary people." Yang Ping comforted.

Zhang Lin picked up the cup: "That's a good saying, have you seen the house past the overpass? I've looked at it several times, and I'm going to make a small nest first."

"You can do it! Just a few years after graduation, you started to buy a house?" Yang Ping praised him.

Zhang Lin narrowed his eyes: "Don't say it, it's all tears."

"Why do you still have so much wine?"

"Didn't you say you're done, I'm free?"

"Did I say it? Okay, don't say anything else from the Northeast, you can't be cowardly when you drink!"