Great Doctor Ling Ran

Chapter 862: Choosing a Bed

Chapter 862: Choosing a Bed

“Fluid replacement, 71 ounces.” Su Jiafu watched the last bit of liquid enter the patient and gave the vocal confirmation.

“Okay,” Ling Ran acknowledged. After making the final examination, he said, “Let’s close it up.”

Lu Wenbin and Xiang Xueming, who were standing across him, immediately went to work. One helped Ling Ran thread the needle, the other removed the bandage around the wound from the clip…

Cai Qiong craned his neck and watched them. He was eager to learn Ling Ran’s technique immediately.

Just like how willing Zhang Anmin was to be a mole in order to learn hepatectomy, Cai Qiong was just as eager to learn hepatectomy techniques.

Unfortunately, even if Cai Qiong wanted to be a mole, there was no place for him to sell himself. The provincial General Surgery Department did not give Cai Qiong the opportunity to learn about hepatectomy.

Cai Qiong looked at the abdominal closure, and he remembered experiencing this scene when he was at the operating table. If it were not for his talkative mouth that offended everyone, he may have already begun to perform hepatectomy now, he might even be able to perform surgeries that could earn him more money instead of needing to perform his all-too-familiar colorectal surgery, digging feces out all day long till the sky was dark.

“Bring me the 6-0 surgical suture,” Ling Ran spoke again, but it was to correct the scrub nurse beside him, Wang Jia.

Wang Jia immediately took a 6-0 surgical suture to Ling Ran with a pair of forceps, and she asked, “Are you thinking of minimizing the formation of scar tissue?”

“Yes,” Ling Ran answered, took the needle holder, cast it a slight glance, and then pierced the curved needle into the patient’s skin.

Wang Jia stood on her toes, took a glance, pouted, and said, “But this person’s leg hair is long and messy, it doesn’t matter if there is a scar.”

Ling Ran smiled and did not answer. Since he wanted to perform a perfect operation, he could not just leave a scar just because the person was hairy.

Young nurse Wang Jia stared at Ling Ran and said excitedly, “Doctor Ling, you smiled just now, right?”

Cai Qiong could not help it anymore. “How would you know if he is when he’s wearing a mask?”

Wang Jia glanced at him with a look of disdain. “When Doctor Ling smiles, his temple will move a little.”

“Temple…” Cai Qiong dragged himself out of self-pity and continued to mutter, “Take a look. Does my temple curve when I smile?”

“Your hair is too thin, you have a lot of wrinkles on your temples, and your neck’s fat. I can’t see clearly.” Wang Jia also pretended to answer it earnestly. Since he was a provincial doctor, it was okay to rebuke him until he vomited blood.

Cai Qiong froze and subconsciously touched his face with his hands.

Ling Ran lowered his head and did not participate in their idle chatter. Instead, he stared at the patient’s abdomen and finished the final sutures. In order to reduce scarring, Ling Ran even used the technique of intradermal suture and heavy reinforcing suture.

One stitch after another.

Suturing was a doctor’s basic skill, and there were not many shortcuts to take to master it, especially sutures involving the skin. Even if the doctor was confident, he still had to suture the skin stitch by stitch.

Seeing this, Cai Qiong found it a little funny. He could see that Ling Ran’s basics were very strong, but he was already able to tell through the hepatectomy just now, he did not rely on the closing of the incision for him to be able to do so.

However, Ling Ran completed the entire process before withdrawing from the operating table.

“This is all thanks to the number of surgeries you did, otherwise, there would be no room for such a young doctor to do something like this.” Cai Qiong stepped out of the operating theater and winked at Zuo Cidian.

Patients may be more concerned about the abdominal closure, but in the whole operation, it can be said that it was the part that doctors did not care about most. When it came to places like the provincial hospital, it was more like a platform for young doctors to practice.

Zuo Cidian laughed without saying a word. A no good doctor from the provincial hospital had no right to interfere with how Yun Hua Hospital trained young doctors and how the Ling Treatment Group allocated work.

The operating theater became quieter. Only the faint sound of Ling Ran’s suturing was heard when the needle penetrated into the muscle.

Xiang Xueming looked at Ling Ran nervously all the way. Then, when he announced the completion of the surgery, he let out a sigh of relief.

When higher ups fought, the ones working under them were the ones who would be in trouble. This place was Bazhaixiang’s hospital branch in Cangping District. For every doctor here, Yun Hua Hospital and the provincial hospital were giants, they would die with a single prod.

“It’s good that you’re done with it and the person is saved.” Xiang Xueming waited for the operation to finish, and then with vigorous strides, stepped up to help Ling Ran take off his surgical gown and the other items.

“We don’t need your help anymore.” The circulating nurse who was originally helping Wang Jia count the gauze immediately stood up at this time.

Xiang Xueming laughed stupidly and thought. ‘I don’t want to help, anyway. How can this kind of help be helpful?’

“Is there a special care unit?” Ling Ran did not even ask for an ICU, knowing that the Bazhaixiang hospital branch would not be able to provide one.

Xiang Xueming scratched his head, looked around, and whispered, “We haven’t prepared a special care unit. Um… Does this patient have to go into a special care unit?”

“After hepatectomy, the correct procedure is for the patient to enter the ICU.” Ling Ran looked at Xiang Xueming, who had a troubled look. He sighed and said, “If there is no special care unit, please just arrange one out now.”

“OK … Sure!” Xiang Xueming agreed.

Ling Ran also followed him and went out.

The special care unit was a weakened version of the ICU, and a newly organized special care unit was an extra weakened version. Such wards must be carefully cleaned before they can be used.

Xiang Xueming led the way and went directly to the second floor of the hospital.

A row of green painted doors were opened all along the corridor, and this sight can be seen from the stairs on the first floor. There were about ten rooms.

“Which room is easier to clean?” Ling Ran looked at the long ward and consulted Xiang Xueming again.

Xiang Xueming scratched his head and laughed foolishly, “The room is almost done…”

Ling Ran nodded and walked toward a room close to him.

“This won’t do.” Xiang Xueming hurriedly stopped him.

Ling Ran frowned and looked at Xiang Xueming.

“This… this room… the patients in this room are recovering slowly.” Xiang Xueming knew that Ling Ran was an insistent person, and he could only obediently explain the situation.

“All patients who entered this room recovered slowly?” Ling Ran asked.

Xiang Xueming quickly shook his head, “No, but most of the patients who are sent here recover slowly. Some of them just don’t heal from their incisions, and we can’t figure out why.”

Ling Ran turned his head and looked at the seemingly normal room, but he was not troubled.

There may be many explanations for the patients’ slow recovery in this ward, but he was not here to solve this.

Moreover, such superstitions were not exclusive to Bazhaixiang, but existed in almost all the Surgery Departments in every hospital.

“Then let’s change to another room.” Ling Ran made a new decision without hesitation.

Xiang Xueming was afraid of making another mistake and quickly designated a room.

After that, it was time to empty the ward and resterilize it.

Xiang Xueming’s organizational ability in this regard was acceptable, and he quickly completed the task.

At about the same time, the patient woke up and was sent directly to the single special care unit…

“You can go back. By the way, remember to report the situation.” Zuo Cidian watched the patient settle down, and when he faced Cai Qiong again, the wrinkles on his face seem to have been oiled, because they glistened under the sun.