Chapter 162： I'm fine

"Dr. Ling, I have no problem with this finger." Mao Penghai looked at the still dark fingers and was quite worried.

Ling Ran watched it carefully and said, "It's okay to recover. You can see the suture position. There is blood now. The blood flow is basically no problem, and the broken finger will survive. However, you still need to pay attention to heat preservation. ... would you like to extend the baking time a little? "

In the latter sentence, I asked the doctor in the rehabilitation room.

The latter responded very positively: "Yes, you can put the lampshade closer and adjust it as you see the situation."

"You should also pay attention to raising the affected limb slightly higher than the heart position, and it should not be too high. Do not do any movements like raising your hands. Raising the affected limb is for venous return, which is too high and affects the arterial blood supply. ... "Ling Ran noticed that the edema on Mao Haipeng's fingers had not disappeared, and then specifically told him a few words.

Edema is a long-term side effect after replantation of the broken finger. Whether it can be swelling can also be an important indicator of success.

Although Ling Ran has mastered the perfect finger replantation technique, but the actual operation is just a matter of recent days. Mao Penghai was one of his earliest patients who had broken finger replantation. Ling Ran arranged nothing in detail. He also prescribed antibiotics and other medicines, and then did a simple physical examination before going to other rehabilitation rooms for rounds.

Mao Penghai couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and smiled at his wife: "Look, I said don't worry, I can still recover."

"I heard them say that Dr. Ling's patients recovered better than other patients." Mao's wife smiled and said, "Maybe you have a different physical constitution. Your side is at least a normal recovery rate. Hey, you You have to heal yourself and get better soon. I ’m alone in the house. I ca n’t be too busy. Your mother is not here to help ... ”

"Isn't she helping my brother to bring the child?" Mao Penghai said a word, but couldn't keep talking, and talked about the new topic again.

When he returned to the ward, Mao Penghai thought more and more bored, and then took out a Yuxi smoke from the bed. He silently measured a third with a plastic ruler, then went to the bathroom, lit it carefully, and waited for two seconds. Bell, just took a sip gently.

In order to prevent the spitting smoke from being smelled by people in the same ward, Mao Penghai not only turned on the ventilating fan, but also held his breath hard. It was not until ten or twenty seconds later that he spit out a cigarette.

The green smoke was thin and almost no color was seen.

Look at the thin smoke of low tar, which is far from the one-third of the line. Mao Penghai took another breath, and stopped with great control, extinguished the smoke, and stared at it for a few moments. Seconds, it was thrown into the toilet and washed away.

"I'm not a good man, I waste good cigarettes, and I can't help it." Mao Penghai spoke to the cigarette **** with a hint of guilt.

After all, waste is extremely shameful.

In order to fully ventilate the ventilator, Mao Penghai, by the way, took off his pants and sat on the toilet, delaying time while creating an odor.

He was holding the phone in one hand and swiping the screen with the other.

When he just broke his hand, Mao Penghai almost felt like the sky was falling.

The lack of a finger definitely affects his job. It is impossible to increase his salary and raise his salary. It is also possible to lose his job. At that time, his wife may not ridicule himself.

As for the inconvenience of missing fingers, let alone the ugliness of fingers, not to mention.

However, as the operation was successfully completed, Mao Penghai's mood gradually calmed down.

Fingers are naturally not as good as before, but barely passable. His wife was still so fierce, but barely enough. Smoking is the only place I can't get through, but I can take two sips every two days, and I can still pass ...

Mao Penghai brushed her phone calmly, and suddenly found that the original reddish broken finger was sutured and turned pale.

For a moment, Mao Penghai's mind was blank.

After half a minute.

Mao Penghai flew out of the ward and shouted: "Doctor ... Doctor ..."

Lu Wenbin rushed to the scene for the first time, and then looked nervous with a white broken finger.

The degree of swelling, skin temperature, and broken finger color are the most important visual indicators after broken finger replantation, and Mao Penghai's finger color is obviously not up to standard.

Lu Wenbin gently brought his hand close to his fingers, and it was not surprising to find that the skin temperature was lower than normal body temperature.

The skin temperature is low, which means that the blood flow is slowed down, and even thrombosis may occur.

Thrombosis is a blood vessel jam. For a normal person, a slight thrombus may be resolved with confidence. However, with more severe thrombosis, anyone can be at any risk.

It should be said that for the human group, thrombosis is only one of countless lethal phenomena, but for any human individual, once a thrombus is found, it is definitely good luck to retreat from the whole body.

"Preparing the operating room, UU reading informed Dr. Ling that the blood circulation crisis of patients in bed 25. Opening venous channels." Lu Wenbin first made the least error-prone decision, while thinking quickly.

Broken fingers are replanted, and there are not many doctors who dare to call themselves skilled doctors.

Lu Wenbin was a little guilty.

He is now very grateful. In the past few days, Ling Ran ordered him and Ma Yilin to read a lot of nursing information about replanting broken fingers.

Lu Wenbin recalled the judgment and weighed it inside.

If possible, he now hopes that Ling Ran will be present to guide.

However, as a resident from the emergency department, Lu Wenbin knew that it was impossible. Senior doctors do not sit in empty rooms, waiting for patients to come to the door to provide the best medical services. In the ward of the inpatient building, some are full of patients, waiting for high-level doctors to provide services.

Regardless of the emergency room or the inpatient department, the front-line doctors who face the patient can only be a resident such as Lu Wenbin, or a slightly higher attending.

"Doctor Lu?" Reminded the nurse who had prepared the venous access.

Lu Wenbin knew that he had to take medicine. Ling Ran was not on the scene and could not perform a physical examination. Even if he called him, he might not be able to get it, and he might not get the most appropriate answer.

Fortunately, Lu Wenbin is a resident from the emergency department. In the past four or five years, he has also handled hundreds of emergency cases. Looking at the pale fingers in front of him, Lu Wenbin calmed himself and ordered: "Intravenous heparin 25 mg , Harriet 50 mg ... "

After thinking for another two seconds, Lu Wenbin ordered again: "Pan Shengding 10 mg."

The nurse was busy while repeating.

Mao Penghai was lying on the flat bed stupidly, looking at the infusion bag, wondering: I have pumped more in the previous two days, so why is there a problem after taking a sip?