Chapter 682： Return home

Ma Yanlin followed Ling Ran longer than Zuo Cidian.

From the earliest tang suture, Ma Yanlin has assisted Ling Ran. When he performed Achilles tendon repair and replantation of broken fingers, Ma Yanlin also performed hundreds of operations.

According to the frequency of normal doctors, Ma Yilin has followed more operations than other doctors during the entire hospitalization period.

However, Ma Yilin's disadvantage is his identity as a doctor. It ’s not like Ling Ran has Director Huo to stand up, but it ’s just a general doctor, and it ’s a general practitioner in the orthopedics department Ma Yanlin. If he wants to learn from Ling Ran in the emergency department for a long time, he has a lot of trouble.

In the current top three hospitals, there are often more trained doctors and interns than full-time doctors, so that the learning component is greatly reduced, and the component of free labor is greatly improved. In hospitals such as Yunyi, a stack of interns and regular students It has reached thousands of people, and most of them are simply trainees and interns who do not even have staffing.

Under such circumstances, Ma's most difficult part is that it is difficult to get an opportunity for independent surgery. That is, under Ling Ran's hands, he can only occasionally get a little bit. In contrast, Lu Wenbin and him have almost time to work under Ling Ran's hands. The more difficult tang stitching has begun to do it alone.

Ma Yilin's only advantage is that he is younger than the rest of the team, but he is not as young as Ling Ran, which also makes his youth not stand out.

But today, after studying for a month, Ma Jilin followed Ling Ran to perform surgery, and replanted broken fingers that were so familiar to him. Instead, he made Ma Yilin feel a breakthrough.

When doing debridement for Xiong Er, because he was too skilled, Ma Yilin had some thoughts running away, and in his mind, he unconsciously imagined "what would I do if I am a knife".

When Ling Ran's main surgeon started to perform the surgery, Ma Yanlin looked at Ling Ran's operation and found that some of the main steps were really similar to his imagination. Suddenly, his self-confidence increased greatly, and the process of knotting Ling Ran was conscious. Technology has sublimated.

In Ling Ran's view, Ma Yanlin's technology is really a little sublimated.

According to the system's prompt, the technical level of Ma Yilin's replantation of broken fingers should be improved from entry to proficiency.

proficient!

It sounds as if it is a level higher than the entry level, but in terms of competition, it has given 99% of doctors a pk.

In a hospital like Yunyi, a senior attendant who is proficient in skills is actually very good. Many attendees who are promoted by seniority may be able to achieve the fifth and fourth years, and still cannot master a proficient skill.

This is not a strange thing. There are always children who score 90 points on the exam at the end of the first semester, and there are always children who have never scored 90 points in their lifetime, regardless of the subject.

There are many doctors who cannot be perfect, and many doctors who are useless.

But no matter how you look at it, a doctor has mastered a technical mastery, even if he has a foundation.

Although techniques such as broken finger replantation have not received much attention in public hospitals, such things as medicine and medical technology do not survive by themselves.

Human fingers will be broken, so you need to replant your broken fingers.

Even if the hospital and society attach more importance to heart transplantation, it is nonsense without a heart. When a person's finger is broken, he is a doctor who needs to understand the technique of broken finger replantation, not other big technical bulls.

Ling Ran lifted his eyes and looked at Ma Yanlin, and asked, "Would you like to try to replant your severed finger?"

"Well, is that okay?" Ma Yanlin was all excited, and spent the last week with his wife's exhaustion.

"I'll do it for you." Ling Ran said, went to wash his hands and showered, and opened the intermediate treasure chest.

In Lan Yingying's light, Ling Ran saw a reminder appear—virtual human: 4 hours increase.

"It's not bad." Ling Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and he suspected that it would be possible to get a dummy.

There are too many virtual humans. As long as it is not a waste, a one-minute virtual human is used to add a year to the patient's good life. It is a starting price. For difficult cases, it takes five minutes and ten minutes to use a virtual human. Increase the patient's life for five years and ten years, and it has a better quality of life.

As a doctor, Ling Ran still likes such a system very much.

On the other hand, virtual people can actually be used for scientific research.

If Ling Ran had enough time and a virtual person, it would be much easier to get the answer with the virtual person first hand, and then follow the answer to find the reason, as Galileo did.

After changing her clothes and leaving the operating room, Ling Ran saw that Ma Yanlin had already come out and was actively talking to the patient's family.

The operation went smoothly and the conversation was a relatively enjoyable process.

When I went out in the other direction of the Ling Ran corridor, I saw a bald head standing alone, "Bear Big", "Bear Two" and bald strong wives crying.

The family members of two other patients in the waiting room of the emergency center looked at them with envy or disgust.

Ling Ran noticed this detail and was unwilling to read it anymore.

There are fewer patients in the emergency department than in the inpatient department, but for the three family members present, the unknown fear will only be stronger.

"Dr. Ling, your car key." The little nurse at the reception desk saw Ling Ran went out, and quickly took his Jetta car key and said: "The head nurse knows the person in charge of a 4s shop and takes you The car was sent for free maintenance, oil was added, and the oil was full. In addition, every 10 days or so, someone drives your car and walks, the condition of the car is fine. "

"Oh, thank you. Trouble you." Ling Ran took out his cell phone and said, "Maintenance is not free, I will send a red envelope to the head nurse."

"No need ..." The little nurse quickly stopped ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Ling Ran shook her head, still sent a red envelope and took the key.

"Then ... Dr. Ling is careful on the road, and it ’s easy to drive in the morning. It is not safe to take a taxi often, and you are so handsome ..." The little nurse's voice was getting quieter, but her eyes were getting brighter.

Finally, Ling Ran left the hospital hall.

The depressed nurse shouted "Yeah": "I have spoken to Dr. Ling for a few words. Dr. Ling is very polite, but also very generous, so nice ... The cars are very good, not like those people They deliberately showed up and went to buy those joint-venture cars, foreign cars ... "

The little nurse at the same reception desk was also full of stars and put his fists in his chest with both hands. He was moved: "Jetta is also a joint venture car."

"Really? Cheap joint-venture cars ... can be considered cheap for foreigners ... Well, Dr. Ling is so handsome ..."

Ling Ran drove her little Jetta, beating the speed limit, and hurried home all the way.

Park the car, and then at the door, there was no light in the door gap.

Ling Ran opened the door with the key to enter the room, and stood in the yard, only to feel the clouds at night, quiet like this ...

In Ling Ran's mind, immediately began to check similar models:

There was ash on the pillar at the door.

The door was not only locked, but also complicated.

Each room is dark.

Ling Ran walked silently back to the gate of the courtyard, took three steps to the left, lifted a brick under the porch, and surely a small note started.

When I opened it, I saw the familiar font of Ling Jie porridge:

"Son, my hometown killed the pig. We went to help eat. Juanzi has the key. Remember to eat on time."

Ling Ran rolled up the small note, opened the door of the storage room, and threw the note into the second large porcelain pot on the left.

The sound of paper friction is especially clear in the quiet night.