Chapter 883: Restart

"Doctor, how is my son?"

The door of the surgery corridor was opened, and the anxious family members immediately rushed up, rushing in front of him was a 60-year-old father with gray hair and wrinkled cheeks, looking like Zuo Cidian's brother.

Several hot relatives who were chatting and chatting were also carrying their hands at this time, came over, surrounded the doctor, pretending to be concerned.

Qi Songshang took a deep breath and said, "There was a little problem in the operation ..."

"what?"

"Why is there a problem with the surgery?"

"Where is my son? My son ..." The 60-year-old father, when he left his arms, was going to go in, and he was stopped by Lu Wenbin at the back.

"The patient is okay, do you listen? If you don't listen, we will leave." Song Shang's rich experience left his body motionless and blocked people.

Lu Wenbin shook his hand, and said: This old man is still strange.

"Don't you have a problem?" Daddy was dizzy.

Qi Songshang said: "The problem is solved. The main problem is that your son's blood vessels are too fragile. He usually does not manage the body properly, and the three high issues are not taken seriously ..."

Some of the patients' families were stingy, and some of them were frightened by him.

Song Shang sighed and reiterated: "During the operation, the patient's liver blood vessels were ruptured. After our hard rescue and a large amount of blood transfusions, the situation is now stable, but in the next few days, it is still very critical. After the dangerous period of the next few days, the problem will be small ... "

"Are people alive?" The patient's father's hand shook.

"Alive." Song Shang was kind.

The attitude of doctors towards patients with serious illnesses is generally acceptable.

On the other hand, the operation was not smooth, and Song Shang's waist was not stiff.

I spoke for a few more minutes. After some enlightenment, the patient and family members slowly dispersed.

Qi Songshang was relieved and took Lu Wenbin back to the operating area. He thanked him again: "Thanks to Dr. Lu just now, it was not you who stopped you. You still have trouble today."

"Should." Lu Wenbin looked a little hesitant at this time, and asked, "If there is so much bleeding in the middle, the patient will come again later."

"Generally not." Song Shang said with patience: "Our hospitals in China are like this. As long as people don't die, any problems that occur during the operation can be explained and they are good at talking. But if people die on the operating table, you sign It ’s useless to say anything, to say nothing is against the rules ... Ha ha, you are still young, and you will understand how many times you meet. "

Lu Wenbin smiled, he did not really do not understand, but understanding is one thing, experience is another.

"Anyway, it's over. I really thank Dr. Ling and a few of you for this trip." Song Shang talked, took Lu Wenbin to a spare room on the corner, and stuffed an envelope to him : "A little hard work, please troubleshoot it, Dr. Lu."

try {mad1 (\ 'gad2 \');} catch (ex) {} Lu Wenbin hesitated and asked, "Where did this money come from?"

Flying knives have flying knives, and the rescue field is also flying knives. Although the process of flying is omitted, the focus is not on this.

However, the flying knife is not as urgent as the rescue, and it is often talked with the patient, and the patient who is unwilling to leave can naturally invite Gao Ming again. Of course, if the disease is urgently wanted by our hospital, and the patient's family conditions are not good, then it can be paid from the department's funding.

However, saving the field is not so simple.

The rescue field is an operation that the doctor is expected to perform, but the result is a leak. At this time, the patient is unknown when lying on the operating table. Talking about the flying knife fee during the operation is even easier.

Lu Wenbin knew this, and Song Shang was even clearer.

也不 He didn't say much, calmly said: "The little Liu from our side came out. He was promoted only last year. He still relies on salary. Don't be too small."

When Lu Wenbin heard it, he quickly said, "I can't take it."

"It's not for you." Song Shang held Lu Wenbin's hand down and said, "You saw the family members of this patient. The people in Bazhai Township have the same family conditions. I didn't tell them directly It ’s our side, the rules of the department, whoever makes mistakes and who pays ... ”

"Let me make a call." Lu Wenbin knows Ling Ran too well. Furthermore, he doesn't pay much attention to such thousands of flying knife charges now. He just dialed the phone while talking.

Wu Songshang didn't stop, waited for a while, saw Lu Wenbin hung up the phone, and stuffed the money back, hesitated: "No?"

"Dr. Ling said no." Lu Wenbin shrugged and said, "Well, I'm back. You pay attention to the patient."

After I finished speaking, Lu Wenbin left freely, feeling that he was handsome like Schwarzenegger.

Song Shang stunned in the back, not because the envelope was jammed back, but because of Lu Wenbin's nature.

宋 In Song Shang's memory, many doctors and big brothers actually didn't collect the red envelopes on the field.

说 Well said in advance, or otherwise agreed by the vulgar, such as in the case of the sixth house, we usually do not accept it.

However, the reason why the big brothers are big brothers is also because the big brothers' status is so high that ordinary doctors cannot.

In contrast, a doctor who is not a big brother, such as a general director of a not-so-famous third-level hospital, can save the scene when he rescues the field, and he will not quit when giving money-there is no reputation anyway, Isn't it stupid to give money.

吕 From Lu Wenbin's attitude, Song Shang feels like a gangster-like arbitrariness: Do n’t want it today, let it go—Jomo is like that.

In the emergency room.

The atmosphere remains.

Ling Ran, who returned from a rescue round, returned to the computer and continued to discuss articles with Yu Yuan. Several doctors who have something to do continue to do things, pretend to do nothing.

try {mad1 (\ 'gad2 \');} catch (ex) {} Ren Qi, who is fat in her figure, sits at the door with a thoughtful mind, which allows Ling Ran to see herself, and if there is a patient, it is easy to grab To opportunity.

He has been studying for so long. Compared with the original class of Ling treatment group, he has a different degree of thirst for opportunity.

中 A minibus, drove over.

Qi Renqi did not wait for others to wake up, immediately stood up and went out to meet.

Soon after, I saw a few young men in white coats and got off the bus.

"Dr. Ling, we are here to report." Qi Zao was the first to get off. As one of the internships sent by Yunda this year, Qi Zao and others did not get much training. They encountered mudslides in Bazhai Township. Now the emergency situation has eased. A few people discussed it and immediately followed. come.

With a telephoto lens, Qi Zao, who is so arrogant, looks like a young literary artist, and screams outside the door.

After entering the door, Qi Zao was quieter. First of all, say hello to each doctor ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Then put down things, and took a jar of alcohol gel, just in front of Ling Ran, and painted it carefully. And then whispered, "Dr. Ling, we're here for an internship again."

Wu Lingran nodded, and then looked around responsibly.

Today is a rare leisure time for the Ling treatment group ... From Ling Ran's perspective, today should be a rare non-working state for the Ling treatment group.

For doctors, without a patient, there is no job, a group of doctors have no job, and four more interns ...

Ling Ran suddenly realized a sense of responsibility of the leader of the treatment group.

I'm dead, what should I do?

"I'll give you a task." Ling Ran sighed, and that's the only thing.

As soon as four trainees such as Qi Qizao stepped on the ground, they heard the word "task", and they stood in front of Ling Ran.

However, looking at Ling Ran's expression, Qi Zao, who was most detached, did not dare to jump out.

"Did you learn to stitch at school?" Ling Ran asked.

"Have."

Ling Ran nodded, and called Lu Wenbin again, and said, "Go and buy 20 grapefruits for them, five per person, peel off the flesh, and then use the intermittent suture method to sew up the skin."

"How fine is the seam?" Qi Zao whispered.

"The finer the better," Ling Ran answered.

Qi Qizao said "Oh" and was full of curiosity and asked: "Why grapefruit? Are you particular about it?"

Wu Lingran slowly said, "I like to eat grapefruit."

In the corner, the eyes of a string of medical representatives suddenly lighted up, as if the robot had restarted.