Ling Ran was already a little used to the abruptness of the system. He paused for a moment and continued as if nothing had happened.

Dr. Xiong, who was thin, looked up at Ling Ran, but shouted: "Juanzi, come here to help."

He has been retired from the hospital for almost 10 years, but he also knows what the quality of a newly graduated intern is, and he doesn't expect Ling Ran to be able to help.

Juanzi is the signature nurse of Xiagou Clinic. There is only one nurse in Xiagou Clinic, weighing 180 kilograms, one for two.

The old wooden floor makes a thud sound, and you know that Juanzi is moving quickly, giving people a very safe feeling.

"What are you doing?" Juanzi's voice was also powerful and powerful.

"Let's wrap Boss Yang's wound again." Dr. Xiong said, directing Boss Yang to sit in the disposal room and disperse the crowd watching the fun.

Ling Ran followed the situation and followed the disposal room.

If it was just a patient injured by a knife, he had dealt with more than a dozen cases today and was already quite confident.

The disposal rooms of small clinics are usually used for injections and removal of stitches. There are large hospitals nearby. Ordinary people are willing to go to an emergency room after suturing wounds, but when it comes to removal of stitches, they are too lazy to register.

Of course, according to the requirements of the health department, small clinics are also equipped with debridement, suture and disinfection equipment.

When Dr. Xiong slowly opened the towel wrapped in Boss Yang's hand, Ling Ran prepared a large stitching bag himself.

Needle holder, toothless tweezers, toothed tweezers, curved shears, straight shears, tissue forceps, blood vessel forceps, cloth towel forceps...

Ling Ran counted one by one.

Suture is the easiest surgical treatment, but it is also a minor operation, and all kinds of equipment are essential.

"I'll help you with it quickly and disinfect it first..." Dr. Xiong washed his hands, took out hydrogen peroxide, and prepared to pour it on Boss Yang's wound.

Crazy.

Ling Ran turned on the faucet and began to wash his hands seven steps...

Dr. Xiong hummed and pressed the cough in his throat and said, "Xiaoran, let's do a simple disinfection and stop the bleeding."

Ling Ran turned around and smiled. He had nothing to explain, and there were some things that he couldn't explain clearly.

Dr. Xiong could not put down his bleeding palms and ignored them, but instead took care of what Ling Ran did to wash his hands.

After two sentences, Dr. Xiong still focused his attention on Boss Yang's palm, pouring disinfectant water and saying: "Your is cut by a knife. The advantage is that debridement is simple. The bad part is that the injury is deep, and it is likely that the tendon will be damaged. It is best to go to Yunhua Hospital for a visit..."

"I'll take over." Ling Ran watched Dr. Xiong complete the disinfection steps, put on gloves, sat on the chair next to Dr. Xiong, and gently rotated Boss Yang, and the latter faced Ling Ran in shock.

Dr. Xiong and Juanzi looked at each other even more.

As a neighbor, Boss Yang naturally knew Ling Ran and also knew that he had studied in medical school. However, the society knows how big the gap between studying and doing things is.

Boss Yang endured the pain and said, "Ling Ran, I can't say it's a minor injury."

"It's just that the palm has not been cut off yet, it's not too heavy." Ling Ran said comfortably.

Boss Yang said "cut off" and suddenly became uneasy.

Most patients with common diseases have a certain understanding. Many patients received by emergency departments are caused by accidents and do not have a corresponding understanding of their own condition. The doctor's opinions are mostly based on the opinions of the doctor.

Boss Yang hesitated to look at Dr. Xiong.

When in a medical institution, patients are very susceptible to doctors. They do not have the corresponding knowledge reserves and face big or small crises, so they will easily be influenced by professional or seemingly professional people.

For Boss Yang, it is normal for him to go to a large hospital to deal with the wound, but it is obviously a bit scary to bump into the bleeding wound for ten kilometers.

In contrast, Dr. Xiong became even more suspicious, his name changed, and said, "Lingran, let's focus on being safe..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ling Ran had already started to operate with tweezers in his hand.

Boss Yang shouted with a "ouch" sound.

"After debridement, anesthetics are not easy to get a second infection, so bear it a little bit." Ling Ran said, turning his head and laughing: "Sister Juanzi, please give me 2% lidocaine and dilute it to 1%. Also prepare a little more hydrogen peroxide and complex iodine."

Debroking and suture are basically consistent processes, and Ling Ran does not cause any more details, so he operates step by step.

Seeing that Dr. Xiong did not respond, Juanzi did as he did.

In fact, Ling Ran had to hesitate after he wanted to object.

If it is normal, it doesn't matter if he thinks about it for a half minute or a minute.

But under Ling Ran's master-level butt stitching technique, a long one minute is enough to stitch dozens of stitches.

Speaking of which, Boss Yang’s suffering cannot be considered a minor injury. Cutting the tendon will affect the function of the hand. If the suture is not good, the grip will be weak in the future, and it is possible that it will not be able to do exquisite sexual work.

If he was sent to the emergency department of Yunhua Hospital, the attending doctor's opinions were mostly sent to the hand surgery department for treatment.

From the doctor's perspective, Boss Yang's injury is actually worse than Brother Hua'er who was slashed.

However, for Ling Ran, there is not much difference.

The master-level joint seams he masters are much stronger than most doctors at Yunhua Hospital.

Summing the tendon is a challenge for the emergency department doctors at Yunhua Hospital, and it is a common business for the competitor surgery department.

And for Ling Ran, it is even more easy.

Boss Yang opened a noodle restaurant. For more than ten years, he has made a living by craftsmanship. In other words, he needs a hand with complete functions to work.

He may get the better suture when sent to the hospital, but he may also get only average medical services.

Ling Ran believes that his skills can minimize negative chances.

He sewed it very seriously, and the speed was slower than in the emergency room, but the effect was outstanding.

"The sewing is done, I'll bandage you now. Don't see water on the wound, remember to change the medicine..." Ling Ran reminded him as usual.

Dr. Xiong next to him had long been stunned and thought to himself: Is Yunda Medical College really so awesome?

As far as he knows, if an intern from a medical school graduates and goes to the hospital for two years of regular training, and then he will be a resident for two years, he may not be able to do such sutures independently.

Ling Jiebao became more and rubbed his hands and said excitedly: "Son, you are qualified to come to our clinic for treatment."

Although he is not a doctor, he is knowledgeable. The most important thing is that Dr. Xiong supervises the entire process, which is enough for him to feel at ease.

Ling Ran said: "I still need an internship."

"It's good to help save some salary." Ling Jiexiang sighed.

Dr. Xiong was unmoved and said calmly: "The salary cannot be reduced by a penny."

Ling Jiezhu said "hey" and wanted to go forward to debate, but heard someone yelling behind her:

"Dad, Dad, where are you?"

After a while, a strong figure rushed towards him.

"It's sewn, it's okay." Boss Yang pointed at the bandaged half of his hand and forced a smile.

Boss Yang felt uneasy, and his son became even more nervous. He widened his eyes and asked, "Didn't he call an ambulance? Why did he sew it here?"

"The other person's clinic has been sewn, what hospital is sent to?" As a neighbor, Boss Yang felt a little embarrassed and said weakly: "Hu Zi, don't worry..."

"How can I not be in a hurry? It will take a lifetime to waste my hands. Can a large hospital and a small clinic compare?" Yang Hu looked at Dr. Xiong and Ling Ran in a white coat with a fierce look. Finally, his eyes were fixed on Dr. Xiong and asked, "You dare to do such a serious injury? My father relies on his hands to make a living. If he cannot restore his normal function, you can support my father for the rest of his life."

Dr. Xiong touched his chin and said vaguely: "Normal function, this concept is bigger..."

"The sewing is done." Ling Ran clapped his hands and said, "The operation is successful. You can take him to the hospital for examination. Pay attention to activities and rehabilitation after the operation. The probability of restoring normal functions is very high."

"That is, there is still a possibility that it cannot be recovered?" Yang Hu became even more dissatisfied.

Ling Ran frowned, and before he could speak, he was pulled by his father.

Ling Jiezhu knew his son's personality very well, so he pulled him behind his back and immediately said to Yang Hu: "The possibility of not being able to recover does exist, but the probability is very low, just like buying a lottery ticket. If you really encounter it, there will be a way to deal with it, right?"

Yang Hu was so imposing that he was saying that he was stagnant. Is it very likely to refute him? Isn’t that cursing his father?

"Huzi, our Xiagou clinic has been open for decades, and there have been thousands of old neighbors. When did you see us having problems? We won't do things that are not sure." Ling Jiezhu was unhappy, but he was very contagious.

Yang Hu's anger dropped a little. Indeed, although Xiagou Clinic was a small clinic, it was a small clinic in the alley. Before he went to college, he had a headache and fever, so he came here to see it.

"Where is your father's injury? Is it serious or not? I didn't come at that time, and I don't know if there will be traffic jams when I came here or if there will be traffic jams when I went there. We have the ability to deal with it, so we decided to deal with it. We can't watch him bleeding like this." Ling Jiezhu himself did not understand medical skills, but instead gave people a feeling of empathy.

He patted Yang Hu on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry. Since you are worried, take your father to the hospital for a checkup. After checking, you feel that there is no problem. Come to us to pay the medical expenses, okay?"

"You said the positive and negative words." Yang Hu couldn't get angry and thought about it, "I'll take my dad to a large hospital for examination now to see if there is any remedy. If there is no problem, it's fine, if there is a problem..."

He didn't say anything, and he picked up his father angrily, put it on a wheelchair at the entrance of the clinic, and pushed it away...

Juanzi was about to stop her as soon as she inserted her hand, but she was blocked by Ling Jiezhu.

"Don't worry, we are doing neighborhood business, we'll be back then." Lingjiezhu, who has been running a clinic for 30 years, has been in a strong storm and storm, and his mood is quite stable.

Ling Ran looked at the direction of the door and fell into deep thought: It seems that they have to wait until they finish the inspection before they have completed the task.
Chapter completed!