"Dr. Ling, my finger is fine, right?" Mao Penghai looked at the still somewhat black finger, feeling worried.

Ling Ran observed carefully and said: "The recovery is not bad. Look at the suture position. There is blood now. The blood supply is basically no problem. The amputated finger will survive. However, you still need to pay attention to keeping warm.

...Should the baking time of the lamp be extended a little longer?”

The last sentence is to ask the doctor in the rehabilitation room.

The latter responded positively: "Yes, the lampshade can also be placed closer. We will adjust it after seeing the situation."

"You should also pay attention to raising the affected limb, just a little higher than the position of the heart, but not too high. Do not usually do things like hanging your hands. Raising the affected limb is for venous return. If it is too high, it will affect the blood supply of the arteries.

..." Ling Ran noticed that the edema on Mao Haipeng's fingers had not gone away, and gave a few special instructions.

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

Although Ling Ran mastered the perfect technique of replanting amputated fingers, the actual operation took place in the past few days. Mao Penghai was one of his first patients to have replanted amputated fingers. Ling Ran arranged everything in detail.

, and prescribed antibiotics and other medicines, and then did a simple physical examination before going to other rehabilitation rooms for ward rounds.

Mao Penghai couldn't help but breathed 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 recover better than other patients." Mao's wife said with a smile, "Maybe individual physiques are different, but at least your recovery speed is normal. Hey, you

I have to take good care of my injuries and get better soon. I am the only one at home and I am too busy to do anything. Your mother doesn’t come to help..."

"Isn't she helping my brother take care of the children?" Mao Penghai said something, refrained from continuing, and started talking about a new topic.

When he returned to the ward, Mao Penghai became more and more bored the more he thought about it. He took out a Yuxi cigarette from under the bed, silently and accurately measured one-third of it with a plastic ruler, then went to the bathroom, lit it carefully, and waited for two seconds.

Zhong, just took a gentle breath.

In order to prevent the smoke being exhaled from being smelled by people in the same ward, Mao Penghai not only turned on the ventilation fan, but also held his breath vigorously until he could no longer breathe out a puff of smoke after more than ten or twenty seconds.

The blue smoke is so thin that almost no color can be seen.

Looking at the thin smoke with low tar, it was still far away from the one-third mark. Mao Penghai took another gentle puff, stopped with self-control, put out the cigarette, and stared at it for a few more times.

After a few seconds, he threw it into the toilet and flushed it away.

"Brother, I wasted a good cigarette, and there's nothing I can do about it." Mao Penghai spoke to the cigarette butt with a trace of guilt.

After all, waste is extremely shameful.

In order to allow the ventilation fan to fully ventilate, Mao Penghai took off his pants and sat on the toilet, creating a smell while delaying time.

He was holding the phone with one hand and swiping the screen with the other hand, which was quite leisurely and comfortable.

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

A missing finger will definitely affect his work. Promotion and salary increase are impossible, and losing his job is also very likely. When the time comes, his wife may not be able to laugh at him.

Not to mention the inconvenience of missing fingers and the unsightliness of missing fingers.

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

Naturally, the fingers are not as beautiful as before, but they are still passable. My wife is still so aggressive, but she is still passable. Smoking is the only thing that makes me uncomfortable, but I can take two puffs every two days and it is still passable...

Mao Penghai calmly scrolled through his phone, and suddenly found that the reddish stitches on his broken finger turned pale.

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

Half a minute later.

Mao Penghai rushed out of the ward, shouting at the same time: "Doctor...doctor..."

Lu Wenbin rushed to the scene immediately and became nervous looking at the white severed finger.

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

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

A low skin temperature indicates that the blood flow has slowed down, and there may even be a blood clot.

Thrombus is a blood vessel blockage. Mild thrombosis can be resolved confidently for normal people. However, when encountering more serious thrombosis, anyone may be at any degree of risk.

It should be said that for the human group, blood clots are just one of countless fatal phenomena, but for any human individual, once a blood clot is discovered, it is definitely good luck to survive.

"Prepare the operating room and inform Dr. Ling that the patient in bed 25 is in blood circulation crisis. Open a venous channel." Lu Wenbin first made the least error-prone decision, and at the same time his mind was spinning rapidly.

There are not many doctors who dare to claim to be skilled in replanting severed fingers.

Lu Wenbin even felt a little guilty.

He was extremely grateful now. In the past few days, Ling Ran ordered him and Ma Yanlin to read a large amount of care information on replantation of severed fingers.

While Lu Wenbin was recalling, he was making judgments and weighings in his heart.

If possible, he now hopes that Ling Ran can be there to provide guidance.

However, as a resident doctor with a background in the emergency department, Lu Wenbin knew that was impossible. Senior doctors would not sit in an empty room, waiting for patients to come to them in order to provide the best medical services. In the ward in the inpatient building

, some are full of patients, waiting for high-level doctors to provide services.

Regardless of whether it is the emergency room or the inpatient department, the front-line doctors who face patients directly can only be residents like Lu Wenbin, or slightly higher-level attending doctors.

"Doctor Lu?" the nurse who prepared the intravenous access reminded.

Lu Wenbin knew that medication was necessary. Ling Ran was not at the scene and could not have a physical examination. Even if he called him, he might not be able to make it in time, let alone get the most appropriate answer.

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

, Hariduo 50 mg..."

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

The nurse repeated while getting busy.
Chapter completed!