Su Jiafu sat on the round stool and looked at Yu Yuan with his chin slightly raised.

Anesthesiologists also have the pride of anesthesiologists. A smooth operation requires an anesthesiologist to keep the patient's blood pressure stable at all times, and an anesthesiologist to constantly replenish fluids and add medication. Although to outsiders, anesthesiologists spend most of their time doing nothing.

Sitting there, an anesthesiologist like Su Jiafu still found time to write his own medical paper.

Compared to surgeons who are busy on the operating table all day long, Su Jiafu consciously has much more experience writing papers. Yu Yuan wrote a paper in area one, which surprised Su Jiafu, but after all, she had not done anything for two or three years, and...

Su Jiafu felt that his paper was also excellent.

This is a paper to be published in China Press.

In terms of the difficulty of the article alone, publishing in Zhonghua is not necessarily easier than in SCI in Districts 3 and 4. If you are on tiptoe, then you will go to District 2. If you are more lucky, won't you go to District 1?

Su Jiafu is like a candidate who has performed exceptionally well in an exam and is looking forward to the best results.

Yu Yuan read Su Jiafu's article steadily.

Her favorite is anorectal surgery, but she also has some knowledge of anesthesia. In recent years, hospitals across the country have called on surgeons to learn some anesthesiology, and Yu Yuan has always been the kind of person to respond to the call.

She probably read more than a thousand Chinese and foreign anesthesiology papers, and also wrote a few reviews and published them. However, they were far behind the first-tier journals and did not attract much attention. In a hospital, publishing papers is part of the job.

Doctors who have no papers will find it difficult to judge their professional titles. Naturally, no one will care about ordinary papers. Small papers across majors are not taken seriously, and people will be more suspicious: they are not bought.

It is no longer unusual for doctors to buy papers, and the person introducing them is often a medical representative.

Of course, if you really want to go far, the papers you buy will not be as good as the papers you write yourself.

"Are you planning to publish this article in Chinese?" Yu Yuan finished reading the paper in a moment.

"Yes, I'm not very good at writing in English." Su Jiafu laughed twice.

Yu Yuan nodded and said: "Then there should still be a chance to publish in a core journal."

Su Jiafu frowned: "Can it only be published in core journals?"

Yu Yuan said: "I think you want to make statistics on patients with vascular crisis after replantation of severed fingers, and then discuss a better way of administering anesthesia. If that's all, I have actually seen relevant reports.

article……"

"Have you seen it?" Su Jiafu was shocked.

"It's not exactly the same. What's better is that you do statistical classification based on gender, age, smoking ratio, and injuries. There are still some new ideas." Yu Yuan's condescending comment was more stable than when she was on the operating table.

too much.

Su Jiafu said uncomfortably: "I think this is the case...think about 50 cases of replantation of severed fingers..."

"If you want to publish in a higher-level journal, I think you should pay attention to the aftermath." Yu Yuan interrupted Su Jiafu and gave the answer directly.

Su Jiafu blinked and said expectantly: "What do you mean by post-mortem processing?"

"After a crisis occurs, how to solve it? Should the drug be administered into the tendon sheath of the flexor tendon, or at the disconnection site? Should it be administered with papaverine or lidocaine? When should it be administered..." Yu Yuan said

Very understatement.

Su Jiafu looked solemn: "It will be even more difficult to do it this way."

"It's not easy to begin with."

"That's right, that's what I'm talking about... Well, Doctor Yu, sit down for a moment and look at this..." Su Jiafu pushed a round stool to Yu Yuan, asked her to sit down so that she could talk, and quickly took out his notebook.

come over.

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PARKING LOT.

More than a dozen nurses, nurses, doctors, doctors and family members of patients escorted Ling Ran to his Jetta.

Intern nurse Zheng Yuhan boldly pulled Ling Ran's sleeve and said, "Doctor Ling, you have worked for more than 40 hours. Don't go back, okay? Just rest in the hospital."

Su Mengxue, a pretty nurse who likes to rub sweat on Ling Ran the most, is not far behind: "Doctor Ling, driving while fatigued can easily lead to danger, so please stay."

"I'm not sleepy." Ling Ran told the truth, but no one believed him.

The energy potion can fully restore mental and physical strength. Apart from being a little hungry, it will not have any impact on Ling Ran's judgment or physical dexterity.

Ling Ran had just drank the second bottle of energy potion just over 10 hours ago. Now, even if he was asked to undergo another surgery to replant a severed finger, he could still do it, let alone drive home.

However, there are doctors who perform surgeries for thirty hours in a row every week in the hospital. Drowsy driving makes everyone more afraid, especially in the emergency department. The nurses and sisters have seen too many drivers who have been sent to the hospital after driving fatigued.

No matter what, Ling Ran was allowed to drive away by himself.

Ling Ran couldn't make sense and was too lazy to say anything. He spread his hands and asked, "What should we do?"

As far as he knows, when girls express their objections, most of them already have ideas.

Sure enough, following Ling Ran's words, the little nurses started guessing.

Some of the patient's family members quickly came to their senses and immediately joined in.

5 minutes later.

A driver and four passengers were squeezed into Ling Ran's car.

Everyone discussed the delicious food in Xiagou with great interest, and at the same time sent Ling Ran home safely.

"Doctor Ling, you must have a good rest."

"Stop staying up late."

"Drink some porridge at night, don't go to bed on an empty stomach."

The four winning girls sent Ling Ran to the door of Xiagou Clinic. They didn't dare to go in to see their future mother-in-law. They could only say goodbye to Ling Ran with tears, and then went to look for food in the alley while talking and laughing.

Ling Ran parked the car, put his hands in his pockets and staggered back to his room to get ready for bed.

He wasn't too sleepy, but after not sleeping for more than forty hours, he felt it was time to rest.

Click.

The lights in the tea room on the second floor were turned on, and Meng Xue, a slender figure, was seen sitting domineeringly on the main seat, with her long legs almost sticking out from under the table.

"Come for a massage?" Ling Ran's tone was lazy and not surprising.

Calculating the time, it's time for Meng Xue to arrive.

Meng Xue originally wanted to say something, but after hearing Ling Ran's voice, she didn't want to say anything anymore. She smiled and said seriously: "Doctor Ling, I'm here to trouble you again."

"No trouble, no trouble..." The person who spoke this time was Ling Ran's father, Ling Jiezhu. He was seen carrying a fruit plate in one hand and a big watermelon in the other as he went upstairs.

First he placed the fruit plate filled with apples and oranges on the table, then took out a short knife from his waist and slaughtered the big watermelon on the spot, letting the red juice flow into the water collection area under the tea table.

Tao Ping followed closely, but handed Ling Ran a wet towel before complaining: "Why did you stay in the hospital for so long?"

Ling Ran wiped his face and said, "If you have the chance, do more surgeries."

"Then you can't ignore your health..."

"It would be nice to have surgery." Ling Jieqiu interrupted: "That's what hospitals are like. If you don't go there if you have the chance, you may not be able to go on stage for the rest of your life. In the end, you can only open a small clinic and marry a beautiful wife and live a casual life.

Already..."

"Nonsense." Tao Ping patted her husband sheepishly and said, "Brother Shanyu is here. He has been waiting for a while."

Meng Xue held up the tea cup in a disguised manner, smiled, and said: "Doctor Ling specializes in massage, and he might have a better future."

Ling Ran just smiled slightly.

"By the way, I brought a gift." Meng Xueta knew how to break the unfamiliar barrier. She waved her hand and had a large wooden box delivered to her.

Meng Xue stood up and took it, put it on the table, pretended not to care, and said: "This is the Iberian ham I bought when I was filming in Spain. It's delicious when eaten raw."

"Spanish ham is too expensive." Tao Ping was a little embarrassed.

Comrade Ling Jiezhu said sincerely: "I am indeed a little embarrassed."

With that said, he opened the wooden box.

Inside the wooden box, which is as wide as the chair and half as long as a person, is a plump pig hind leg. The appearance is a bit rough, but the whole thing looks like a fire axe. It is full of visual impact, and there is a faint aroma wafting out.

.

"This is quite unique." Ling Jiezhu said, shaking the ham vigorously.

A photo flew out from under the ham.

Ling Ran leaned over to pick it up and saw a palm-sized photo of a rather cute Meng Xue making a face.

On the lower right side of the photo, there is Meng Xue's signature.

Meng Xue became inexplicably nervous: "Whenever I give gifts to fans, I always include a signed photo, just as a gift."

Without waiting for a response, she quickly said: "Ham should be stored at low temperature, preferably in a cellar. Just cut it into thin slices when you want to eat it..."

Her expression and attitude were very relaxed, which also made the Ling family feel relaxed.

Everyone once again gathered around the pig hind legs and praised them greatly:

"It smells good if you smell it carefully."

"It's so pretty."
Chapter completed!