"Wait a minute. You have to wash your hands before entering, and you are not allowed to smoke." The young nurse Wang Jia was like a lioness, patrolling and hunting in the left corridor of the emergency department.

She has good eyesight and is more courageous. Even if she sees the director of the respiratory department, she is not afraid.

The director of the respiratory department and the doctor who was accompanying him looked at each other, smiled, and then came over and said, "Do you know me?"

"I know you are Director Hong from the Respiratory Department." Wang Jia raised her chest and looked up at the other person.

Director Hong said "Oh" and said, "Then you are still stopping me?"

"I know you as Director Hong, but I don't know the bacteria!" Wang Jia has also received training and knows what to say at this time.

Director Hong was stunned for a moment when he was told that, then he burst out laughing "haha" and said: "The little girl is quite interesting."

The doctor who was traveling with him laughed in agreement: "He's a bit good at talking."

"I have to wash my hands even if you praise me." Wang Jia is not too afraid. Although Director Hong is the chief director of the Respiratory Department, he is from the Respiratory Department after all, and the nurses are under the supervision of the Nursing Department. Wang Jia works in the Emergency Department.

, outside the operating room, the doctor only needs to respect Huo Congjun.

Of course, Dr. Ling Ranling is respected by everyone willingly, but that is a matter on another level.

Director Hong was not as familiar as a little girl, so he just smiled again, squeezed out a little alcohol gel from the bottle next to the door, and spread it on his hands randomly.

"It's better to apply it evenly." Wang Jia said, pretending to be serious, he took out an alcohol gel from his pocket and squeezed it into Director Hong's hand.

Director Hong was really unhappy now. However, he still didn't have an attack. He said "yes" heavily, rubbed his hands, and then entered the ward.

Alcohol gel is a disinfectant that evaporates quickly.

Compared with disinfection methods such as soap, it is naturally much improved.

However, doctors who leave the operating room naturally do not like any disinfectants, and Director Hong is no exception.

Wang Jia quickly turned around and ran to call someone.

After a while, the head nurse from the emergency department came quickly.

When faced with head nurses of similar age, Director Hong became much more restrained. After all, they all started out as doctors. Seeing the head nurse feel timid was like an old lion seeing a big jackal. It was easy to recall his childhood experiences.

…

"Come and visit the construction status of our emergency center." Director Hong said hello with a smile, which was considered an explanation.

"Then you can take a look." The head nurse said and waited in front of her.

"Where is Lao Huo?" Director Hong still felt a little guilty.

"In the emergency room."

"Very busy." Director Hong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Patients are not picky about time."

"Well..." Director Hong walked around the ward, walked out boredly, smiled again, and said: "Your emergency center needs to do a good job. It takes up so many resources of the hospital. Our respiratory department...

"

"What does your respiratory department have to do with our emergency center?" Huo Congjun's voice came from the stairs.

Director Hong looked at the direction of the elevator unexpectedly and asked, "Did you run up here?"

"Exercise." Huo Congjun looked at the chief director of the respiratory department indifferently.

"Want one?" The director took out a cigarette, stood under the "No Smoking" sign, and lit it.

Huo Congjun didn't say anything. He took Director Hong's arm and walked to the trash can in the safe passage. He asked, "Old Hong, you didn't have the temperament to break out before. What's the matter?"

Director Hong pondered for a few seconds and then asked: "Director Wang has gone back? I heard that he is recovering well?"

"Well, the score is 92. I went back by myself by touching the wall." Huo Congjun felt a little proud.

Director Hong took a deep breath, finished the remaining third of the cigarette, took another one, lit it, and said: "I have an aunt whose knees have not been very good. She has also been treated in the hospital and she has considered it.

Menisplasty..."

At this point, he felt embarrassed to continue talking.

Huo Congjun understood, took out his cell phone and said, "Let me ask Ling Ran for you."

Director Hong lowered his head and smoked, looking like he was wearing armor and could not perform a full salute.

The doctor who came with him became even more silent. He stood close to the wall, trying his best to become invisible.

Doctors know their skills best.

Compared with prestige and fame in society, recognition among doctors is even more rare.

However, Director Hong felt that he would be in a happier mood if Huo Congjun was not between them.

Ling Ran's call was quickly answered. Huo Congjun said "yes" twice before hanging up the phone and saying, "Ling Ran asked when the patient will be delivered."

Director Hong finished his second cigarette in one gulp, and reluctantly reached the butt of the cigarette before throwing it away. He asked in surprise: "Send it here directly? Don't you want to watch the movie first?"

"The film will be taken when it arrives at our hospital."

"That's...ok." Director Hong didn't say much about whether the original film could be used. Surgeons are the ones who least trust their colleagues. Regarding imaging data from other hospitals, it is the responsibility of the attending doctor to retake or adopt the original film.

The decision was made.

Director Hong came with great momentum and returned with satisfaction.

Huo Congjun smiled at his back and thought to himself: You are lucky that it fell into Ling Ran's hands and not mine.

…

In the operating room.

Ling Ran cherished the replantation of a patient who had three severed fingers.

The establishment of a Ling treatment team in the emergency center or emergency department will have no impact on Ling Ran's surgery. It is just more formalized.

On the contrary, the recent chaotic situation has reduced the number of surgeries performed by Ling Ran.

Now having the surgery to amputate three fingers, Ling Ran feels like he is addicted to it.

"Zuo Cidian, you will suture the skin." Ling Ran quickly completed the main steps and handed over the sutured skin flap.

Zuo Cidian turned around and started to finish the work.

Ling Ran walked out of the operating room. Immediately there was a medical representative waiting at the door. He took some clothes and draped them over Ling Ran. He smiled and said, "Dr. Ling worked too hard. Surgery should be considered heavy physical labor."

Zuo Cidian watched the other party's movements eagerly, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. He was so anxious that he didn't run out of the operating room and waited carefully.

The medical representative was devoted to serving Ling Ran, and said: "If you need anything, you can come to us. If we can solve it, we will solve it. If we can't, we will think of other ways."

Ling Ran, who was walking quickly, suddenly stopped and asked, "Do you have suitable slippers?"

"slippers?"

"Slippers for entering the operating room." Ling Ran pointed to the big box in front of the door, which originally contained slippers.

When doctors come to the operating area, they must first change into slippers. Over time, the inside of the slippers will become a place where dirt and evil practices can hide.

The medical representative naturally nodded crazily.
Chapter completed!