Ling Ran sat at his desk and wrote his paper seriously.

So far, after performing more than 200 cases and nearly 300 cases of knee arthroscopy, Ling Ran has gradually gained his own understanding of the surgical instruments used in knee arthroscopy.

Of course, this was 300 surgeries based on perfect meniscusplasty. Compared to the pure newcomers on the operating table, Ling Ran did have a lot to say and could say.

On the other hand, Ling Ran really needs some new tools.

This is one of the characteristics of arthroscopic surgery. Compared with open surgery, arthroscopic surgery has higher requirements on instruments and tends to be more specialized.

Many doctors have different needs for tools based on their own techniques. Most people naturally choose different existing tools. Doctors who are capable and picky can pursue private customization.

Ling Ran was halfway through writing the thesis and started to make private orders. For him, it was very necessary to make a new surgical instrument.

It would be even better if I could publish another paper by the way.

Boom, boom, boom.

The visitor knocked gently on the office door and then opened it.

Ling Ran looked up and saw Meng Xue sneaking in and quietly locking the office door.

"What do you want to do?" Ling Ran was surprised and confused.

Meng Xue turned around and saw Ling Ran's expression, which was both angry and funny: "What can I do to you?"

Ling Ran remained silent.

Meng Xue waited for five seconds and asked, "You're not really thinking about it, are you?"

"Isn't that what you asked? Do you want to know the answer now?" Ling Ran raised his head, as if I was ready to answer.

"Forget it." Meng Xue breathed a sigh of relief and said helplessly: "Who in the average person would think about the problem like you do."

Ling Ran looked at Meng Xue calmly, he never held himself to the standards of ordinary people.

Looking at Ling Ran's expression, Meng Xue knew that what she said was in vain again, so she simply said directly: "I made an appointment for a massage, and now I'm here to fulfill the appointment."

"I don't have any more massage in the hospital." Ling Ran's voice came, and then he paused and said: "If you want to make an appointment next time, you can go to the Xiagou Clinic. If I'm not here, someone will do the massage.

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"The massage done by others is far behind." Meng Xue said, hanging up her coat, rubbing her neck, and said: "When I was doing the show, I felt that my neck was going to break. But I found it.

It was a massage parlor, but the massage was comfortable. Later, I went to a foreign country to attend a movie, and when I went to the hospital, I was given painkillers. The same was true in private hospitals. They had a very good attitude, but in the end, they gave out more painkillers...

oops!"

Click.

Meng Xue clearly heard a crisp sound, and felt a sense of fear in her heart.

"Are you feeling comfortable?" Ling Ran directly put down his hand and threw the white towel he had just used into the dry cleaning bucket.

Meng Xue swayed left and right and couldn't help but say: "It seems to be getting better, but not as obvious as before..."

"Wait a few minutes and I'll massage you again." Ling Ran said, turning back to the desk and continuing to read papers and check information.

Meng Xue couldn't tell for a moment whether it was her own neck that needed two minutes or Ling Ran's.

Meng Xue got bored of waiting, so she took out her mobile phone and logged into the Weibo account, silently watching the praises of fans on the screen.

After five minutes, Ling Ran stood up.

"Wash your neck clean." Ling Ran said in a commanding tone.

Brother Shanyu, who was being praised by millions of fans, raised his head resentfully, glanced at Ling Ran, and then obediently went to wash his neck in the pool behind the door.

Ling Ran took out a new white towel and applied alcohol gel to his hands.

Washing hands with soap will be cleaner, but it is uncomfortable to wash hands with soap frequently. In contrast, alcohol with 75% alcohol content has a strong bactericidal effect and does little harm to the skin, so it is a very good alternative.

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Meng Xue washed her long neck until it was as white as snow, then sat on the chair, assumed a beautiful sitting posture, raised her chin slightly, and said, "I'm ready."

In her heart, Meng Xue was still a little nervous.

After all, he was in a closed office, facing an adult male, but the office door was still cumbersome... Just as Meng Xue's inner dance drama was about to begin, Ling Ran's hand grabbed the root of her neck.

"Meow~"

Meng Xue looked like a cat that had been caught by the neck, her eyelids drooped, as if she was about to fall asleep.

Ling Ran used the rolling method to relax her shoulder muscles.

Not only the muscles, but also Meng Xue's tense thoughts were released.

Nervous life on set...

Complex stage rehearsals...

Crazy pick-up scene...

One by one they were restored in Meng Xue's mind.

She recalled the magnificence of the Alps, the stiff movements of the dancers, the excellent acoustics of the venue, the smiling faces of the enthusiastic fans and the nervousness of the fans who were left behind.

"I should spend more time taking photos with everyone!" Meng Xue suddenly raised her head, shouted, looked at Ling Ran again, involuntarily held her neck, and then said in surprise: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"I think I can hold on for about a week, and the pain will gradually return, and then it will get more and more painful to the previous level." Ling Ran gave full "post-operative" instructions.

The application of massage in the field of surgery is becoming more and more widespread. Most of the work in the rehabilitation department can be regarded as massage.

However, surgical patients in the rehabilitation department undergo massage. As the disease gradually recovers, there is no need for massage anymore. In Meng Xue’s case, there is no radical surgery, so we can only hope for gradual recovery or the body will compensate.

Meng Xue herself was very satisfied with being pain-free for a week.

She touched her neck, laughed twice, and said, "Are you really not going to resign and become a massage therapist? With your skills, you can hold a massage conference in a city every once in a while."

"No." Ling Ran said without hesitation and threw the white towel into the dry cleaning bin.

Meng Xue moved her neck again, breathed a sigh of relief, and deliberately turned left and right to look at Ling Ran's office, feeling relaxed all over.

The expanded emergency center covers the former emergency department and adds new offices. The most obvious benefit is that the heads of several treatment groups have separate offices, and the office area of ​​the doctors has also been expanded.

In Ling Ran's office, in addition to the desk and sofa set, there are also many spider plants and pothos plants, which look quite dark.

Meng Xue took off all the cumbersome clothes and hangings, returned to her fresh and refreshing attire, took a photo with the spider plant, and thought about whether to post a Weibo post.

Dong Dong.

There was a knock on the office door, which first startled Meng Xue.

She looked around and couldn't help but pouted: "In such a big office, there is not even a place to hide people."

"What are the Tibetans doing?" Ling Ran looked at her in confusion before going to open the door.

Meng Xue was stunned for a few seconds. When she tried to put on her scarf and glasses, it was already too late.

"Huh? Brother Shanyu?" Wang Jia looked surprised at first when he saw Meng Xue, and then became wary.

"Hello." Meng Xue said with a smile that met the expectations of fans.

Wang Jia was stunned for a few seconds, trying his best to think, and then tentatively asked: "Are you here to participate in the emergency center's ceremony?"

"Well……."

Wang Jia didn't wait for Meng Xue to say anything. She covered her mouth in excitement and couldn't help shouting in a low voice: "Brother Shan Yu is coming to attend the ceremony of our emergency center..."

"What I mean is..." Meng Xue wanted to adjust the language content, but when she raised her head, Wang Jia could no longer see it.

There were only distant screams, one after another.

Mixed in are high-decibel sounds like "Brother Shanyu!"

Meng Xue was stunned for a few seconds, then smiled in relief: "He ran so fast."

"Well, if you manage the infusion of more than a dozen beds every day, you can run 20,000 steps." Ling Ran agreed with Meng Xue's point of view.
Chapter completed!