"Legs...are legs sewn together?"

Seeing that Ling Ran was about to leave, Li Xiaoning shouted again.

After the life-threatening issue has been solved, it is natural to further consider whether it will be disabled, whether there will be sequelae, whether it will be painful, whether it will leave scars...

Ling Ran stepped on the air-tight door: "It's sewn."

Li Xiaoning stretched his neck to look and saw that the torn wound on his leg was indeed tightened by intermittent sutures.

On the operating table, the resident doctor whose name was easily forgotten looked at Li Xiaoning longingly.

The hairy legs that Boss Ling disliked could normally be stitched up by the first assistant. However, Dr. Zhou was not interested in hairy legs or bare legs, so the second assistant was lucky enough to get the job.

In fact, Ling Ran left all the tasks including abdominal confinement to the second assistant, and Dr. Zhou only had to stand aside and provide guidance.

Li Xiaoning's face gradually turned rosy after losing too much blood. Looking at the young and ugly appearance of his second assistant, he said uneasily: "I'll do it if you close your abdomen! Wait until I wash my hands."

Li Xiaoning said and walked out of the operating room.

Professor Huang grabbed her and said, "When was the last time you had your abdomen closed?"

"Four...four years ago?" Li Xiaoning couldn't remember clearly.

Professor Huang shrugged: "I'll close the abdomen."

Then, Professor Huang looked at Director Tao: "You're here, just let me shut up, okay?"

Director Tao said "Hmm" and said to Dr. Zhou and the young resident doctor who couldn't quite remember his name: "Professor Huang is a trauma expert at our University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and the patient is the husband of his colleague."

Dr. Zhou and the junior doctor both said "oh", which was regarded as acquiescence to Professor Huang's participation.

The latter quickly went out to wash his hands, put on gloves when he came back in, and began to perform abdominal sealing.

Doctor Zhou looked at his technique and suddenly asked with great interest: "Professor Huang, when was the last time you had your abdomen closed?"

Professor Huang was stunned for a moment, stood in the position of the surgeon, recalled for a long time, and said: "I can't remember clearly."

"It's been four years, right?"

"Maybe...but I usually do wound suturing, closing the abdomen is trivial." Professor Huang said, lowering his head and turning the patient's belly, his eyes focused like a senior student reviewing college entrance examination questions...

"Professor Huang, do you want me to close the abdomen?" Dr. Zhou said, returning to his position.

Professor Huang gave up his seat.

Dr. Zhou confidently began to close the abdomen layer by layer.

As Professor Huang watched, he slowly recalled a few key points, his expression became more confident, and he asked: "Are you the attending physician? Do Yun Doctor's attending physicians still need to close the abdomen?"

"How is it possible? We don't have so much time to intubate the abdomen." Dr. Zhou's body was filled with salty taste: "The last time I intubated the abdomen was on Thanksgiving Day."

"Thanksgiving this year?"

"Last year," Dr. Zhou said with a smile.

Professor Huang was full of complaints, but he couldn't spit them out. The last time he had abdominal confinement was four years ago, which was even longer than others.

The young resident doctor who was kicked off the operating position timidly raised his hand: "I just performed an abdominal closure last week. Last week, and the week before last, I have done all the abdominal closures."

Li Xiaoning was exhausted. Looking at a room full of unreliable doctors, she wanted to cry, laugh, and cry again.

…

After the patient was sent out of the operating room and into the recovery room, Li Xiaoning sat down on the chair and didn't want to get up.

The recovery room is the territory of the anesthetist, and the patient's family members are not welcome at all.

Professor Huang also followed out and smiled at Li Xiaoning: "Anyway, the man has been saved. Next, he will take Chinese medicine and cultivate himself, and he will be a good man again."

Li Xiaoning forced a smile.

"If you survive a catastrophe, you will have good luck in the future. Look for the good in everything." Director Tao also tried to persuade him and said, "I will go to the emergency room first. If you have any problems, come to me again..."

"Director Tao." Li Xiaoning stopped him and said, "Well, I want to follow you to watch a few more surgeries, is that okay?"

"See... Ling Ran's?"

"yes."

Director Tao hesitated for a moment, nodded, and said: "Okay, you are all in the industry, but it is best to tell Dr. Ling, which is more convenient."

"Can you please give me a recommendation, Director Tao?" Li Xiaoning said with some embarrassment: "I know this request may be a bit excessive..."

"Okay." Director Tao agreed again. Based on his experience, Ling Ran was not averse to requests such as observing surgeries.

Professor Huang was also very interested in Ling Ran's surgery. In the spirit of "Come here, come here", he followed Director Tao and Li Xiaoning to find Ling Ran with great interest.

In the treatment room, Ling Ran and others, who had received a new patient, were sitting around.

"So thick."

"It's disconnected? Can you pick it up?"

"How did it break?"

The faces of several doctors showed unreadable expressions, while the young nurses showed even more excitement and curiosity.

The patient's face was full of grief and despair, and he kept muttering: "My wife learns to dance... My wife learns to dance..."

"Your wife studies dancing, what does it have to do with your ruptured penis?" Yu Yuan finished dealing with the little patient with intussusception and returned to Ling's treatment team again.

Compared with the empathy and sadness of Lu Wenbin and others, Yu Yuan's expression was entirely out of her love for clinical medicine.

The patient closed his eyes, opened them and looked at Yu Yuan, then closed them again, muttering to himself: "My wife said she would pole dance for me and let me lie down..."

The plot that follows immediately makes people wonder.

"I'll try to save one testicle and two balls for you." Ling Ran made a detailed examination on the spot, then looked at the film and made a decision.

The patient's mental power finally gathered: "What does it mean to keep one?"

"The one on the right is definitely necrotic and has no value to be preserved. You have to see the one on the left to be sure." Ling Ran told the truth, which made Professor Huang, Doctor Zhou and others tighten their legs.

The patient resisted death and failed to defeat reality.

As a result, everyone headed to the operating room to see Ling Ran's orchidectomy.

Li Xiaoning looked at Ling Ran's skillful movements and recalled what he said before, and couldn't help but murmured: "Looking at it this way, Dr. Ling's skills should be very good."

"How to say?"

"Doctor Ling said before that he is good at removing the liver, spleen and testicles..." Li Xiaoning paused and pointed to the little meatballs that fell into the tray: "He seems to be really good at it..."

"Well, it's really neat and tidy..." Professor Huang said, and his heart moved: "Don't tell me, Ling Ran's technique is really good, he hits wherever he points..."

Li Xiaoning looked at Professor Huang in confusion.

Professor Huang already asked Ling Ran: "Doctor Ling, have you ever had surgery for testicular cancer?"

Ling Ran's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Professor Huang handsomely: "No, are you a patient with testicular cancer?"

"Testicular 7 pill...can you still get cancer?" Zheng Jun, an intern in Ling's treatment team, was surprised and confused.

"The probability is relatively low, but it does exist." Professor Huang replied with a smile, but the content was chilling.

Ling Ran looked at Professor Huang expectantly.

He now masters four types of resections, namely appendectomy (perfect), liver resection (master), total splenectomy (master) and orchidectomy (master).

Theoretically, Ling Ran could perform surgical resection of primary cancers in these four organs.

However, cancer surgery requires more than ordinary qualifications.

The emergency department is not qualified to treat cancer at all.

Especially for liver cancer, the situation is extremely complicated. Even doctors who perform hepatobiliary surgery have to practice for many years before they can perform the operation, so there is no room for Ling Ran to perform.

In comparison, cancers of the spleen, appendix and testicles are relatively simple, but they are still... rarely encountered, and if they are encountered, they are not eligible for surgery.

Professor Huang laughed twice: "There is a patient with testicular cancer in our hospital. He has many concerns and has been taking traditional Chinese medicine recently..."

"That's right..." Ling Ran nodded. If he doesn't want to undergo surgery, there's nothing he can do.

"Actually, I think you can talk to him." Professor Huang said: "You are both young people, so maybe it is easier to talk to him. You can talk to him and persuade him."

Dr. Zhou gritted his teeth and tried not to laugh.

Everyone around them gritted their teeth and tried not to laugh.
Chapter completed!