Chen Tong looked at the pitch pine trees downstairs and unconsciously touched his waist.

My waist doesn't hurt, my back doesn't hurt, my cervical spine...well, my cervical spine still hurts the same...it seems to be more painful.

Could it be that I slept on the wrong pillow during the operation?

Chen Tong looked at the pine trees below and fell into thinking.

"Old Chen, are you awake?" Wang Cheng, who was in the next bed, held his waist and said hello.

"Wake up." Chen Tong was too lazy to turn his neck, still staring at the pitch pine downstairs.

The needles of Pinus tabulaeformis are slightly dense, and when viewed from above, they are covered with dense dust, giving it a slightly dirty feel.

Chen Tong couldn't help but laugh twice in his heart: How can the pine trees in the city compare to the purity in the mountains...

"You're recovering better than me." Wang Cheng looked at Chen Tong with envy and asked, "It doesn't hurt anymore?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Chen Tong said.

Wang Cheng groaned twice and said, "I'm still hurting here, and it's really painful. I don't know if the surgery performed on me will work."

"Dad, Dr. Ling already said that your operation was successful, didn't Dr. Jin also say that?" The daughter was afraid that Wang Cheng would be in a bad mood, so she hurriedly talked to the side.

Wang Cheng hummed twice: "A successful operation is the first step. Dr. Ling only said that the operation was successful, but did not say what will happen next."

"Didn't Dr. Jin say that the recovery is going well?"

"What Doctor Jin said doesn't count." Wang Cheng curled his lips and said, "You have to listen to the surgeon in charge about this kind of thing."

At this time, Chen Tong turned to look at Wang Cheng and said, "I will have surgery one day earlier than you."

"I feel like you were fine in the past two days." Wang Cheng was still comparing the two people's postoperative conditions, feeling dissatisfied.

Chen Tong smiled: "Whether it's fast or not, it depends on who is thorough in the end."

Wang Cheng shook his head: "I used to say what you said often, but later I realized that the person who is faster first will never be able to catch up with you in the rest of your life."

Chen Tong laughed dumbly, coughed twice, and then subconsciously helped his waist.

The expected pain did not come.

Chen Tong raised his head in surprise and said, "Don't tell me, it's much more comfortable than when I had appendicitis surgery."

"You asked a monkey to do the appendicitis surgery." Wang Cheng made himself laugh, and then took a breath of cold breath in pain: "Mom, we both performed the surgery by the same doctor, why am I like this?

pain."

Chen Tong looked at Wang Cheng, then continued to look at his beloved pine tree: "You are older than me."

Wang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then coughed and breathed in cold air and felt pain.

Afternoon.

The ward on the second floor became quiet.

Both the patient's family members and the nurses who came and went became more gentle.

With the help of the nurse, Chen Tong also covered himself with a quilt and fell into a light sleep.

At 4 o'clock tomorrow morning, and as early as 3 o'clock at the earliest, the doctors will start making rounds. The patients are very concerned about this and are looking forward to it.

Some of these patients who made a special trip to Wuxin City Second Hospital for surgery were invited by Dr. Jin, some came to see Dr. Jin through entrustment, and some were introduced by Dr. Jin because their conditions matched their condition.

But no matter which one it is, when everyone arrives at Wuxin City Second Hospital, they all have a common identity as a patient.

Patients all hope to get better. With such a big premise, it doesn't matter if they get up at 3 a.m. to do ward rounds, or at 4 a.m. to do ward rounds.

In fact, many people are in so much pain that they can't sleep until early in the morning for a long time. In the most severe cases, it can even be difficult to suppress even taking painkillers.

Among the diseases that ordinary people often encounter, stones are also one of the most painful.

Now after surgery, whether or not to get up early in the morning is not at all on everyone's mind. What everyone is concerned about is the condition itself.

Even if there are a few patients invited by Dr. Jin, they will be arranged for ward rounds at the back. No matter how demanding they are, they will not choose to come to Wuxin No. 2 Hospital with others.

On the other hand, those with intrahepatic bile duct stones who have reached the stage of liver resection are all old patients. With their own situation and understanding of the disease, they have some inner expectations of what the doctor can do.

And what Ling Ran did obviously exceeded everyone's expectations.

At least, it exceeded most people's expectations.

This made Ling Ran's reputation become unusually high on the second floor of the Second Hospital of Wuxin City.

3 o'clock in the morning.

Some patients with light sleep have already started to get up, wash up, and communicate with each other:

"Have you met Dr. Ling?"

"Which way did you just come from?"

"You seem to be in good health?"

"You look good too..."

No matter whether it is the patient or the patient's family, they all have smiles on their faces when they meet at this time.

Chen Tong also slowly got down to the ground.

Wearing slippers, he didn't call the nurse. He used crutches and supported the wall, and slowly moved to the bathroom. He tidied up his personal hygiene briefly, opened the door, and walked into the corridor.

At around three o'clock in the morning, the corridor on the second floor was as busy as a fire drill.

"Teacher Chen, are you up?" A patient in a wheelchair looked at Chen Tong as if he was seeing himself in good condition, and greeted him enthusiastically: "You can go to the ground now. It's time to recover."

That’s it.”

"It's okay, but I'm still a little uncomfortable." Chen Tong dawdled, leaning on a cane and holding on to the handrail on the wall. He took a few breaths and said, "The wound is quite itchy. It should be healed soon."

"I don't know when I will be able to walk on my own." The patient in the wheelchair smiled, looked at Chen Tong, and said: "My waist still hurts a little, and I can't see clearly even in the X-ray. Hey, I'm afraid there may be complications or stones.

Not cleaned."

"No matter how serious the complications are, they can't be more serious than liver resection." Chen Tong sighed, stretched out his hand to tease the pothos and spider plants in the corner, and tied a knot on them, just like he was on the scientific expedition team.

Just like tying knots when climbing, he can tie them beautifully with one hand.

"This is Dr. Ling's surgery. Our friend's liver resection was not painful enough after it was done. He has not recovered for several years." The patient in the wheelchair shook his head and said: "Guess why I have been reluctant.

Surgery?”

"Why?"

"I want to save two more years of retirement salary and have a decent funeral." The man became happier as he spoke, patting his wheelchair and laughing.

Chen Tong rolled his eyes and when he wanted to tease another spider plant, a nurse ran over from behind:

"Why did you get out of bed by yourself again?" The nurse complained in her tone, pushing a wheelchair over and helping Chen Tong up.

"I'm basically healed." Chen Tong smiled helplessly.

"Speak to Dr. Ling." The little nurse pointed and saw a group of doctors, already lined up like an arrow, coming over in a mighty manner.

"Doctor Ling."

"Doctor Ling!"

Patients and family members rushed to say hello, and the ward area at four o'clock in the morning was filled with politeness.

Ling Ran showed a smile that was in line with social expectations, and then walked into the ward according to the established order.

"How do you feel?" Ling Ran took a notebook and made routine inquiries and notes.

Behind Ling Ran, Yu Yuan, Zuo Cidian, Lu Wenbin and Ma Yanlin each held a notebook. There was no way, the boss had started to take a notebook, what could the younger brother do?

Ling Ran didn't take notes during ward rounds before. But this time...he wanted to take notes, but no one could do anything about it.

However, Ling Ran did not show the notebook to others, which always made Lu Wenbin and others wonder whether there were any great secrets recorded in it.

Or medical secrets?

Lu Wenbin copied a set of numbers from the monitor and came back, and saw Ling Ran taking notes and lost in thought.

"Doctor Ling?" Lu Wenbin interrupted Ling Ran softly, so as not to have everyone wait for 10 minutes again.

"Well, let's continue." Ling Ran memorized a few more words and said a few words to the patient before nodding and moving forward.

In his field of vision, Ling Ran could see 8/10 prompts.

From the perspective of completing the task, this reminder means that Ling Ran has only completed 80% of the "ultra-high-level surgery" task, and needs to undergo two more ultra-high-level surgeries to complete the task and obtain the intermediate treasure chest.

However, through the task prompts, what Ling Ran saw was the system's evaluation of the surgical level.

From receiving the mission to now, Ling Ran has completed a total of 25 operations, of which 8 were of ultra-high level and 17 did not meet the "ultra-high level" evaluation.

Ling Ran wanted to know, why?

Furthermore, Ling Ran also hopes to improve the surgical methods in order to achieve a super high level of evaluation.

Ling Ran specially prepared a notebook for this purpose.

Normal doctors who have performed surgery cannot get an intuitive evaluation of the surgery.

Whether it is done well or poorly is more of an intuitive guess for ordinary doctors.
To be continued...