Hepatobiliary Surgery Ward.

The two green ivy plants seemed to be wilted by the sun, standing hand in hand on the windowsill, looking up at the sky, covered in green faces.

The patient lying on the hospital bed also had a tired face, dark circles, white lips, rough skin and drooping cheeks, as if he had been randomly dealt with by an unemployed funeralist.

"The rounds were checked." A doctor knocked on the door and walked in.

"Have you checked the room?" My best friend sitting next to the hospital bed was playing with her mobile phone, a little dissatisfied with the interruption of the game.

"The surgeon comes and see it." The doctor explained softly, then stood on the side of the patient.

Xiaoling, lying on the hospital bed, raised her eyelids and waited for her best friend to complain unyieldingly.

The hospital is very boring. She doesn’t want to stay in the hospital, and her best friend doesn’t want to come to bed. Now a little doctor comes to her home and asks her best friend to complain, and she will feel more relaxed.

There was only a rustling sound of walking in the room, and I don’t know how many doctors walked in.

The best friend's reprimand did not appear. If there weren't any slight panting, Xiaoling would have wondered if she had had a myocardial infarction.

She raised her neck and looked towards the ward door.

At this glance, Xiaoling's neck froze.

Such a handsome doctor? Is it certain that I am not making a movie?

It's impossible. There is no such handsome guy in the movie. If there were any, the best friend group would have exploded long ago, and everyone would definitely book a movie to watch.

Zhang Anmin, who was standing by the bed, showed a flattering smile: "Doctor Ling, this is the patient Li Ling, non-stone cholecystitis, is healthy in the past, age..."

"Wait!" Li Ling on the hospital bed sat up suddenly, and said loudly as if she was a zombie, "How can you tell the age of a girl?"

Zhang Anmin was stunned and said, "I am introducing your medical records to Dr. Ling."

"That's not OK!" Li Ling shook her head tenaciously, then put her hair in her hand, and then said to her best friend next to her: "Mirror, give me a mirror."

My best friend looked at the foggy secretions in the corners of her eyes, her dry hair, and her bare face without makeup. She felt soft and said, "The mirror is placed in the bathroom."

"That mobile phone, mobile phone." Li Ling was extremely anxious.

A group of doctors looked at Li Ling on the bed with calm eyes, as if she was looking at a patient.

"This patient must have a good preoperative conversation, and the preoperative consent form must be signed with more than two copies." Zuo Cidian reminded him.

Zhang Anmin nodded: "I will ask someone to notify her family."

"You have to check it yourself. When signing, you either be present or ask them to take a photo, otherwise it won't count."

"No problem, the people under your command are doing well now." Zhang Anmin said as he looked at Ling Ran, his forehead flashing.

Zuo Cidian glanced at the door with the corner of his eyes, where two or three doctors from the hepatobiliary surgery department were squeezed, all looking at the ward with strange eyes.

Zuo Cidian was not nervous, just to prevent problems before they happened. The doctors from the emergency center ran to the ward of the hepatobiliary surgery department to check the rounds. There were only two or three kittens in the hepatobiliary surgery department to watch, which was already a very harmonious scene.

"Look at the biochemical report." Ling Ran noticed the patient's poor skin and hair condition, so he still wanted to confirm it again.

Zhang Anmin stretched out his hand back, and the resident doctor of the hepatobiliary surgery quickly took out the report, and a group of people were in a panic.

After Zhang Anmin became the deputy chief physician, he also had his own subordinates. Although he was unable to lead a treatment group alone, he was still relatively independent.

In the Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery, the remaining doctors from the He Department did not need to hesitate and followed Zhang Anmin's pace.

From attending to deputy chief physician, it seems that it has only been upgraded to one level, but in the hospital environment, it is very different. If extreme situations occur, Zhang Anmin can even temporarily act as the department director. If you are lucky, there will be some people who have been temporarily in one go for two or three years.

For several young doctors who defected to Zhang Anmin in the hepatobiliary surgery department, this is a bottom line. Maybe everyone is the minister of the second department of Hepatobiliary. Even if they are called Erwuzi, everyone is willing to do so. If they want them to come to see, Ling Ran was able to rank Zhang Anmin as the deputy chief physician, and his energy was already shocking.

Ling Ran took the report and everyone looked at Ling Ran.

Li Ling and her best friend were even more greedy to see each other.

"You can do it. It's a little malnourished." Ling Ran nodded, thought for a while, and then asked, "I'll do a physical examination for you and touch your abdomen. Is it OK?"

"Okay, okay." Li Ling was so excited that Ling Ran applied alcohol gel, then lifted the lower collar of the sick gown by herself, touched her smooth belly, and pretended to be embarrassed: "My skin may not be very good, mainly because I don't like to take care of it."

Her best friend stood beside the bed, and her mouth was habitually flattened, looking cute as she had practiced in the mirror.

She knew that Li Ling paid more attention to taking care of her waist. Because she often went to nightclubs, she had good makeup on her face and was able to see if her waist was good. Therefore, Li Ling always had to apply facial mask to her belly on weekdays.

This time, if Li Ling hadn't known that she could have a laparoscopic surgery without leaving any scars, even if she was in pain, she wouldn't have come to the hospital to get a gallbladder removed.

In comparison, Li Ling did not take the sequelae of not eating fat after cutting the gallbladder.

Ling Ran silently gave Li Ling abdomen physical examination and said, "If it hurts, tell me."

"Ah... it hurts a little." Li Ling gasped.

The young doctors who were guarding the bedside all their faces changed, but they looked up at Li Ling's face, and their faces changed again.

"My...skin...is it too rough?" Li Ling asked Ling Ran gasping.

"No." Ling Ran answered as usual, his expression remained unchanged.

Li Ling smiled.

Lu Wenbin stood a little further away and did not look at Li Ling's abdomen. He just looked at Li Ling's face and said in a comforting tone: "We are doctors and treat patients of all ages. Even old ladies are no exception. Your skin is good."

Li Ling's face collapsed instantly. If she were in the nightclub the night before yesterday, the boy next to her would know that it was time to coax her.

Lu Wenbin showed a honest and modest smile, as if he had pulled 10 100 kilograms in one breath in the gym.

"Appoint surgery tomorrow morning." Ling Ran had a physical examination, got up again, wiped his hands with alcohol gel, and said, "Dr. Zhang is his assistant."

"Okay." Zuo Cidian immediately marked the notebook. Using Zhang Anmin as an assistant means that the gallbladder condition is relatively complicated, and extra attention is needed in terms of nursing.

"The next one is in the next ward." Zuo Cidian put away the notebook and signaled the doctor in front to go out.

Ling Ran nodded, surrounded by doctors, and left the ward in a mighty manner.

Li Ling lay on the hospital bed, showing a beautiful smile. After a long time, she felt itchy at the corners of her eyes. She rubbed her eyes hard, and her fingers suddenly stopped.

Li Ling got up from the hospital bed with a wheel, reached out to take off the infusion bag, and rushed into the bathroom.

Her best friend sighed leisurely, put down her cell phone, opened the hair in her ears, and then tightly covered her ears.

After a few seconds.
Chapter completed!