The task completion rate became 1/10, which made Ling Ran feel good.

"Dr. Zhou, what do you think?"

Ling Ran asked specifically. He didn't think his sewing was fast or good.

In fact, his medical judgment is still at the level of an intern.

This kind of thing must be seen a lot in order to establish a correct understanding.

Just like the natives who hunt all year round in the mountains, they only know whether they are running fast or slow only after competing and communicating with others.

Doctor Zhou glanced at Ling Ran suspiciously, wondering if he was joking.

If you are just teasing yourself, you shouldn’t do it in front of the patient. If you are not teasing yourself...why ask such a question.

Could it be that... he was asking for praise? Or was he just showing off to himself?

Dr. Zhou had all kinds of thoughts in his mind in an instant.

Normal surgeons will do some strange things.

Those who play symphony music, rock music, hip-hop, and Guo Degang's cross talk in the operating room are all normal surgeons. Those who like to tell and listen to dirty jokes are even more essential attributes for surgeons.

Doctors who like to curse, and doctors who like to be praised - this mainly depends on their medical skills. If you have good skills, you are naturally qualified to curse, and you can also ask everyone in the operating room to praise you...

Dr. Zhou was inexplicably unhappy. He guessed that the young doctor in front of him was an expert from a certain local hospital who came to Yunhua for exchanges.

For the same internship, interns, regular trainees and exchange doctors in local hospitals are different.

Dr. Zhou thought that if a local hospital had such technology, it would probably be praised a lot in the operating room, and it was understandable that he would show off his faults.

I took the initiative to sew, probably because I wanted to show off my skills.

However, even if your skills are amazing, I am not your junior in the department, so do I still have to flatter you?

Dr. Zhou hummed in his heart several times, then raised his head, forced out a smile, and said: "The suturing was perfect..."

In his heart, Dr. Zhou lamented his own depravity again: Alas, social people will become more and more social, and the experts from other hospitals will not offend if they can.

Stepping in the quagmire of the secular world, Dr. Zhou missed the passing of youthful dreams and integrity, while pretending to be calm and asked: "We have never met before, how do we call him?"

He guessed that people showed their skills and naturally wanted to leave a name. It was like a certain hero who went to great lengths to break a big rock, uproot a weeping willow, kill a tiger, etc., isn't it just to be famous?

?

Dr. Zhou decided to cooperate for the sake of his skills.

As an intern, Ling Ran naturally responded, "I'm Ling Ran. I was just assigned to the emergency department yesterday."

"Ling Ran." Dr. Zhou desperately recalled.

"Doctor Ling, your hands are so slender, they are particularly suitable for being a surgeon." The young nurse Wang Jia usually treats the interns with courtesy, but she is attracted by Ling Ran's good looks without any resistance, and even does not hesitate to use "

"Doctor" to call him.

You know, if a medical student who has just started an internship is called "doctor" by a patient, his whole body will float up, as if he is in the clouds.

If you can be called "doctor" by other doctors or nurses, the clouds formed by the medical students will immediately shake off and rain.

Ling Ran was also very happy and gave Nurse Wang Jia a big smile.

Little nurse Wang Jia's whole body is soft and soft.

"Doctor Zhou, are you free? There are patients coming to bed three." Another nurse came over and called.

There is never a shortage of patients in the emergency room. The patient with a knife in the chest is anxious, and the patient with a light bulb stuck in his mouth is also anxious.

Doctor Zhou nodded and followed the nurse. Ling Ran followed behind him without hesitation.

Being an intern means taking every opportunity you can.

Wang Jia was also called away by other nurses. The doctor was as busy as the doctor, and the nurses were also not relaxed.

Dr. Zhou was not happy to have experts from other hospitals accompanying him, but he didn't say anything.

The nurse who came to look for the patient had no objection at all. She just glanced at Ling Ran and introduced the patient's condition: "San Bed reported that someone cut her head and caused bleeding for more than an hour. She drank alcohol, was not comatose, and had no nausea.

Vomiting, no bleeding from the mouth, nose and external auditory canal, no impairment of physical movement..."

When I arrived at the third bed, I saw a young man with tattoos on his arms. He had triangular eyes, a flat nose, and strong muscles. His legs were crossed on the bed. He pressed the gauze tightly to the left side of his head with one hand and grinned.

Chatting and joking with two social guys of similar age.

"Oh, the doctor is here. Doctor, look at my eldest brother..." The man accompanying the bed was a little older. When he saw the white coat, his voice suddenly became louder: "My eldest brother is being chased and chopped by hundreds of people.

If he wasn’t good at it, he wouldn’t be able to survive today, so you have to sew him up..."

"If you don't get out of the way, what do I think?" Dr. Zhou was speechless for a while, and then said: "The patient's family members should go out and wait. I will call you if anything happens."

"No, we have to watch here." The two boys shook their heads resolutely, their eyes as wide as copper bells.

"The place here is so small, you stand and let me know how to operate it." Dr. Zhou had encountered a similar situation, and his words were tepid.

Doctors cannot choose their patients, especially doctors in the emergency department. The doctor-patient relationship they face is even more complicated, and they really can't be anxious or anxious.

The two younger brothers shook their heads like rattles: "Brother, there is no one in front of me..."

"Just leave one person to pay, and the other person will wait outside." Dr. Zhou's voice was calm.

"I already paid the money just now!" The two boys were a little panicked.

"The injury is so serious, you will definitely have to pay back. Just leave one of you alone."

Dr. Zhou said something, then stretched out his hand to pull it, and the two boys obediently moved away.

After a while, it disappeared without a trace.

However, the peace Dr. Zhou expected did not come.

After the flower-armed brother received local anesthesia, he felt very refreshed. While undergoing debridement, he boasted about his combat history.

When he spoke, the wound would tremble. Dr. Zhou gave a few reminders, but he couldn't stop his forgetful nature.

After reluctantly debriding, Dr. Zhou was sweating profusely. He put down the forceps and warned again: "Now we have to suture, so don't talk. Otherwise, what will happen if the needle is inserted in the wrong position?"

"If the needle is inserted in the wrong position, it is a medical malpractice, and you will have to pay for it." Brother Huaji was unmoved and said: "It is your business to treat the injury, and you have to do it well. Guan Yu and Guan Yunchang scraped the bones to heal the injury and drank and drank.

Rou, let’s chat and play chess, Bian Que didn’t say no, right?”

Doctor Zhou looked at the sky speechlessly: "It is Hua Tuo who scrapes the bones and heals the wounds."

"Bah, I don't know about other things. I don't know anything about my second brother. How come you are still a cultured person? Hua Tuo scrapes bones to heal his wounds? You are laughing your ass off."

"Hua Tuo... forget it." Doctor Zhou turned around and asked Ling Ran, "Will you suture me?"

If a master from outside the academy comes to show off his skills, then give him a difficult one.

Doctor Zhou secretly thought about various outcomes.

Ling Ran walked forward without hesitation.

In the eyes of interns, every practice opportunity is as precious as a newly purchased inflatable doll.

"Please turn it sideways." Ling Ran adjusted his position and picked up the needle pliers.

The flower-armed brother had noticed the young Ling Ran a long time ago, and said with dissatisfaction: "Why did you change the person? Let me tell you, I have been to many hospitals. If you can't sew today's wound, you will all

Don’t even think about having a good time…”

The eldest brother was talking incessantly when he suddenly noticed that Dr. Zhou's expression did not belong to him, and he became even more dissatisfied: "Hey, what's your expression!"

Doctor Zhou retracted his chin that almost dropped to the ground, looked at Ling Ran in shock, and then said to the flower-armed brother: "Your wound has been stitched up."

Suturing the head was not difficult at all in the surgeon's eyes, but it was the first time he had seen such a sultry operation such as quickly completing the suturing while the other party was talking.

If similar technology is really useful, it would have to be a very high-end surgery. For example, in extracardiac surgery where the heart is constantly beating, the suturing of blood vessels and even the mitral valve may face an unstable environment.

However, it would be too wasteful to use such a difficult suturing technique on a bare skull.

Ling Ran had just finished inserting needles under the skin, tying knots with forceps, and suturing intermittently, so he didn't feel like it was a waste.

He put away the equipment in a handsome manner, twisted the flower-armed brother's head twice, like twisting the head of a toy Transformer, and said with satisfaction: "It's perfect."

In the mirror, the flower-armed brother's head wound was only stained with blood. The fine sutures perfectly held the wound. If you don't look carefully, you can't determine the location at all.

With Ling Ran's character, he had to be stitched like this in order to relax his mind.

What bothered him the most in school were the girls who sewed bananas with bumps. They were not pretty at all.

"This is faster than cutting. Well, the sewing is good and all right..." The flower-armed brother has been in and out of the hospital all year round. He is also a knowledgeable person. He sighed with emotion and immediately said: "Doctor, please give me a business card. Let's

If anything happens, I will come to you."

Ling Ran was really moved, but politely declined: "I don't have a business card. But, I work in the hospital."

The flower-armed brother slapped his thigh and said, "That's it. I'm going to kill a few more people. If any brothers are injured, I'll send them to you."

After saying that, he jumped out of bed, waved his two big colorful arms, and shouted: "Brothers, let's cut it back."

"Cut it back! Cut it back!" Outside the emergency room, another kid with flowery arms came at some point, and their voices sounded like a family.

Ling Ran looked at the task completion rate of 2/10, and felt a little bit hopeful for some reason.
Chapter completed!