"The operation is very successful, but you still need to stay in IU for a few days. After the condition stabilizes, you will be transferred to the ordinary ward..." Ling Ran walked out of the gate of the surgical corridor and was blocked by Xiaofeng, and explained it without any ambiguity.

Zuo Cidian stood in front of him, without blocking Ling Ran.

Zuo Cidian, who was born in the town health center, pays more attention to people. From his perspective, Xiaofeng is more in line with the doctor's evaluation of a good patient. She does a perfect basis such as not crying or making a fuss and signing obediently. She can bear and understand the high expenses of the hospital, and has her own expectations for the progress of the disease...

In contrast, Ling Ran said more certainly, so it is nothing.

Zuo Cidian actually envied Ling Ran. Of course, it was natural to envy Ling Ran. However, when he heard that the operation was "very" successful, Zuo Cidian was quite moved for a moment.

At present, there are fewer and fewer doctors who dare to speak like this, and the younger and more educated doctors are, the more they know how to protect themselves.

Well, the young highly educated doctor was promoted to a very fast time. Zuo Cidian felt uncomfortable when he thought of this.

Xiaofeng slightly digested the news he had just obtained, with a slightly happy face and a little unbelievable cowardly saying, "It doesn't matter if I live in iu. I'm very satisfied if I can look at Xiao Dai now..."

In the wholesale market, Xiaofeng, who had also quarreled with the truck driver, was so quiet that she could not be as small as she could. She whispered with anticipation: "Well, Dr. Ling, if the surgery is successful now, will Xiao Dai wake up?"

"After the anesthesia is over, there should be a high probability of waking up." Ling Ran gave another relatively positive answer.

Xiao Dai fell into a coma after liver metastasis. Now that he has successfully completed the liver surgery, he will naturally wake up. However, with such a large operation, the risk of anesthesia is undoubtedly. In this regard, although Ling Ran has a perfect level of anesthesia care, he can only intervene slightly.

After all, if you really want to talk about it, anesthesia-related topics may be more complicated than a certain type of surgery alone. They are not a surgeon, but can only master nursing skills.

Xiaofeng finally showed a complete smile on her face and asked again: "Will you be able to speak when you wake up?"

Ling Ran replied: "Of course it is possible under normal circumstances. Well, the operation did not touch the patient's voice..."

"Cough cough." Zuo Cidian finally interrupted the stupid conversation between good patients and good doctors, saying: "What Dr. Ling can confirm now is the situation of liver and gastric combined surgery. The specific recovery of the patient still needs to cooperate."

"I know, I know." Xiaofeng nodded repeatedly: "It's great to be able to speak. I just need to say a few more words to Xiao Dai, talk, and say a few more words, and I'll be very satisfied."

As he said that, Xiaofeng's tears were already flowing out of strength, blurring his vision, and looking at Ling Ran's face, it was like a cloud of light and mist."Thank Dr. Ling." Xiaofeng's voice was a little hoarse.

"If you have any situation, you can contact me if you find a bed doctor." Ling Ran did not interfere with the intensive care unit and interfered with Xiao Dai's postoperative recovery.

For emergency centers, the level of perioperative nursing is certainly not comparable to that of intensive care departments.

Xiaofeng nodded again and wanted to say a lot, but she didn't know how to express it.

A treasure chest of sincere gratitude appeared in front of Ling Ran.

For Ling Ran, he received a clear hint from the patient's family.

Ling Ran nodded and said to Zuo Cidian next to him: "Give a pig's trotter to the patient's family, I'll go and rest first."

After saying that, Ling Ran turned around and left.

Zuo Cidian was stunned for a moment, took out one of the big pig's trotter lunch boxes that Ling Ran had just brought, handed them to Xiaofeng, and smiled, saying, "We Dr. Ling have not eaten a grain of rice since we have had surgery in the morning, so I have brought it to him... You should have not eaten anything from morning to night, so you should have eaten a pig's trotter to keep your stomach first."

Xiaofeng took it blankly.

Zuo Cidian thoughtfully said to himself: "I have seen many doctors who do not accept gifts from patients' families. I am really the only one who forwards the patients' families to dinner."

"Oh...thank you, thank you..." Xiaofeng was stunned. If another doctor had changed, she would even doubt whether the other party had fallen in love with her, so she had to try hard to please her.

However, Xiaofeng definitely dared not think so for a doctor like Ling Ran.

"Why, why?" Xiaofeng couldn't help but ask.

Zuo Cidian naturally didn't know it, but just looked at Xiaofeng's expression, then looked at the pig's trotter in his hand, shrugged, and said, "Doctor, parents' hearts."

"Does the doctor's parents' heart?" Xiaofeng has been in the hospital for a long time, but she doesn't really believe this sentence. However, holding the warm pig's trotter in her hand, she is extremely willing to believe this sentence when she thinks of her husband who is turning back to IU.

Patients need doctors, and their parents’ hearts, and patients’ families may need them even more.

Zuo Cidian quickly caught up with Ling Ran.

In the corridor, there were patients and families who greeted Ling Ran, as well as doctors and nurses standing on both sides to say hello to each other.

Zuo Cidian followed Ling Ran silently. Suddenly, he didn't want to speak out very much, but just wanted to follow Ling Ran, quiet, peaceful, proud and pure.

...

Visiting room.

The little doctors dispersed quietly, just like when they came, no one cared, no one asked, no one cared, no one knew.

The director of the National Foreign Studies University sat in a quiet position on the chair, silently peeling an orange.

He peeled the oranges very carefully, not only did he peel them, but he also peeled off all the white silk on them.

Huo Congjun sat next to him, watching him peel the orange peel and the white silk.

"Focus on the light." Huo Congjun waited for a while, and saw that the director of the National Foreign Studies University had not yet spoken, so he simply provided conditions for peeling oranges.

The director of the National Foreign Studies University smiled, but didn't say anything, and still took care of his oranges.

Several large floor-to-ceiling table lamps were placed in front of the first row, revealing the orange-red oranges.

"When we were studying, the teacher often asked us to peel oranges." The director of the National UAU peeled orange petals from head to end, from left to right, as if he was dealing with a piece of liver.

Huo Congjun cooperated with "happy" and said, "Why?"

"It's just that we can practice patience. An orange petal must be peeled cleanly and nothing else can be left behind. Moreover, we are often required to wear gloves and use tweezers to peel them. In one group competition, we often have to peel a bag of oranges in one afternoon."

"Then you have a good time."

The director of the National Foreign Studies University smiled and shook his head: "The teacher's youngest son likes to eat oranges, and does not like to eat white silk on it. Moreover, the oranges are all bought by the teacher."

"Oh, then your teacher is quite reasonable."

"That's right." The director of the General Foreign Affairs University smiled and said, "I felt uncomfortable at the time, but I became accustomed to peeling oranges. After a while, I was still anxious."

"Oh……"

"Ling Ran is also a patient doctor." Director of the General Foreign Affairs University looked up at Huo Congjun: "A patient doctor can perform surgical procedures."

"That's right."

"I just don't know if he has the patience to wait for you for another 10 years." The director of the General Administration University of Foreign Affairs suddenly sighed and smiled with concern.

Huo Congjun was stunned. He would have to retire for 10 years. If he did not retire, no matter how high the other doctors in the emergency department had to hire a chief physician, but they could not become the department director.

"Ling Ran is only in his twenties." Huo Congjun turned his head and smiled.

"This is a combined liver gastrectomy." The director of the General Foreign Affairs University smiled even more: "Age? As long as today's patients survive, someone will dare to open a hospital for him the next day."

Huo Congjun's face suddenly turned dark.

"I have no other meaning." The voice of the director of the National Foreign Studies University suddenly dropped, but pointed to the TV screen on his head and said, "I don't know what the spread of these fancy things you have made, but the towering trees that our doctor Yun grew up cannot be used as a key to other hospitals."
Chapter completed!