"This is Gong Kaijie, Gong painter. His three fingers on his right hand are broken, and there are relatively serious squeeze injuries, the wound is not neat, and the oil pollution on the section is severe..."

The attendee of orthopedics saw Ling Ran and his party coming to "rob" the patient, and his expression was not good. He looked like a lay disciple from Songshan Branch. During the "Love your job and work hard to plant trees and forests", he met the executive vice president of Shaolin DAMO Academy, and was taken away by someone. At this time, he smiled. Is there any other choice?

It’s hard to force myself to jump off the Sashen Cliff in Mount Emei.

It's just a patient with a broken finger. To be honest, if it wasn't assigned here, the main treatment of orthopedics would be too lazy to take over a patient with a broken finger replantation, especially a broken finger replantation with a broken finger. Even if two people do it, they won't be able to get off the operating table for four or five hours.

What can such an eye-consuming and hand-intensive surgery bring to orthopedic doctors? The commission for three Kersey needles? Or is there any experience gained? - The experience of surgical re-planting of broken fingers that cannot be profitable, so orthopedic doctors are too lazy to learn.

A lay disciple can survive by being able to understand the world clearly and clearly.

Ling Ran is not picky about the types of surgery.

He always does whatever he wants to do, and does not consider the cost-effectiveness issue too much, because in terms of his life experience, the price changes of many behaviors and items are so large that he often leaves the category of rationality and can easily lose his judgment.

Ling Ran is more concerned about the operation itself.

"It is not easy to suture the middle section of the middle section of the middle section." Ling Ran turned the patient's palms back and forth three times, and first let out a sound.

The expressions of the patient and the patient's family fell down all of a sudden.

"Well, otherwise, would you please ask Dr. Wang to sew?" Gong Kaijie's wife was about 50 years old. She was dressed in a fashionable and dignified manner, like a very powerful mother-in-law, but now she was a little confused.

The main instructor of orthopedics coughed twice and said hurriedly: "Doctor Ling sewed it better."

As a lay disciple of Songshan Outer Hospital, he definitely did not dare to take advantage of Ling Ran. Yun Dai has had too many cases.

The patient and the patient's family were a little disbelief and looked at the two of them in doubt.

"Didn't you just say that it's okay to stitch it?" The patient's wife asked Wang Zhuyu in a bad tone.

"I mean it can be sewn, Dr. Ling just said it was hard to sew..." Wang Zhuzhi didn't know how to answer the question here.

Ren Qi smiled at this time and said, "Are you there your phone? Search for Dr. Ling Ran's."

"search?"

"You open your mobile browser and enter the word "Doctor Lingran" and there are various introductions." Ren Qi often searched for Lingran's name when he was in the U.S. when he was a general. Unlike other doctors, he was not very good at asking Lingran's news frequently, but he could collect more information from the Internet.

The patient's painful expression was distorted, so he asked his wife to use her mobile phone to search.

Enter the four words "Doctor Ling Ran" into the search engine, and a string of introductions and news were instantly released.

Under ordinary circumstances, ordinary people will not pay attention to doctors' news. However, once modern people get sick, especially after they get seriously ill, they will soon become familiar with well-known doctors in the industry.

In an era when the fees of high-end doctors and ordinary doctors are not far apart, high-end doctors often have more patients and it is difficult to register.

Whenever possible, patients will definitely be happy to see a well-known doctor.

Ling Ran has accumulated enough reputation after day surgery and treatment.

Gong Kaijie and his wife looked at each other, and their eyes changed when they looked at Ling Ran.

"In theory, a famous doctor like Dr. Ling should have sewed better." Gong Kaijie's wife had a little bit of excitement.

Lu Wenbin glanced at the orthopedics attending next to him and smiled and said, "Maybe the standards are different."

In an instant, Gong Kaijie and his wife understood it instantly.

Patient Gong Kaijie raised his head hard, looked at Ling Ran, and said, "Doctor Ling, I am a painter, I have been drawing for my whole life, my fingers are the guy I eat, please help me save it."

His wife also said: "Our Laogong is self-taught, unlike those academic painters, including masters, senior brothers and junior brothers. After so many years, he has just gained some fame. He told me yesterday that he would learn from others and draw a picture for his granddaughter every year in the future...Doctor Ling, you are an expert in cutting your fingers, you must connect his fingers..."

"It's a broken finger replanting." Lu Wenbin corrected it in a low voice, but no one paid attention to him.

Ling Ran pondered for a few seconds, but still shook his head slightly: "It is easy to connect your fingers, but it is estimated that it is very difficult to restore functions, especially to meet the functional needs of the painter, and it cannot be guaranteed."

"It means, I can't draw anymore?" Gong Kaijie was obviously unwilling to accept this reality.

Ling Ran nodded slowly: "In terms of flexibility, it is likely that it is only about 60% of the normal state."

Gong Kaijie's face changed again: "What does 60%...60% mean?"

Lu Wenbin replied on behalf of the company: "If you are a lathe worker, keeping your fingers at 60% level is basically enough. It may be difficult to do particularly precise operations, but the same operation is OK..."

"I don't do a lathe worker in painting!" Gong Kaijie got angry a little, then relaxed a little, saying, "I didn't say how the workers are, but 60% of them...hey..."

"Always... it's better than not being able to pick it up, right?" The wife comforted Gong Kaijie at this time and whispered: "Didn't you say it before? Drawing is not only drawn by hand, but also the idea is very important. Your idea will not change..."

"Hey..." Gong Kaijie didn't know what to say except sighing.

"If you want to have an operation, I suggest you decide as soon as possible." Lu Wenbin paused and said, "To be honest, I called Dr. Ling over because I knew that Mr. Gong was a painter. I can say that Dr. Ling is one of the best, and is from abroad... If you know more about it, you may know that China is one of the best in the technology of broken finger replanting."

The orthopedic attendant standing next to him finally began to feel a little uncomfortable and whispered: "I'll say it all, I'll give people some face."

Lu Wenbin glanced at him and said, "It is better to say that you are not as good as Dr. Ling for replantation. I think it is a compliment."

The Orthopedics' Attendant was stunned for a moment and then breathed a long sigh: "I can't refute your words, but I don't think it's appropriate for you to say that..."

Lu Wenbin looked at the orthopedics as if he was looking at a thin pig's trotter, then looked at the patient and said, "What do you think?"

"We..." Gong Kaijie thought about it and then, and whispered: "I want to see my daughter..."

"I'll call her." The wife took out her cell phone and dialed it out.
Chapter completed!