Ling Ran was somewhat used to the abruptness of the system, so he paused for a moment and continued as if nothing had happened.

The thin Doctor Xiong raised his head and glanced at Ling Ran, then shouted: "Juanzi, come here and help."

He had retired from the hospital almost 10 years ago, but he also knew what a newly graduated intern was like and didn't expect Ling Ran to really be able to help.

Juanzi is the signature nurse of Xiagou Clinic. There is only one nurse in Xiagou Clinic. She weighs 180 pounds and can support two people.

The old wooden floor makes a thumping sound, which means Juanzi is moving quickly, giving people a very sense of security.

"What to do?" Juanzi's voice was also powerful and deep.

"Let's re-bandage Boss Yang's wound." Doctor Xiong said, directing Boss Yang to sit in the treatment room, and then dispersed the crowd watching the excitement.

Ling Ran followed the situation and followed the treatment room.

As for patients with only stab wounds, he has handled more than a dozen cases today and is already quite confident.

The treatment room of the small clinic is usually used for injections and stitches removal. There is a large hospital nearby. Ordinary people are willing to go to the emergency room to have their wounds stitched, but when it comes time to remove the stitches, they are too lazy to register.

Of course, in accordance with the requirements of the health department, the small clinic is also equipped with appropriate debridement, suturing and disinfection equipment.

While Dr. Xiong slowly opened the towel wrapped by Boss Yang's hand, Ling Ran prepared a large suture bag.

Needle holder, toothless forceps, toothed forceps, curved scissors, straight scissors, tissue forceps, vascular forceps, cloth forceps...

Ling Ran counted them one by one.

Suturing is the simplest surgical treatment, but it is also a minor operation and requires certain instruments.

"Let me help you with it quickly. Disinfect first..." Doctor Xiong washed his hands, took out the hydrogen peroxide, and prepared to pour it on Boss Yang's wound.

Wow.

Ling Ran turned on the faucet and started washing his hands in seven steps...

Dr. Xiong snorted and suppressed the cough in his throat, and said: "Xiao Ran, let's do a simple disinfection and stop the bleeding."

Ling Ran turned around and smiled. He had nothing to explain. There were some things that couldn't be explained in words.

Doctor Xiong could not ignore the bleeding palms, but instead focused on what Ling Ran was doing with his hands.

After two sentences, Doctor Xiong still focused his attention on Boss Yang's palm, and while pouring disinfectant, he said: "You were cut by a knife. The advantage is that it is easy to debridement, but the disadvantage is that the wound is relatively deep.

, it is very likely that the tendon has been injured, it is best to go to Yunhua Hospital to see..."

"Let me take over." Ling Ran watched Doctor Xiong complete the disinfection steps, put on gloves, sat on the chair next to Doctor Xiong, and gently turned Boss Yang, who then faced him in astonishment.

Ling Ran.

Doctor Xiong and Juanzi even looked at each other.

As a neighbor, Boss Yang naturally knew Ling Ran and knew that he had studied in medical school. However, the gap between studying and doing work was very clear to the public.

Boss Yang endured the pain and said, "Ling Ran, I can't say this is a minor injury."

"It's just the palm, it hasn't been cut off yet, it's not too heavy." Ling Ran said something comforting to himself.

Boss Yang muttered the word "cut off" and suddenly felt uneasy.

Most patients have a certain understanding of common diseases. Many patients received in the emergency department are caused by accidents and have no corresponding understanding of their own conditions. Most of them rely on the doctor's opinion.

Boss Yang looked at Dr. Xiong hesitantly.

In medical institutions, patients are very easily influenced by doctors. They do not have the corresponding knowledge reserves, and they themselves are facing major or minor crises, so they can easily be influenced by professionals or people who appear to be professionals.

For Boss Yang, normally he should go to a big hospital to treat his wounds, but carrying a bleeding wound for ten kilometers was obviously still a bit daunting.

In contrast, Doctor Xiong was even more suspicious. He changed his title and said, "Ling Ran, we still focus on safety..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ling Ran was already holding the tweezers and starting to operate them.

Boss Yang yelled "Ouch".

"Inject anesthesia after debridement. It is less likely to cause secondary infection. Just be patient." Ling Ran said, then turned around and said with a smile: "Sister Juanzi, please get 2% lidocaine and dilute it to 1%."

.In addition, prepare a little more hydrogen peroxide and complex iodine.”

Debridement and suturing were basically the same process, and Ling Ran didn't have any unnecessary details, so he just started the operation step by step.

Seeing that Dr. Xiong didn't respond, Juanzi followed suit.

In fact, Ling Ran was already using the scissors, and Doctor Xiong had to hesitate even if he wanted to object.

Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't matter if he thought about it for half a minute or more.

But with Ling Ran's master-level butt stitching skills, one minute was long enough to sew dozens of stitches.

Speaking of which, Boss Yang's injury is not considered a minor injury. Cutting off the tendon will affect the function of the hand. If the suture is not done well, it is possible that the hand will become weak in the future and may not be able to do delicate work.

If he was sent to the emergency department of Yunhua Hospital, the attending doctor would probably send him to hand surgery for treatment.

From a doctor's point of view, Boss Yang's injury is actually more serious than that of Brother Yang who was chopped.

However, to Ling Ran, there is not much difference.

The master-level butt suture technique he has mastered is better than most doctors in Yunhua Hospital, and it is much better.

Suturing tendons is a challenge for the emergency department doctors of Yunhua Hospital, but it is an ordinary business for the surgical department.

For Ling Ran, it was even easier.

Boss Yang runs a noodle shop and has relied on his craftsmanship for more than ten years. In other words, he needs a fully functional hand to work.

When sent to the hospital, he may receive ideal sutures, but he may also receive only average medical care.

Ling Ran believes that his technology can reduce the chance of negative consequences to the greatest extent.

He sewed very carefully, and his speed was slower than in the emergency room, but the effect was outstanding.

"It's sewn up. I'll bandage it for you now. Keep the wound away from water and remember to change the dressing..." Ling Ran warned as usual.

Doctor Xiong next to him was dumbfounded and thought to himself: Is Yunda Medical College really so awesome?

As far as he knew, after graduating from a medical school as an intern, going to a hospital as a trainee for two years, and then as a resident doctor for another two years, they might not be able to perform such sutures independently.

Ling Jie Zhou was more direct. He rubbed his hands and said excitedly: "Son, at your level, you are qualified to come to our clinic for treatment."

Although he is not a doctor himself, he is well-informed. The most important thing is that Dr. Xiong supervised the entire process, which in itself is enough to reassure him.

Ling Ran said: "I still want to do an internship."

"It would be nice if I could help save some salary." Ling Jiezhu sighed.

Dr. Xiong was unmoved and said calmly: "The salary cannot be less."

Ling Jiezhu said "Hey" and wanted to go forward to argue, but he heard someone yelling behind him:

"Dad, Dad, where are you?"

Soon enough, a strong figure was seen running towards him.

"It's sewn, it's fine." Boss Yang pointed to his half-bandaged hand and forced a smile.

Boss Yang felt uneasy, and his son became even more nervous. His eyes widened and he asked, "Didn't we call an ambulance? Why are they being sewn here?"

"They've already done it in the clinic, why send me to the hospital?" As a neighbor, Boss Yang felt somewhat embarrassed and said weakly: "Huzi, don't be anxious..."

"Can I not be anxious? It will take a lifetime to lose a hand. Can a big hospital compare with a small clinic?" Yang Hu looked at Doctor Xiong and Ling Ran who were wearing white coats aggressively. Finally, his eyes locked on Doctor Xiong.

, asked: "You dare to do something with such a serious injury? My dad relies on his hands for food. If he can't restore normal functions, you can support my dad for the rest of his life."

Doctor Xiong touched his chin and said vaguely: "Normal function is a big concept..."

"It's sewn up." Ling Ran clapped his hands and said, "The operation went well. You can take him to the hospital for examination. Pay attention to activities and rehabilitation after the operation. There is a high chance that he will return to normal functions."

"Does that mean there is still a possibility of recovery?" Yang Hu was even more dissatisfied.

Ling Ran frowned, but before he could speak, his father stopped him.

Ling Jiezhu knew his son's character very well, so he pulled him behind his back and immediately said to Yang Hu: "The possibility of not being able to recover does exist, but the chance is very low. It's just like buying a lottery ticket. If it does happen, we will deal with it."

method, isn’t it?”

Yang Hu's momentum was stagnated by what he said. Is there a high chance of refuting it? Doesn't that mean he cursed his father?

"Huzi, our Xiagou Clinic has been open for decades, and we have treated thousands of old neighbors. When did you see us messing around and causing problems? We don't do things we are not sure about.

"Ling Jiezhu didn't speak quickly, but he was very contagious.

Yang Hu's anger subsided a little. Indeed, although Xiagou Clinic is a small clinic, it is a small clinic in an alley. Before he went to college, he had a headache and fever, so he came here to see it.

"As for your father's injury, whether it's serious or minor, the ambulance didn't come at that time, and I don't know whether there will be a traffic jam when it comes or whether there will be a traffic jam when it passes by. We have the ability to handle it, so we decided to handle it.

I can't just watch him bleed like this." Ling Jiezu didn't know any medical skills, but he made people feel for him.

He patted Yang Hu on the shoulder and said, "Don't be anxious. Since you're not at ease, just take your father to the hospital for a checkup. If you check it out and think there's no problem, come back to us to pay the medical expenses, okay?"

"You have said both good and bad things." Yang Hu couldn't lose his temper and thought about it: "I will take my dad to a big hospital for a checkup to see if there is any remedy. If there is no problem, forget it. If there is,

Problem..."

He didn't say any more, and angrily picked up his father, put him on the wheelchair at the door of the clinic, and pushed him away...

Juanzi tried to stop him as soon as he put his hand in, but was blocked by Ling Jiezhu.

"Don't worry, we are doing neighborhood business. We can just come back when the time comes." Ling Jiezu, who has been running a clinic for 30 years, has been through all the storms and waves, and his mood is quite stable.
Chapter completed!