"Doctor, how about my son?"

The door of the surgical corridor was opened, and the anxious family immediately rushed up. At the front was a father in his 60s, with gray hair and wrinkled cheeks, looking like Zuo Cidian's younger brother.

Several relatives who were chatting enthusiastically also walked over with their hands behind their backs, surrounded the doctor, pretending to be concerned.

Song Shang took a deep breath and said, "There was a small problem during the operation..."

"ah?"

"How could the surgery go wrong?"

"Where is my son? My son..." The 60-year-old father was about to go in, and Lu Wenbin, who was leaning behind him, stopped him.

"The patient is fine, do you listen? If you don't listen, we will leave." Song Shang was experienced and stopped the person without moving.

Lu Wenbin shook his hand and thought to himself: This old man is so powerful.

"Didn't you have any problems?" The father was a little dizzy.

Song Shang said: "The problem has been solved. The main reason is that your son's blood vessels are too fragile. He has not managed his body well and has not paid attention to the three highs problems..."

The patient's family was stunned and a little scared by him.

Song Shang sighed and said again: "During the operation, the patient's liver blood vessels were ruptured. After our hard rescue and a large amount of blood transfusions, the situation has stabilized now, but the next few days will be very critical. As long as the next few days of danger are over, the problem will not be big..."

"Are people still alive?" The patient's father's hands shook.

"Living." Song Shang was kind.

The attitude of doctors to patients with serious illnesses is generally acceptable.

On the other hand, the operation was not smooth, and Song Shang's back could not be hard either.

After saying a few more minutes, the patient and his family slowly dissipated.

Song Shang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, pulled Lu Wenbin back to the operating area, and thanked him again: "Thanks to Dr. Lu just now, you didn't stop him, you still have to make trouble today."

"It should be." Lu Wenbin seemed a little silly at this time and asked: "If there is so much bleeding in the middle, the patient will come here later."

"It's not usually possible." Song Shang said patiently: "This is the case in our domestic hospitals. As long as the person does not die, any problems arise during the operation can be explained and easy to talk about. But if a person dies on the operating table, it will be useless to sign documents and say that he doesn't violate the rules... Haha, you are still young, and you will understand after encountering them a few more times."

Lu Wenbin smiled. He didn't really understand, but understanding is one thing, and experience is another.

"No matter what, it's finally over. Thank you to Dr. Ling and you guys for this trip." As Song Shang spoke, he pulled Lu Wenbin into a preparatory room at the corner and stuffed an envelope to him: "A little hard work, please give it to Dr. Lu."

Lu Wenbin hesitated for a moment and asked, "Where did this money be paid?"

The flying knife has the cost of flying knife, and the rescue is also a flying knife. Although the flying process is saved, the focus is not on this.

However, the flying knife is not as urgent as the rescue. It is often negotiated with the patient and asked the patient to give it out. The patient who is unwilling to give it out can naturally be invited to ask Gao Ming again. Of course, if the disease that our hospital is eager to do and the patient's family conditions are not good, it can also be paid from the department's funding.

However, it is not that simple to save the situation.

Rescue is an operation that the doctor expected to do, but there was a mistake. At this time, the patient was lying on the operating table and his life was unknown, so naturally there was no possibility of asking for another cleverness. It was even more likely to get into trouble when talking about the cost of the flying knife during the operation.

Lu Wenbin knew this truth, and Song Shang knew even more.

He didn't say much and said calmly: "Our Xiao Liu paid for it. He was promoted only last year. He still relied on his salary. Don't think it's too small."

When Lu Wenbin heard this, he hurriedly said, "Then I can't take it."

"It's not for you." Song Shang pressed Lu Wenbin's hand and said, "You have also seen this patient's family. The family is in Bazhai Township. My family conditions are just that. I didn't tell them about the flying knife. Here, the internal rules of the department, whoever makes mistakes will make up for the money..."

"Let me make a call." Lu Wenbin knew Ling Ran very well. Besides, he didn't care much about the flying knife fee of several thousand yuan now. As he spoke, he dialed the phone.

Song Shang didn't stop him. After waiting for a while, he saw Lu Wenbin hanging up the phone and stuffing the money back, and he couldn't help but be stunned: "No?"

"Doctor Ling said no." Lu Wenbin shrugged and said, "Okay, I'm back, you guys pay attention to the patient."

After saying that, Lu Wenbin left freely and felt as handsome as Schwarzenegger who was "we failed".

Song Shang was stunned behind him, not because the envelope was stuffed back, but because Lu Wenbin was natural.

In Song Shang's memory, many doctors and big shots actually didn't receive much red envelopes from the scene.

If you agree in advance or make a decision, it is a different matter. For example, in the Sixth Court, people usually don’t accept it if they can.

However, the reason why the boss is a big boss is because his status in the world is high, which is beyond the reach of ordinary doctors.

In contrast, doctors who are less than the boss level, such as an ordinary director of a Grade A hospital that is not very famous, can save the venue when saving the venue, and will not refuse when giving the funds anyway, since they are not very famous, wouldn’t they be stupid to give money?

But from Lu Wenbin's attitude, Song Shang felt the randomness of a big shot: I don't want it today, so I'll leave. I'll feel like this.

In the emergency room.

The atmosphere remains the same.

Ling Ran, who returned from the rescue round, returned to the computer and continued to discuss articles with Yu Yuan. Several doctors who had something to do continued to do things, while those who had nothing to do were pretending to do things.

Ren Qi, who is fat in his figure, sat in the door with a scheming attitude, which not only allows Ling Ran to see himself, but also allows him to seize opportunities if he has a patient.

He has been studying for so long, and compared to the original team of Ling's treatment group, his desire for opportunities is naturally different.

A minibus drove over from a distance.

Without waiting for the others to wake up, Ren Qi stood up immediately and went out to greet him.

Immediately afterwards, a few young men in white coats walked off the minibus.

"Doctor Ling, let's report it." The first person to get off the bus was Qi Zao. As one of the interns sent by Yunda University this year, Qi Zao and others did not get much training opportunities, but encountered mudslides in Bazhai Township. Now the emergency has been alleviated. Several people discussed and followed immediately.

Qi Zao, who was particularly handsome, held the telephoto lens and was like a literary youth, shouting outside the door.

After entering the door, Qi Zao became quieter. He first said hello to each doctor one by one, then put down the things, took another can of alcohol gel, and then applied it carefully in front of Ling Ran, then asked in a low voice: "Doctor Ling, we are here to intern again."

Ling Ran nodded, and then looked around responsibly.

Today is a rare leisure time for the treatment group in Ling... From Ling Ran's perspective, today should be a rare state without working in the treatment group.

For doctors, without patients, there will be no jobs. If a group of doctors have no jobs, four interns will...

Ling Ran suddenly felt a sense of responsibility as the leader of the treatment group.

What should I do if I don’t live anymore?

"Give you a task." Ling Ran sighed. With such conditions, this is the only way.

As soon as Qi Zao and four other interns stepped on the ground, they heard the word "task" and stood in front of Ling Ran with groans.

However, looking at Ling Ran's expression, Qi Zao, who was the most jumpy, dared not jump out.

"You guys learn to stitch in school, right?" Ling Ran asked.

"have."

Ling Ran nodded, called Lu Wenbin again, and said, "You go and buy 20 grapefruits for them, five of them per person, peel out the flesh, and then sew the peels with intermittent sewing and finely."

"How thin is the seam?" Qi Zao asked in a low voice.

"The thinner the better." Ling Ran replied.

Qi Zao asked with a "Oh" and asked with a curiosity: "Why is it grapefruit? Is there any particularity?"

Ling Ran said slowly: "I like to eat grapefruit."
Chapter completed!