Chapter 55： I am not at home (1/2)

The lounge of the emergency department of Jinyunhua Hospital is about 30 to 40 square meters.

There are several old desks in the middle. They are randomly formed into an irregular figure. Everyone eats lunch or takeaway on the table in the middle.

There are a few green plants in the middle of the desk, and there are also around the office.

A dozen or so scattered chairs were thrown around, and another barrel of stool stood in the corner, like a barbecue stall on the sidewalk.

The lounge is facing south, with plenty of sunlight coming in, but not too dazzling.

The two resident doctors came in talking and smiling, and the first thing they saw was the sunshine on the table and Ling Ran who was playing games in the corner.

的 The two who were chatting stopped tacitly.

They sat silently in the corner away from Ling Ran, inexplicably uncomfortable.

”Hey, why don't you go out to eat.” Lu Wenbin, a sturdy resident, looked at Ling Ran and felt like seeing a superior doctor.

Tong Tong's resident doctor was a bit lazy, but looked up at Ling Ran, and suddenly felt the pressure, nodded and said, ”Then go out to eat.”

The two got up together and were about to go out. Lu Wenbin said unconsciously, ”Dr. Ling, let's go first.”

”Okay.” Ling Ran replied, still focusing on the phone screen.

When two inpatients left the lounge and walked far away, Lu Wenbin suddenly stopped and asked, ”Why should I tell him to leave first?”

”Yeah, why?”

”Why?”

I asked more than one little doctor. The lounge is a haven for little doctors.

Some attendants, deputy directors and directors like to stay in the office, and some like to stay in the operating room. In fact, if you can choose, most surgeons feel that the operating room environment is more comfortable, cut and cut to do some rescue Human affairs are simply comfortable.

Young residents and interns love the operating room, but there are not many opportunities to get in. As for the office-since the electronic medical record system has been applied in the hospital, little doctors have no pleasure sitting in front of the computer. . The average copy of an electronic medical record requires nearly 10,000 words. Even if copy-paste is used, the task of writing a case is still irritating in the face of an average of 20 to 30 patients per week. Drugs, doctor's orders, daily rounds, surgical assistants, continue to study and prepare for exams, accompany the director, laugh with the deputy director, accompany the laugh with the attending and so on.

As a result, sitting in the lounge where middle-aged doctors rarely set foot is almost the most comfortable time for young doctors in the hospital.

Until ... the crowd began to feel the pressure from Ling Ran.

The tangent suture is a four-level difficulty operation. Of course, the surgical classification is not based on difficulty alone. However, those who can perform fourth-level surgery are still the best among doctors.

Or, this kind of operation is actually the operation that little doctors dream of.

In theory, a tang suture can draw a senior attendant to help, and then transfer two residents to fight ...

When any resident or intern thinks about this, they would rather go to the rooftop to let the air out than to sit in the lounge, especially facing the screen. The extremely serious Ling Ran always makes people think of a serious superior doctor.

Ling Ran was unaware and still very happy.

Dong Zhizhuan's coach recovered very well. Although he was transferred to other departments, he was very grateful to Ling Ran. He was specially invited to add some trumpet in the club. When there was an intern practicing, he would bring Ling Ran together.

Although they often say something like “lost” or “increased difficulty” in voice chat, Ling Ran never took it seriously.

”Ling Ran.” The lounge door was pushed open.

Wang Zhuangyong came in as an intern in the laboratory.

Wang Zhuangyong's white coat was washed clean and ironed stiffly. He also cleaned himself up, unlike a doctor, but rather a salesman in a car or real estate.

”Can you get off work on time today?” Wang Zhuangyong asked.

”Yes. Did you just ask on WeChat?” Ling Ran looked serious. The Cheng Yijin he is manipulating is trying to avoid the enemy's pursuit. The index finger of his right hand is sliding desperately on the left side of the screen. It is helping the thumb of the left hand—the excellent surgeon. Naturally, he must fully use each finger.

”The last few times you asked, you are working overtime.” Wang Zhuangyong said, urging: ”Go out first, Chen Haohan is waiting outside.”

”Go away when you die ...” Ling Ran's voice paused, and she stood up silently, holding her cellphone in her pocket.