Chapter 82： Cant lock talent in the operating room (1/2)

”Lü Wenbin, where did you go?” The little nurse held the phone, aggressive.

Lu Wenbin, speaking hands-free on the phone, could still hear happiness in his tone, and said with a smile: ”I'm in the operating room. I'm almost done.”

”You haven't finished sewing yet?” The little nurse hung up the phone in surprise, turned a corner, stepped on the door of the operating room No. 2 and pressed down the cell phone, and said loudly, ”Lu Wenbin, Dr. Ling is about to start the operation What's your situation? ”

”Well, haven't you started yet?” Lu Wenbin's subconscious joy was instantly wrong.

Little Nurse hummed, ”Nothing has started. The patients in operating room 3 have finished, and Dr. Ling has gone to operating room 1.”

Lu Wenbin could not help but feel a little lost.

I want to say, he just stitched a little slower than usual because he was worried about making mistakes and slowed it down, but how much faster can he do without slowing it down?

The most important thing is that I just stitched one finger. Before I finished it, Ling Ran finished a tang method?

Lu Wenbin felt that it was a straight punch, a straight punch that awakened himself and made him dizzy.

喂 ”Hello, how long will it be on your side?” The nurse asked impatiently.

”Just right away, um ... 5 minutes, up to 10 minutes.” Lu Wenbin was still a little guilty. He stitched his fingers or something. He often did it, but it took time.

”The nurse” said ”En”, ”I'm not waiting, then you're done, go to operating room 2 and stitch the patient.”

”Oh, okay ...” Lu Wenbin agreed, and hesitantly asked, ”Is surgery # 2 really done? 20 minutes?”

”More than twenty minutes. Almost.” The little nurse looked proud.

Lu Wenbin looked down at the patient under his hand, and said, ”Is this getting more and more proficient, the quantitative change causes qualitative change?”

Lu Wenbin thought about it and asked: ”What time does Dr. Ling's new operation begin, I will hurry over ...”

”No need, Director Huo has called Zheng Pei to help.” The little nurse raised her chin and left like a little swan.

Lu Wenbin's head was dizzy.

Zheng Pei is a senior resident doctor, and he is eager to arrange to be a chief resident doctor. His status is more than Lv Wenbin. Let him be an assistant to Ling Ran.

However, Lu Wenbin thought from another angle. For Huo Congjun, the chief resident is still a resident. When he is free, he will think about the mood of the resident. When he is free, the mood of the resident is obviously not important.

No. 3 operating room.

Zheng Pei does feel a little uncomfortable.

He only looked at Huo Congjun from the sidelines, and there was a vote of the chiefs of the foreign court staring, which made Zheng Pei afraid to make trouble.

The ordinary doctors in the hospital, especially the doctors below the general attending level, are not enough to describe with care, saying that it is almost the same as walking on thin ice.

This kind of career in the late and late period of the doctor, the more comfortable you get to the back, and the thorns are full on the way up.

Compared to the consequences of offending the chief director, it is nothing to beat Ling Ran.

培 Zheng Pei finished his preoperative preparation with a calm face, dressed neatly, covered his beard as long as his hair, and stood by the operating table.

Ling Ran only looked up at him, and then stroked the patient's hand with a pen.

The patient injured three fingers this time, one tendon was completely broken, one tendon was injured, and the other finger required only a simple suture. As the fourth tang suture operation today, Huo Congjun couldn't find an easier case.

Director Bai Bai and others looked intently at the operating area under the shadowless lamp.

They now need to take a firm look at Ling Ran's surgery level to judge whether Huo Congjun's tang law project can really be regarded as a success, and then decide that they next toutively promote Huo Congjun and put it on the association The director's position is still closed, so as not to be found after the account.

Ling Ran's mind was full of information on various anatomy of the upper limbs, and he ignored the eyes of the people around him.

He was originally a person accustomed to living under the eyes of everyone. No matter what time, as long as Ling Ran appeared in the crowd, it must be one of the focus. The more the environment is, the more people are.

两 Two or three kittens in the operating room, eyes are noisy, Ling Ran is also commonplace.

The scalpel gently scratched the patient's skin. The relatively tough hand skin had little resistance. It was necessary to be careful to see the sinking of the body.

Zheng Pei stared at Ling Ran with the light of his eyes.

The bow-holding method is the most commonly used knife-holding method. The thumb is under the handle and is operated with the force of the wrist. It is suitable for long incisions, but not fine enough.

Of course, it is more than enough to expose the surgical field of vision. Zheng Pei secretly compared that if he used the bow-type operation, it would probably be at the level of Ling Ran, which might be worse, but if he was allowed to perform the operation In that case, his first choice on the hand would be pen-holding.

The grip-type power point is the finger, which is suitable for short distance and fine.

Zheng Pei felt that if he used a pen, he should be better than Ling Ran.