Zhang Lin didn't embarrass the people of the Northeast, poured a few bottles of beer, and could still stand up and shout "Pay!" ”

Originally, it was good for Yang Ping to have a treat, but Zhang Lin refused to let him, so he had to follow him.

The two said goodbye at the door of the hotel, Zhang Lin walked a little shaky, Yang Ping was not at ease and wanted to follow.

However, Zhang Lin's pediatrician suddenly appeared, as if he had been squatting under the tree for a long time.

She immediately ran up, her petite body to help Zhang Lin, take a step, stop a step.

Yang Ping was a little envious, Xiaomin's life was not bad.

At seven o'clock the next morning, Yang Ping rushed to the department and started another busy day's work.

"What day of the week is today?" Zhang Lin took out the wind oil essence, poured it on his fingers, and rubbed his temples.

"Tuesday!" Yang Ping said.

It's normal for doctors not to remember the day of the week, just remember what day they were on duty, because all days are working days.

"It's over! Today, the director made a big round, I didn't prepare anything, and I was dead. Zhang Lin slapped his thigh.

"It's just a ward round, why are you so nervous?" Yang Ping comforted him.

The director's ward rounds are generally a nightmare for young doctors, that is, when the director examines his study and work every week, just asking questions can make young doctors prostrate.

Corey's ward rounds are scheduled for Tuesday morning, so there will be absolutely no other elective surgeries scheduled on Tuesday morning, except for emergency surgery, and elective surgeries will all be postponed to the afternoon.

After the routine shift was completed in the morning, the ward rounds began, and the members of the entire department poured out, with a luxurious lineup and magnificent momentum.

Director Han is the leader, and the flanks are Director Tian, Director Ouyang, Director Bai, and Director Ding, followed by attending physicians, resident physicians, graduate students, and interns.

The hierarchy is clear and the formation is neat. Doctors are highly hierarchical, second only to military personnel. The subordinate obeys the superior, the operation cannot skip the grade, and the standing position cannot be skipped.

Director Han's white coat was neatly buttoned, his thick and dense short hair was cut into board inches, each straight stubble, his head was held high, and he walked steadily, as if his body was filled with steel and iron bones.

Director Tian is the most gentle, with gold wire glasses that have not changed for thousands of years, a slightly chubby figure, upright facial features, and a scholarly temperament of Yushu Linfeng.

Director Ouyang is actually only in his early forties, but his hair is already black and white, thin and tall, with a straight waist, and a blue shirt in a white coat, which looks capable and calm.

Director Bai is the most weighty among the directors, with a height of one meter seven and a weight of almost one hundred and eighty pounds, the white coat is custom-made, and it is still tight in front, and it feels like the button will collapse at any time, become a hidden weapon, and fly to both sides.

Director Ding was a little cold, looking indifferent.

The second echelon is the attending physician, Song Zimo habitually does not button the white coat, his hands are in his trouser pockets, the white coat is separated to both sides, and he walks up hunting, nothing else, just handsome.

Tang Fei is always a beautiful rose, with a little light makeup, a lilac hairpin pinned to the symbolic ponytail, and a lady's white coat that outlines the figure gracefully and slenderly.

The third echelon is the resident doctors, at the bottom of the pyramid, who work hard every day, go out early and return late, and are often scolded, taking a salary at the level of food and clothing.

Yang Ping was also in the third echelon, side by side with Zhang Lin, unhurried, and recalled the information of the patients in his charge in his heart to cope with the director's follow-up questions.

At the end of the spectrum is the intern team, the only force at the disposal of the residents.

The procession moved through the corridors, with someone in front of them opening the way. The ward rounds are very particular, how to enter the ward, how to get out of the ward, how to stand, there are rules and regulations. The doctor in charge of the bed is advanced, and then the large army is in place. When they came out, everyone gave way, and the director came out first, and then they came out in turn.

The resident doctor knocked on the door, went in to greet the patient, and then stood on the left side of the bed, and the attending and team leaders of the same group were next to each other. No one deliberately arranges it, and all of them can find their place. There were too many people, some interns were looking for a place in the corner of the door to squeeze down, and some interns were no longer able to enter the ward, so they could only gather around the door and listen with their ears pricked up.

The position on the right side of the bed is the C position of the ward round, which is the position of the director. An intern who didn't know what was going on saw the stitches and grabbed the C position, and the teacher patted him gently: "Classmate, this position is facing the air conditioning outlet, and it is easy to catch a cold." Then he pulled him together with him.

It's really touching, with this teacher, it is a great blessing in life, and the intern's heart is so warm.

The director is in place, the sturdy body seems to have taken root, steady, and a pair of eyes are like X-rays, full of penetrating power, probably like a torch.

Why is there such a big difference between the same pair of eyes and the same anatomy? I don't know if there is anyone who has done this project, but if not, the project of the deputy high school will be saved in the future. Yang Ping thought so.

Patient with replanted fingers that night.

The patient leaned against the head of the bed, looked at this, to see which one, and was probably frightened by this formation.

Opposite the director, Zhang Lin began to report the medical records - name, age, gender, diagnosis, why he was hospitalized, the onset of the disease, the treatment process, what diseases he had before, what was the physical examination, what instruments were done, and what abnormalities were there. Report one by one, you can't look at the medical records, and the reporter has to rely on memory.

The first half was catchy and very confident, and the senior doctor Song Zimo couldn't hide a smile on his face.

But this brother obviously exerted too much force, and halfway through the report, he actually got stuck, began to fight with himself with his tongue, his voice was lowered, muffled, stammered, and could not say a word for a long time. Sweat continued to seep from his forehead, and the last beads of sweat rolled down. The knots are gone.

Ah! It's a pity that the other doctors regretted that it was supposed to be a perfect medical record report, but this guy overworked--。

The director frowned.

Song Zimo immediately rescued the scene and continued to improve the report of the medical records.

"I'll look at the medical records!" Director Han stretched out his hand.

The medical record was sent to the director, who opened it, read it carefully, and read it at a glance: "The thumb of the right hand is completely severed - well, this medical record is very well written, and it writes about anomalies that are difficult for others to find." ”

Just because of the jam, the self-confidence that was lost in front of everyone was picked up in an instant, and he was able to get public praise from Director Han, which can be bragged about in the canteen.

Zhang Lin perked up again.

"That is, we keep trying." Song Zimo also said.

"This patient male, you can ask his menstrual history, menarche and the time of the last menstrual period are clearly recorded, talent! Pillars of the Nation! Director Han said very seriously.

Poof, some people really couldn't hold back and laughed out loud. Then there is the characteristic breathing sound of forcibly holding one's breath.

"Ahh

It's all paste-copying!

Although Zhang Lin personally wrote this medical record. But Yang Ping stood aside, also super embarrassed, in the same group, in front of everyone's eyes, receiving ten sun-like gazes.

The X-film was handed over, and Director Han held up the film to look at the light of the window.

It's time to ask questions, it's really time to ask questions.

Everyone immediately shrank up like ostriches, as if the director would not be able to see him.

Zhang Lin on the opposite side, the sweat that had just been collected oozed from his forehead again.

"What is the core of finger amputation surgery? What's the key?" Director Han put down the film and swept his eyes at the scene.

Everywhere he went, the young doctor was immediately three points shorter.

This is a bit of a partial question, this is a completely summary question, and you need to refine your knowledge to answer it. The brother who urgently reviewed "Hand Surgery" yesterday was quite calm, but now he is also blind, and the book doesn't say it.

The director's gaze fell to continue, like a searchlight, and at this time, Song Zimo stood up.

There is no question that Senior Brother Song can't answer, this is the consensus of all the gentlemen.

"The core is the anastomotic vessel, and the key is the anastomotic nerve."

"Well, that's good. The operation time is only two hours, which is a good speed, and Director Tian is getting faster and faster now. Director Han looked through the operation records.

Director Tian next to him blushed: "I didn't do this, the new Dr. Yang made it." ”

Dr. Yang? Is there any mistake that he can do finger replantation independently? It's still broken into two sections, and it can be done in two hours? Everyone focused on it, isn't this Zhang Lin's intern? There are still people who don't know that he is a new doctor and treat him as an intern, and they blame the department for being too busy and there are too many people.

There was a small commotion in the crowd, doubting, envious, and talking.

"Yes, it was Dr. Yang who did it, my help." Zhang Lin finally pulled back a game, he lost face twice just now, this time he replanted his broken finger for two hours, Lao Tzu is a help, what else do you have to say, who is awesome, also try a help.

"Yang Ping did it?" Director Han raised his head and looked Yang Ping up and down, as if he was a little unconvinced.

"Yes!" Zhang Lin once again confirmed that as a party, he has the most right to speak, and the key is that the identity of this Yizhu cannot be questioned.

"I didn't think it was complicated, so I did it myself." Yang Ping scratched the back of his head.

Director Tian added: "The quality of vascular anastomosis is very good. ”

There was another small commotion in the crowd, someone couldn't sit still, what? Finger replantation is not very complicated, and it is said so lightly, you make me feel embarrassed?

Director Han nodded and asked, "You answer, why is the core anastomosis blood vessel, and the key is the anastomotic nerve?" ”

Yang Ping scratched his head: "First of all, we must survive, and then we must consider living a nourishing life." ”

Everyone laughed, I don't know if it was because they laughed at Yang Ping's answer, or because they laughed because they didn't have to answer questions.

Director Han snorted: "It means that without high-quality vascular anastomosis, the severed finger cannot survive, so there is nothing to talk about; Without a high-quality nerve anastomosis, sensorimotor function cannot be restored, and the severed finger is a waste product, which does not work, but becomes a burden. Therefore, the survival of the severed finger is only the foundation, and we have to pursue the function. ”

"Eugenics." Someone popped up a sentence.

"Well, here you are—" Director Han found the target of the next question.

The brother wanted to pump his mouth, his mouth itched, and his target was exposed.

——

After more than three hours, the director's round ended, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The buddies who were named by the director to answer the questions were all sweating profusely, and in severe cases, there were signs of dehydration.

Someone was already leaning weakly against the nurse's station: "Sister! Can you get a bottle of 5% glucose to drink? ”

The snickering joy who was not named, a false alarm, and escaped by luck, at least this week does not have to be afraid.

, just now, the director raised his eyelids, and looked at this side, this little heart was immediately like a diesel engine, abrupt, dangerous. Some people depict the thrilling of the time.

Wait for everyone to disperse. Yang Ping went to the ward again to see the severed finger replantation he made, and the blood luck was good.