Chapter 214: Pandemic
It was an extremely complicated operation, and everyone was prepared with enough patience to see how Yang Ping would go through the mountains.
As a result, it didn't look like a major operation. The operation was completed within a few clicks of the probe.
The only drawback of the surgery was that Director Wu could not keep up with the rhythm and often let go, unable to maintain traction.
Every time at this time, the probe appears on time, giving strong stimulation to the peripheral nerves on the back of the hand, allowing Director Wu to regain his energy and cooperate well with the operation.
Everyone is fine except Director Wu.
Watching this operation gives me an indescribable pleasure. Even the doctor who had just been disgraced by a bad operation immediately regained his confidence after watching this operation. Doctors can do better.
After the operation was over, Director Wu saw that all his colleagues in the department were looking at him, and some were whispering about something. Because he was immersed in the operation before, his sense of shame was not so strong.
At this time, a strong sense of shame surged up like a tide. Every time the onlookers' mouths moved, he thought he was secretly laughing at himself, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
The slender probe is much lighter than the hemostat and any other instrument, and it has no weight when it hits the back of the hand through the gloves.
But in Yang Ping's hands, the more slender the instrument, the greater the power, and speed determines the energy.
The half centimeter at the end of the probe turned ninety degrees. Yang Ping used the end to hit a point with lightning speed, accuracy, perpendicular to the target, and focused his strength.
The faster the speed, the greater the energy. The end is round, blunt and slender, and the pressure per unit area is greater, so the lethality of the burst is very large.
Director Wu is sure that the backs of both hands are now covered with spot-like ecchymoses, which will spread into patches in a few days.
After taking off the gloves, it was true that the backs of both hands were covered with dot-shaped ecchymoses. With such force, it was no wonder that it was painful.
The operation will not be possible in the next few days. Director Wu sighed inwardly, but still had a smile on his face, pretending that nothing happened.
I am the master now, so there is nothing I can do.
Yang Ping withdrew from the surgeon's position, and Song Zimo stepped forward, sutured several small openings of 0.5 cm, covered them with sterile dressings, and checked the movement of the shoulder joint. It was very stable, and the various structures cooperated organically to return the movement trajectory of the humeral head to normal.
There was no problem with the surgical effect. If Yang Ping couldn't do it, Song Zimo couldn't think of anyone else who could do it.
At first, the orthopedic doctors, especially those with high professional titles, were full of doubts and disbelief when Yang Ping, who used to be in my own department, came for surgery.
Now all doubts have been dispelled by the operation that took less than an hour. Everyone believes that Yang Ping is no longer the little doctor who calls him around. He has become a real expert and can perform surgeries that are difficult for him to do easily. Clouds are light.
These beauties are not just flower vases. The proficiency of the equipment nurses is that no one in the Municipal People's Hospital will be able to achieve this level in a few years.
The equipment dealers who followed the platform also opened their eyes. Damn it, those who followed the platform in the past suspected that they were fake. Look at these people who followed the platform.
When Yang Ping took off his surgical gown, several doctors rushed to help, but Jiahui got there first. With his deft hands, he gently pulled on the straps on his back and untied the surgical gown.
The stool is ready: "Teacher Yang, thank you for your hard work! Sit down and take a rest."
The wrapping paper for various consumables has been folded, stacked layer by layer, put into environmentally friendly bags, and finally loaded into a Wuling Hongguang in the hospital parking lot and taken back to the company.
Jiahui has memorized the layout and environment of the operating room of the Municipal People's Hospital, the condition of the orthopedic instruments, etc., and she has also secretly stuffed a small gift into the auntie who is the gatekeeper of the operating room.
"Little girl, I remember you."
"Xiao Huang from Ruixing Company may come again in the future, please take care of me."
The aunt is very satisfied. Although the small gift is not expensive, it is also a sign of respect.
Jiahui has already added the head nurse's WeChat account. Regardless of whether Yang Ping comes here for surgery in the future, it is right to prepare in advance.
"Go down and rest for a while. Let's have a casual meal together later." Dean Xie accompanied everyone out of the locker room.
Jiang Baicheng's son had made arrangements in advance. The best hotel in G city and several Mercedes-Benz cars were ready. With their status, how could they just let such a large team back casually when they hired someone to perform surgery.
Yang Ping left the operating room surrounded by everyone. It was still early, only ten o'clock, but he could rest for a while and then go to the hotel to sit and drink tea. That was almost it.
"Go to the orthopedic ward and have a look!" Yang Ping suggested. That was the starting point of his career.
Director Wu accompanied him and held down the elevator: "Okay, okay!"
"You accompany Teacher Yang to the orthopedic ward. I have something to do. See you later."
Dean Xie is really busy and has been very stressed out recently.
Well, these years, he rides a bicycle to work, and his clothes are sold at street stalls worth tens of yuan, and he wears shirts for several years.
If the old leader hadn't exposed the incident, he would have retired early and was growing flowers and mowing lawns in Australia.
Now with Jiang Baicheng's help, things will turn around.
Director Wu took Yang Ping to the orthopedic ward, followed by Song Zimo and others. Xiao Wu deliberately walked to the back of the team to chat with a few old colleagues.
Several doctors with high professional titles kept up with Yang Ping, and everyone had used him before.
Some people feel embarrassed to get close to each other.
Some people don't think so. Times have changed. In the past, he was a lower-level doctor and it was normal to do some things.
On the contrary, Yang Ping's former superior doctor, Director Fu, had always kept a distance from him.
The familiar ward remained unchanged at all, and several nurses recognized Yang Ping.
"Yang Ping! Yang Ping! Are you back?"
the nurse exclaimed, rushing to greet him. "Which hospital did you go to?" Everyone was very concerned.
He left suddenly, without telling anyone, and never saw each other again after leaving. When he came back suddenly, everyone was a little surprised.
When he was at the People's Hospital, although Yang Ping was not sociable, he was down-to-earth and serious in his work. He never lost his temper with the nurses. The nurses liked him very much, especially the nurses who worked with him and felt particularly at ease.
"Now it's Professor Yang, come over and perform Jiang Baicheng's surgery." Someone told the nurse, who was immediately dumbfounded.
Look at the formation again, with people shouting in front and behind, accompanied by Director Wu, who is still hunched over.
Normally, when Director Wu is in front of everyone, he will hold his head high and his chest high, and he will bend down his noble waist only when he sees Dean Xie.
Originally, the nurse wanted to drag Yang Ping to sit at the nurse's station, chat a few words, and ask about the current situation, but Director Wu was there, so everyone didn't dare and lost interest.
These nurses hid when they saw Director Wu. Those who had some connections had applied to be transferred to other departments. Working in the orthopedics department was a kind of torture. A lecture about handing over the shift early can make you doubt your life.
As soon as you go to work, you look forward to getting off work. This is everyone's daily work mentality.
"Director Wu, I'll take a walk by myself." Yang Ping asked Director Wu to do what he wanted.
How could Director Wu let Yang Ping out of his sight? Although Yang Ping said he would not expose him, he was always worried and had to keep watching to feel at ease.
The procession moved in the corridor like a visitor.
Nothing has changed. The familiar duty room is still the same. When I open the door, the guys on duty inside are having breakfast. It's almost ten o'clock and they are still having breakfast.
This guy had dark circles under his eyes like a panda. He devoured two pieces of cold bread and a bottle of yogurt that was not sure if it was expired, and burped while eating.
He looked up and was startled: "Yang Ping--"
This was Dr. Dai, who was working with Yang Ping at the time. Dr. Dai was the attending physician at the time. Although Yang Ping had just been admitted as an attending physician at that time, he was not employed and was only employed as a resident. The two had a good relationship at that time.
Dr. Dai put down the unfinished bread and came up to say hello. Yang Ping put his arm around his shoulders.
Looking at the crowd of people behind him, Director Wu had a charming smile on his face.
Doctor Dai was a little confused.
"Dr. Yang, you can go to dinner. The car sent by Mr. Jiang is waiting downstairs."
Director Wu said awkwardly that he didn't want Yang Ping to stay in the department for a long time. He was so nervous that he couldn't call him Teacher Yang in front of so many people, so he thought out of desperation and called Dr. Yang.
"Let's meet again when we have time!" Yang Ping said goodbye to Dr. Dai.
At the end of the team, a young doctor, Dr. Zhou, who had a good relationship with Xiao Wu, was introducing Corey's current situation to Xiao Wu: "Old Dai is now the chief resident."
He was the attending physician, so how could he still be the chief resident?
Dr. Zhou said: "During a case discussion, he questioned Lao Wu's surgical plan. Lao Wu asked him to go back to his old ways and work as a general resident for another six months to get some exercise."
"What about Mr. Wan?"
Mr. Wan is the chief resident, and based on time calculation, his one-year residency has not yet expired.
"Open it!"
"What's going on?"
"Oh, it's hard to describe in words!"
Doctor Zhou pulled Xiao Wu to stop, and when the distance between him and the team widened, he whispered in Xiao Wu's ear.
"The boy was in a hurry to report. He opened the door of the director's office without knocking, and found Old Wu on the sofa with a woman--"
What a mess!
"Everyone who is not on duty in the evening is going to have dinner. Brother Yang is treating you. I will send you the address later. Let's all get together and have a good chat -" Xiao Wu told Dr. Zhou to inform the other buddies.
Yang Ping took everyone to the Laogan Department to see Jiang Baicheng after surgery. Minimally invasive surgery has less interference, almost no bleeding, and recovery is very fast, which is not comparable to open surgery.
The fat man's nerve block was a real nerve block, almost the same as local infiltration anesthesia. There was no need to fast after the operation. Jiang Baicheng had already drank chicken soup accompanied by his wife.
"Dr. Yang, thank you!"
Jiang Baicheng knew that he was awake and could hear what was said in the operating room.
It can be heard from the doctor's chat that his operation is very difficult and few people in the country can perform it, but Dr. Yang did it very successfully, quickly and well.
A hero comes from a boy! Of course, the young Dr. Yang was not very good-tempered and scolded Director Wu so much that he knew a little bit about it. He seemed to have beaten him with something to punish Old Wu for not paying attention.
"The operation was very successful. You can rest assured and recover. Just follow Director Wu's instructions for post-operative recovery!" Yang Ping held his hand.
"Thank you for your hard work. We'll have a potluck together later, but I won't be able to accompany you. My family will do it for me. Please forgive me." Jiang Baicheng apologized.
After watching Jiang Baicheng, the surgical team went to have dinner.
Jiang Baicheng's son arranged several cars, and he personally helped Yang Ping open the door.
(End of chapter)