120 Regaining Consciousness (1/2)

”Remember to arrange for the patient to begin rehabilitation tomorrow,” Ling Ran instructed after he finished his surgery.

Different patients began rehabilitation at different times, and this was mainly determined based on the strength of the stitches. If the chief surgeon felt that the stitches were secure enough, the patients could begin rehabilitation the next day. Otherwise, rehabilitation would be slightly postponed.

A surgeon's skills in his sutures determined whether a patient could start rehabilitation early. On the other hand, late rehabilitation increased the risk of adhesion as well.

When Young Tie heard this, he felt less worried.

At least, the stitches holding the tendon together were strong enough. Based on the standards of the Hand Surgery Department, the base value of Ling Ran's stitches on Zheng Qi had already been achieved. As long as the tendon did not split, the patient would definitely score an ”excellent” in his hand function analysis.

In an instant, Young Tie recalled the process of Ling Ran's surgeries. He was then dispirited by the fact that he only strived to achieve the base value when he performed his own surgeries. He had been learning the M-Tang technique from Department Associate Director Pan unofficially for a few years, and officially as well as seriously for over a year. But up until now, he never had the chance to become the chief surgeon in surgeries performed using the M-Tang technique. Department Associate Director Pan wanted the quality of his stitches to be above ”excellent” before he would give him a chance. However, for the patient to score an ”excellent” in his hand function analysis, all tiny details had to be taken into consideration during the suturing process…

Even though Young Tie had been trying for a long time, he had never been able to achieve the criteria. But he was not too anxious about it either, as the M-Tang technique was an extremely difficult surgical method to begin with. Not many people in Yun Hua City or even the Changxi Province could do it well...

Young Tie cast a profound glance at Ling Ran, and could not help but compare the process of Ling Ran's surgery to that of Department Associate Director Pan's.

Doctor Tie Bei shuddered violently. He was not willing to think about it any further.

”What time exactly is the rehabilitation starting?” Because Ling Ran looked stern to Young Tie from the back, he turned to ask Lu Wenbin.

Lu Wenbin flashed a mysterious smile. ”The earliest would be five in the morning.”

”Huh? Doing rehabilitation exercises at five in the morning?”

”Previously, I requested my patients to start rehabilitation at three in the morning. However, the patients and their family members weren't very compliant, and postponing it to five improved things.” Ling Ran was also very resigned when it came to this matter. Even though he was already at the door, he had the time to turn around, face Young Tie, and answer.

Young Tie glanced at Lu Wenbin, feeling speechless. He could not help but ask, ”What's the significance of doing rehabilitation exercises at three or five in the morning?”

”To fully utilize the rehabilitation room.” Ling Ran glanced at Tie Bei and said, ”The rehabilitation room we borrowed from the Hand Surgery Department is already full. If we still can't increase the number of rehabilitation rooms or increase the time we are able to use the room effectively, we'll have to stop carrying out surgeries.”

”Heh heh… Heh heh…” What else could Young Tie say? Even though the rehabilitation room that the Hand Surgery Department lent to the Emergency Department was not big, considering the fact that each room allowed many people to carry out rehabilitation exercises at the same time, and each patient only needed to do rehabilitation exercises for around two hours per day, the rehabilitation room could still fit a lot of people.

However, the day the Hand Surgery Department lent the rehabilitation room to the Emergency Department, no one had expected Ling Ran to treat ten patients per day.

With the rate he performed his surgeries, the problem may not be solved even if they gave Ling Ran another rehabilitation room.

The treatment group Young Tie was a part of would already be patting themselves on their backs if they were able to complete ten major surgeries every week.

Thirty surgeries a month was considered the limit when it came to the surgical volume of a treatment group. The doctors would be able to fulfill the demands of various parties and complete their surgery quota without being too tired.

Ling Ran only needed three days to complete thirty surgeries. With such a frequency, everyone who knew the ropes would identify Ling Ran as a surgery maniac the moment they heard about it. And surgery maniacs, whether they were from the Changxi Province or Beijing, were always gigantic beasts who were able to swallow up all of a department's resources alone.

Another way to put it was, the more resources a surgery maniac's department had, the crazier he would be. Once, Dong Nianguo from Wuhan Union Hospital carried out more than one hundred heart transplants within a year and was ranked the world's top ten. If another doctor from another hospital was able to carry out ten heart transplants within a year, he would already grab the imperial robe and put it on himself as he yelled, ”I'm the king of the world!”

Besides, if China had more heart donors and hospitals with better terms, it would be possible for Dong Nianguo to make the country number one in the world when it came to heart transplants.

However, in the end, surgery maniacs still had their actions limited by reality.

For example, there was a possibility that Ling Ran would be limited by the number of rehabilitation rooms available. And even after he solved this problem, there could be a lack of operating theaters for him...

Young Tie glanced at Ling Ran a few times. He sighed and said, ”Waking patients up at five in the morning to do rehabilitation exercises isn't the best way to counter the lack of rehabilitation rooms, is it?”