179 It’s Your Turn (1/2)
”Old Lu, Old Lu, it's your turn.” Ma Yanlin kicked Lu Wenbin before he fell unconscious on the bed next to him.
Of course, Lu Wenbin was equally unresponsive. He also made no noise.
The doctor in the next bed had no choice but to get up. He laid his fingers on Ma Yanlin's neck to first confirm a pulse. Then he nudged Lu Wenbin, ”Old Lu, Old Lu... Old Lu time to get up... Old Lu, the pork trotters are burning.”
”Impossible!” Lu Wenbin instantly sat up straight.
The resident doctor who called him to get up was scared out of his wits and could not refrain from laughing. He said, ”Good that you didn't die from heart attack, because I nearly died from one.”
”You can sleep for six hours a day, how can you die from a heart attack?” Lu Wenbin laughed self-deprecatingly.
The doctor on the next bed nodded in agreement and said, ”I heard that US resident doctors only sleep for four hours, we have to learn from them.”
As he spoke, he went back to his bed and wrapped himself in his blanket. He stretched lazily and continued to play with his mobile phone.
Perhaps he woke up on the wrong side of bed, but with an enraged face, Lu Wenbin kicked Ma Yanlin. He wore his slippers and went to wash his face. Then, he went to the Operating Area with a toothbrush and a mug.
When he arrived at the Operating Area, Lu Wenbin brushed his teeth while taking a shower. He then went out to change into scrubs. He looked presentable, even though he really was not.
The Emergency Department had its own operating theaters. To the doctors there, they could move about freely compared to when they were at the surgical floor, and for the patients, they were less likely susceptible to bacteria, because the chances of tolerant bacteria appearing in the operating theaters in the Emergency Department were lower. After all, it was extremely easy for hospitals to unintentionally breed bacterium like superbugs.
”Doctor Ling, I'm here.” Lu Wenbin kicked open the door to the operating theater and yawned again.
”Okay.” Ling Ran had just finished the operation. His full attention was on the wound. He did not even turn his head around to look at Lu Wenbin.
Once Yu Yuan became familiar with the process, she energetically started the briefing, ”The patient is sixty-seven years old. After the fall, he used his right hand to support himself, causing a three-fingered fracture, his index finger is semi-detached...”
Lu Wenbin clicked his tongue and said, ”Sounds really terrible. I've seen people breaking their fingers after jumping off buildings. I've even seen one who broke his finger while parachuting last time. There was another who fell and broke his fingers while playing outside. There was another one who was unfortunate enough to fall in his own home and break his fingers. From the way I see it...”
Su Jiafu coughed on his stool and said, ”Doctor Lu, the patient is on half anesthesia today.”
Li Wenbin was shocked, ”Shoot! Why is it regional anesthesia [1], don't we always administer general anesthesia?”
”Isn't it good to just receive regional anesthesia?” The patient suddenly opened his mouth and asked. It scared Lu Wenbin even further.
Over the course of the last few weeks, he followed Ling Ran to perform M-Tang technique surgeries and finger replantation surgeries every day, and Ling Ran always used general laryngeal mask airway anesthesia. The terror brought by the patient suddenly speaking was as great as cadavers suddenly sitting down to criticize his incisions. The most terrifying nightmare when he was in medical school crept into his mind.
”Please pay attention and not move, relax. The most fearful thing during regional anesthesia would be to move. If you move, our previous efforts will all go to waste.” Su Jiafu could not help but remind the patient.
Yu Yuan laughed until her round glasses shook. She said, ”The patient refused general anesthesia and strongly urged for regional anesthesia. Doctor Ling agreed to it.”
Lu Wenbin could not help but pout. He was used to operating on patients under general anesthesia. He was really unwilling to perform a surgery while the patient was under regional anesthesia.
Although Ling Ran's operating theater had always been silent, it also meant that they did not need to worry about saying the wrong things.
”Forceps, please.” Lu Wenbin sat up straight and put his eyes against the microscope.
”Why did you switch people?” The patient was suddenly very concerned.
Yu Yuan smiled and said, ”Doctor Lu's technique is better than mine.”
”Oh, but...”
”Another pair of forceps, please.” Lu Wenbin threw the original forceps on the tray, interrupted the patient's inquiry, and opened another topic, ”Old Su, I haven't heard any news about your thesis. How is it going?”
”I'm still at the stage of accumulating medical cases.” Su Jiafu felt a little guilty as he played with the stool. His eyes were bloodshot.
”Yu Yuan, I heard that you're also writing a thesis, have you written it?”
”The medical case report? I wrote it and emailed it to the Journal of Medical Case Reports,” Yu Yuan answered breezily. She realized that Lu Wenbin did not want her to chat with the patient.
Yu Yuan might have joined the hospital before Lu Wenbin, but she still decided to go along Lu Wenbin based on his experience.
Lu Wenbin was somewhat surprised and asked, ”Is your medical case report written for an English journal?”
”Of course.”
”How much is the influence factor?”
”About 0.3,” Yu Yuan replied.
Before Lu Wenbin could breathe a sigh of relief, Su Jiafu said, ”Most medical cases in journals have no influence factor. It's already considered very worthwhile for a medical case report of several hundred words to have an influence factor of 0.3.”
Yu Yuan smiled and said, ”They have higher requirements for the diagrams.”
”About that... will I experience any residual effects after this regional anesthesia?” The patient looked up at them.