583 Diagnosis (2/2)

Up to the current stage of modern medicine development, difficult and complicated disease remained difficult and complicated, and no matter how many inspection methods there were, they were just there to provide assistance to the doctors. Highly regarded evidence-based medicine even stood on the opposite side of difficult and complicated diseases.

Today's doctors, in fact, loved dealing with those common diseases that had already been identified. This was similar to people first thinking about horses when they hear the sound of hooves, not zebras.

For Ling Ran, his skills in identifying horses were gradually maturing.

”Doctor Ling.” Wang Haiyang, a chief physician from the Hand Surgery Department, shouted and called Ling Ran to go over.

”This finger...” Ling Ran saw a finger that obviously had its bone reconnected badly.

”Would you like to perform the operation?” Wang Haiyang pointed at Ling Ran and said, ”Doctor Ling is the best doctor in Yun Hua Hospital in finger replantations. We can replant your finger again, and you won't feel pain every day anymore.”

The youngster who came for a consultation immediately took his hand back as if he was burnt and asked, ”How much would it cost?”

”Do you have medical insurance?”

”I have those that I pay 120 RMB a year.”

Wang Haiyang nodded. ”Undergoing the whole surgery would take about 10,000 RMB.”

”Then let me think about it.” The patent did not dare to continue the conversation. He stood up and left with uncertainty.

Wang Haiyang smiled wanly and in resignation. ”I thought we could perform surgery after providing so many consultations.”

Wang Haiyang can only shrug his shoulders at Ling Ran and continue to see the next patient.

They were all specialist doctors, but those details were no longer important in this kind of volunteer medical consultation.

Also, the people who came forward for consultations did not care.

The Chinese had a different manner of thinking compared to the foreigners, who would think that specialists were more high-class doctors. The Chinese generally believed that a specialist-level doctor should have comprehensive knowledge. At the very least, a capable cardiologist should be able to easily treat a stomach ulcer or something...

This was somewhat influenced by Chinese medicine, and this was both convenient and inconvenient for old doctors. It was also true for Ling Ran.

After completing the physical examinations for most of the young people, there were fewer people waiting in line in front of Ling Ran.

Ling Ran finally did not have to sit at the table all the time. He went back and forth, and while he moved about, he helped other doctors deal with patients with milder symptoms. In two hours, he had encountered seven to eight people who had corns or paronychia.

If they were in Yun Hua Hospital, this kind of minor illness that only required minor surgery would be handed to resident doctors and even interns for practice. There was really nothing much to be done, after all, they were the simplest surgeries to begin with.

Ling Ran today did not seem to have the intention to let go of any. If there were any patients with mild illnesses who could be treated on the spot, he would get it done.

Several doctors who came to the volunteer medical consultation also nodded in approval as they watched.

Among the surgeons present, Ling Ran was the youngest in the group, and him taking the initiative to help make the other doctors had much better feelings toward him.

”When I watch him now, Ling Ran is still quite sensible.” When Department Director Hong from the Respiratory Medicine Department saw Ling Ran going into another cubicle to work, he opened his third pack of cigarettes today and lit it while he laughed and spoke.

”That's true. He did not complain, and still performs very well.” An assistant lecturer from the General Surgery Department also praised him and nodded in agreement.

”The main point is still the patients' feelings. Ling Ran is still very serious when treating a patient.” Wang Haiyang, who was the most familiar with Ling Ran, said while he grinned.

”That's true.”

”He's still young. If he were older, he'd get at least a few banners.”

When Department Director Hong just finished speaking, a banner was seen coming in from the door.

The banner was written with the words ”An ethical doctor who treats the wounded and sick”. There were small words next to it, which said, ”a gift to Ling Ran”.

”Is Doctor Ling here? I'm here to give him a banner.” The Water Monster Wang Huatao came in through the door full of confidence. When he stood in Bazhaixiang, he felt that he had limitless energy. He was bold and straightforward even when sending a gift.