838 Small Ward Round (1/2)

In the ward of the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery, two pots of devil's ivy looked like they had sunburn as they stood on the windowsill side by side while they stared at the sky. Their entire bodies were green.

The patient on the hospital bed looked tired. She had dark circles, pale lips, rough face, and sagging face. She looked just like someone who was taken care of carelessly by an unprofessional embalmer.

\”Ward round.\” A doctor knocked on the door, and he walked into the room.

\”Didn't you just come for a ward round?\” Her best friend by the hospital bed was playing with her phone, so she felt slightly angry for her game to be interrupted.

\”The chief surgeon decided to come and take a look.\” The doctor explained in a low voice, and he stood to the side of the patient.

Young Ling, who laid on the bed, opened her eyes and waited for her best friend's endless complaints.

The hospital was very boring. She did not want to stay in the hospital, and her best friend did not want to accompany her as well. Now, since a junior doctor came, she let her best friend complain for a while, and she could also relax a little.

Stepping sounds were heard in the room. They did not know how many doctors walked in.

However, her best friend's complaints never appeared. If it were not for the soft pants, Young Ling would start to wonder whether she had died of myocardial infarction.

She craned her neck and looked at the door of the hospital room.

Young Ling's neck froze when she saw Ling Ran.

'What a handsome doctor! Are we sure we're not filming a movie?

'Impossible. Even movies will not cast such a handsome actor. If there was one, my best friend group would be discussing it madly, and we'd all book the entire movie theater to watch the movie.'

Zhang Anmin stood by the bed and showed a friendly smile. \”Doctor Ling, this is the patient, Li Ling. She has acalculous cholecystitis, has always been in good health, and her age is…\”

\”Wait!\” Li Ling suddenly sat up on the bed, as if she was someone pretending to be dead a moment ago. She shouted loudly, \”How could you just state a girl's age?\”

Zhang Anmin was stunned, and he said, \”I am stating your medical record to Doctor Ling.\”

\”That won't do either.\” Li Ling stubbornly shook her head. She combed her hair with her hands, and she talked to her best friend by the side, \”Mirror, pass me a mirror.\”

Her best friend saw the icky discharge at the corner of her eyes, her dry hair, and her bare face. She felt sorry for her and said, \”The mirror is in the washroom.\”

\”Then, handphone, handphone.\” Li Ling was extremely anxious.

A group of doctors calmly looked at Li Ling on the bed, just like how they always looked at patients.

\”You need to handle the preoperative discussion with this patient well, and get at least two copies of operation consent forms signed.\” Zuo Cidian reminded Zhang Anmin by the side.

Zhang Anmin nodded. \”I'll ask someone to inform her family.\”

\”You need to check once on your own. When they sign, you must either be on the spot or make them film a video, otherwise, it will not be counted.\”

\”No problem, the people under me work very well now.\” Zhang Anmin looked at Ling Ran as he said, and his forehead was shining.

Zuo Cidian glanced at the door with the corner of his eyes. Squeezed together at the entrance were two to three doctors from the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery, who stared into the room strangely.

Zuo Cidian was not nervous, but he wanted to prevent something bad from happening. If only two to three juniors from the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery came to watch when the doctors from the Emergency Medical Center came to the ward in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery for a ward round, this situation was already considered very harmonious.

\”Take a look at her biochemical report.\” Ling Ran noticed the patient's bad skin and hair conditions, so he wanted to make another confirmation.

Zhang Anmin stretched his hand backward, then the resident doctor from the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery quickly took out the report in a flurry of motion.

After Zhang Anmin became an associate chief physician, he had some underlings. Although he could yet lead a treatment group independently, he had a line up of doctors under him that could relatively make him be considered to have an independent group.