Chapter 8

"Who is the patient?" Ling Ran quickly followed Nurse Wang's steps and asked first.

It was impossible not to feel nervous.

Although he had obtained the "Master-level Suturing Technique" through the gift pack, the patients in the emergency room might need more than just suturing.

Ling Ran, who was eager for the opportunity to practice and complete the task, did not dare to take the patient's body lightly.

"The palm was pierced by a branch after a fall." Nurse Wang, who was actually younger than Ling Ran, habitually spoke coldly, but her face turned red when she turned back, and her tone instantly softened as she said, "You're so tall~"

Ling Ran, who had been handsome since childhood, smiled slightly as usual.

The young nurse's face turned even redder, and she quickly turned around and said, "My name is Wang Jia, Jia as in 'excellent person.'"

"Good name," Ling Ran responded appropriately.

The young nurse immediately became happy, feeling that the busy work had become lighter, and couldn't help but give Ling Ran a few instructions just to have a chance to talk.

When they reached the treatment room, Wang Jia pulled back the curtain marked "3" and saw a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties lying on a light blue operating table, her hand extended to the side. A doctor was facing away, bending down to gently remove the bandage with forceps.

Ling Ran let out a breath, feeling a mix of relief and regret.

"Doctor Zhou, I've brought the patient," Wang Jia said clearly.

"Thank you," Doctor Zhou paused his hands, turned around, and saw Ling Ran, a doctor he didn't recognize. He was momentarily stunned but didn't say anything.

Yunhua Hospital was the largest comprehensive hospital in the province, with over a thousand people in the hospital alone. Every year, more doctors came for training, observation, standardized training, and internships, so it was normal not to recognize someone.

With a patient in front of him, Doctor Zhou didn't want to ask questions, so he said, "Help me clean the wound. Mix 0.9% sodium chloride with iodine. Have you brought the anesthetic?"

"Two percent lidocaine," Wang Jia said while working, drawing the local anesthetic into a syringe and handing it to him.

Doctor Zhou took it, glanced at it, and then injected it into the edge of the patient's wound.

Ling Ran observed carefully, as if he were repairing a Transformer.

Although it might seem like a simple action to inject anesthetic, it's not easy for a layman to hit the right spot.

If the same dose doesn't work, you can secretly give another injection, but if you damage a nerve, it can be very troublesome.

In school, the teaching was mostly theoretical, and when it came to local anesthesia, it was often just a brief mention with a few typical examples.

However, when patients are injured, they don't follow the textbook. The internship for medical students is meant to supplement this.

"Rinse," Doctor Zhou commanded, throwing away the needle.

Ling Ran immediately picked up the solution bottle prepared by Wang Jia and poured it over the wound.

"More," Doctor Zhou said while using forceps to manipulate the wound.

His movements were simple and gentle, first removing foreign objects from the patient's wound, then cutting a small amount of skin around the wound.

For a superficial wound, this step completes more than half of the minor surgery.

Doctor Zhou, who had a square and slightly ugly face, was a meticulous and kind person. He smiled at the patient and said, "There are a lot of things on your wound, so we'll rinse it a few more times before suturing. Don't worry."

"Don't worry, don't worry," the patient, who was no longer in pain after the local anesthesia, relaxed her furrowed brows and said, "I fell into the mud, and there were pine needles. Will it be a problem?"

"It won't be a problem. We'll rinse it a few more times," Doctor Zhou said gently.

The patient, reassured, became less nervous.

Ling Ran, hearing this, seized the opportunity and said, "Doctor Zhou, can I complete the suturing?"

Having finally come out of the rest room and met a talkative doctor, he couldn't miss this chance.

The system's task was still hanging.

If he completed it perfectly, maybe he would get a Transformer as a reward?

Ling Ran's eyes were shining.

"Hmm... okay," Doctor Zhou didn't deliberately set obstacles and didn't even ask more questions.

If it were on the operating table, the chief surgeon would have many requirements for the assistant, and you couldn't just step in whenever you wanted.

But in the emergency room, for a small debridement surgery, there was no need to say so much.

Doctor Zhou, who spent every day in the emergency department, had seen many young doctors trying to get in on surgeries and was willing to give people opportunities.

He would watch from the side, and if there were any problems, he could take over without any trouble.

So many young doctors queued up outside the emergency room for this reason.

Emergency room doctors were known for being busy and tired, and they were willing to let go of such minor surgeries.

Ling Ran suppressed his emotions, prepared for the surgery, and slowly sat in the position Doctor Zhou had vacated.

If it weren't for the system, he wouldn't have looked for such an opportunity so soon.

However, now that he had the "Master-level Suturing Technique," Ling Ran was quite confident.

Especially since Doctor Zhou had already completed the debridement, suturing a small wound basically just required following the steps.

All of Ling Ran's thoughts stopped the moment he picked up the needle holder.

In Doctor Zhou's eyes, the young doctor's movements suddenly changed from clumsy to proficient.

Just a moment ago, Doctor Zhou was considering whether to take over the suturing, but in the next second...

Ling Ran inserted the needle subcutaneously, clamped and tied the knot, and performed interrupted sutures...

"Ah... finished?"

Doctor Zhou almost stumbled over his tongue in shock.

In the years he had spent in the emergency room, he had seen many fast surgical hands. There were even legends of surgeons who could suture a ruptured aorta in two minutes.

But, what kind of aura did such surgical masters have...

Doctor Zhou focused on Ling Ran, and a light from the overhead lamp just happened to shine on his shoulder.

Hmm... the light today is a bit blinding...