Great Doctor Ling Ran

"Dr. Hashimoto wants to see Ling Ran's surgery, and he has to wait for us to arrange the patient ..." Huo Congjun's eyes were directed at Dr. Zhou.

Dr. Zhou had the most ghost ideas. Just now, he had been guessing everyone's thoughts. At this time, he was photographed by Huo Congjun's bull's eye, and Dr. Zhou immediately stood up and said, "Is it OK to watch the video?"

"By the way, we have a video!" Huo Congjun immediately praised Dr. Zhou in his heart, thinking that although this guy is lazy, his head is quite flexible.

Dr. Zhou smiled, "Our operating room 1 has had several operations, and the video should still be."

Earlier the shooting operation was mainly for Ling Ran to learn on his own, and also meant to spot check Huo Congjun.

The operating room of Yunyi Emergency Department No. 1 is in good condition. The shooting in the operating room is relatively convenient, but it is not often opened. Ling Ran and other small doctors are considered to be the most frequently used.

"So, let's watch the video first?" Huo Cong's question was used, but it was already decided.

Compared with the operation at the scene, there is no risk in watching the video, and it can still be transmitted through Hashimoto Shiro.

"The video is also very good." Hashimoto Shiro nodded in agreement.

"Go get it for the old week." Huo Congjun commanded and looked at Director Jin.

The latter immediately brought people over to debug the device.

Soon, the luxurious 98-inch LCD screen of hand surgery released the scene of the operating room.

"Patient Mao Jiaying, 35 years old, with a single finger laceration ..." Lu Wenbin was called to the stage to introduce. He is both a resident and a helper. All patients have a history of illnesses that need to be familiar with the chest. Instead, they are Ling Ran, the main surgeon. Instead of paying attention to so many chores, he only needs to listen to the simplified information of Lu Wenbin, such as allergies. Symptoms, physiological indicators that affect surgery, and so on.

Director Wang Haiyang and other Lu Wenbin made basic introductions and then said coldly, "This patient is the patient you just tested."

Pan Hua read the case and nodded, thinking, "We just did the test ..."

"Wait, let me guess." Shiro Hashimoto reached out to prevent Pan Hua's explanation.

I saw him squint, stretched his neck, and slowly said, "Is this the first patient, right? A single-finger laceration fits, from the injured area ..."

"You guessed right." Wang Haiyang interrupted him and asked, "Can you start?"

The resident of the hand surgery immediately ended the suspension.

The video starts directly from the moment of surgery. The left two-thirds of the screen is looking directly at the operation surface of the surgery, and the other third simultaneously plays the scene in the operating room and the values ​​on the monitor.

Hashimoto Shiro carefully compared the movements of Ling Ran's hands and the state of the surgery field, and there was no snoring.

After the hand function test of the golden wing method was performed on the patient, Hashimoto Shiro no longer considered the problems in the operation, and his observation focused on Ling Ran itself.

Ling Ran, wearing a mask and micro-glasses, can't see his face, but his straight nose, smooth skin, straight waist, and flawless figure are still very uncomfortable for Shiro Hashimoto.

This kind of idol-level man was entangled by girls during middle school and couldn't learn, or wasted his youth in the community.

Hashimoto Shiro's eyes cruised and fell on the equipment nurse.

The young nurse is very young, with big eyes and long eyelashes, a small nose that is cute, busy and focused, and her **** seem to be big.

Hashimoto Shiro's surgeon attributed his upper body, and smiled in Japanese: "Is the nurse in China very beautiful, is she Ling's girlfriend? What's her name?"

Ling Ran hesitated and looked at Lu Wenbin. He performs four or five operations every day. How can I remember every nurse who cooperated, that is, Wang Jia and others who are familiar with it.

Lu Wenbin has not spoken yet, and the ugly resident doctor couldn't help but said: "This is Su Mengxue, of course, not Dr. Ling's girlfriend."

His voice is not loud, but he is very fluent: "Although Su Mengxue has only been in our hospital for more than a year, she has been a full-time nurse in the operating room. She particularly likes to eat noodles, and she can eat spicy food, but she ca n’t eat any fat type……"

"It's not Dr. Ling's girlfriend. It's a shame. It's a cute girl. Is rice noodle crossing the bridge noodle?" Hashimoto Shiro asked through an interpreter.

The ugly resident nodded.

Hashimoto Shiro sighed longly and said, "The Chinese hospital is also very good. The beautiful young nurses will make the doctors cheer up. When I was in the hospital, the cooperative nurses I often met were aunts. ... "

Hashimoto Shiro said that the translation can only be translated in half, and turned over, you can not hear Shiromoto Hashimoto speak, but heard a Japanese-style heavy breathing.

The same look also changed the general ugly resident.

Looking at the 98-inch LCD screen again, Su Mengxue, a device nurse, approached Ling Ran, and she didn't know what to say, so she pressed her face to his chest, and struck her in front of Ling Ran's chest. I stumbled again, stumbled again ...

In the direction that the director of the operating room couldn't see, Su Mengxue, the young little nurse, clearly showed a happy expression of enjoyment.

But she forgot ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ The direction she turned around was exactly the direction of the camera.

"She talked just now? What did she say?" The ugly resident doctor knew that he couldn't speak for himself, but asked nervously.

"She's going to sweat." Ling Ran explained with a usual look.

"Sweating ... can you sweat like this?" His voice trembled after spending several years in the operating room.

"Isn't it?" Ling Ran asked back.

Standing one meter tall, Wenbin Bin looked at a colleague in the hospital with a name that was so ordinary that he could hardly remember it, with a sympathetic smile and a natural presence.

Shiro Hashimoto, who had done more than ten years ago in the operating room, was not seen by his body just because of his heavy weight.

The translator tried his best to raise his ears to barely hear Shiro Hashimoto's self-proclaimed words: Appeared, the legendary operating room actually turned out to exist.

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