Super Magic Surgery System

After Chen Qun had a big lunch, there was a lot of noise at the door of the hospital. Three ambulances and more than three minibuses slowly drove into the parking lot of the hospital.

Looking at the two presidents who rushed over from the surgery building with a large group of doctors, everyone knew that this was the bus rollover accident just announced, only half an hour earlier than expected.

The comatose patients sent down from the two ambulances were claimed by the two presidents and sent directly to the operating room.

"Lao Zheng, the rest of the wounded will be arranged by you!"

When Gu Changsheng left, he gave all the tasks to Zheng Weiguo. After all, there are only three operating rooms in this remote county hospital. Now one of them is having a caesarean section, and the remaining two are occupied by them. The rest can only be handled by Zheng Weiguo, who is the most experienced.

The third patient was a broken leg bone. A middle-aged doctor snatched it at once. "I'm good at traumatic injuries. Give me this patient!"

The fourth one was all kinds of bruises and bruises. The most serious one was a 67cm long split in the forehead.

Chen Qun looked at the wound and couldn't help giving a diagnosis.

"The patient had a 6.7 cm tear on his left forehead."

Zheng Weiguo and several doctors and nurses could understand and looked at him with their eyes.

When Chen Qun saw the difference around him, he wanted to explain, and finally he closed his mouth. Can you tell us that he sewed thousands of stitches on the patient who was beaten late last night? As for the size and length of the wound, he involuntarily replaced it with the stitch spacing, and gave a rough figure directly.

Zheng Weiguo's face was quiet. With the help of a surgical genius like Chen Qun, he could naturally hand over these suture tasks to him.

"Xiao Chen, you are responsible for the cleaning and suturing of the patient's wound!"

Zheng Weiguo took another look and determined that there was no bone injury. He could rest assured that the young people would do it.

To Chen Qun, there is another reason not to say. It's the head injury. The stitches can be seen at a glance. It's a facade project. Naturally, we need to sew it up a little better, so that other patients can rest assured and leaders can have a good face.

Young people will not understand such a sophisticated way.

When he came to the emergency room, Chen Qun said what he had said all night.

"Five milliliters of 1% ricardine for wound treatment, 5-0 Prolene suture preparation, anesthesia needle preparation."

Taking advantage of his needling, Zhang Xin gently measured the length of the wound on the patient's forehead with the gauze thread in her hand, and then began to carefully wipe the forehead and cheek full of blood stasis with cotton.

It's just nine stitches, no more than one, quite the same number as Chen Qun expected.

Chen Qun could not help sighing in his heart. He thought he had done so much practice in medical school, but compared with the real practice last night, it was totally a matter of two concepts.

He looked at the neat single point interrupted suture on his forehead, almost perfect as a work of art. Just more understand, no matter how much practice, can't make up the gap brought by talent. Otherwise, it turns out that even the most attentive stitching will cause the tip of the needle to deviate from the position due to the shaking of the palm, and the stitches will become a mess.

At present, his accuracy is only 8, which is more than half of that of normal people. I don't know if he can embroider a picture of the mountains and rivers on the patient when the accuracy is 10.

Looking at the wound that had been sewn up, a woman nearby couldn't help praising her heartily, "my God, the suture of surgical needle and thread can be done more tightly and neatly than the suture I sewed. I really admire you surgeons!"

Zhang Xin, who was bandaging the wound for the patient with a hemostatic paste, said, "it depends on the skill of the doctor!"

The woman, who looked like an old lady, began to laugh. She squeezed her eyes at Chen Qun and began to laugh.

"Thank you, comrade doctor!"

Don't laugh so funny, OK?

"One 'heartfelt thanks', one point of experience, and 20% of the tasks completed."

Chen Qun's mouth can't be closed. He has only one point of experience in treating a slightly injured patient? This system is too stingy, isn't it 30 o'clock experience last time?

Little girl, there are 3 points of experience, too?

However, Chen Qun understood in a twinkling of an eye that the thanks came from outsiders, and the patient was probably not so sincere.

Zhang Xin goes out of the emergency room and shouts out“ If you need to sew the wound, come here and line up! "

Chen Qun looked at the clock on the wall. It took him only six minutes from the wound treatment to the end, half the time he spent practicing in the system. It seems that in addition to the nurses to help, the ability is also greatly improved.The next one came in was a young woman dressed in a coquettish way, her left hand full of burn marks.

When I asked, I found out that I was sitting on the fuel tank at the time of the accident. I was burned by the rising fire. The whole back of my hand was covered with soybean blisters and blood red skin.

"Second degree burn on the surface, use conservative treatment, give me gauze, I'll clean up the wound. Prepare antibacterial crude oil. It seems that there is one in the duty room on the opposite side. Who will take it? "

Chen Qun took a cotton swab and carefully wiped the soot and dirt on the wound skin with ether. His soft fingers hardly broke a blister. Then he used a soft brush to gently wash the skin. Finally, let the two nurses take over the next wound dressing.

The whole bus full of people rolled down the hill six or seven meters high. Fortunately, the slope is small, most of the passengers are some skin injuries, all sent to the county hospital for emergency treatment.

Chen Qun more and more practice makes perfect, just like flowing water to deal with the patient's wound. All the bleeding places on his body became the best place for him to practice his surgical skills. After he sewed up the wound of the eleventh patient, he found that there was no one in front of him.

"Hey, how lonely invincible is! I've just had a good time. As a result, there's no one! Xiao Li, go out and have a look, and then pull two people in! "

Zhang Xin sighed bitterly beside her, sorting out the neatly arranged instruments on the tool cart in front of her, and looked at Chen Qun with a sigh on her face.

Chen Qun could not help but Tucao this sentence, "do you have obsessive compulsive disorder, even make complaints about the operation of a Pyramid?"

Zhang Xin does not have to look back, backhand will be a tweezers on the back of an operating disc, issued a local light sound, staring over.

"It's all from the motherland. I always feel a little uncomfortable when I see too many big parades!"

Another nurse chuckled, "we Xinxin are known to be irregular and uncomfortable, Cova. Don't you know that since Xinxin became the head nurse of the emergency department, the appearance of the emergency department has become vigorous?"

Chen Qun's mouth shrank in secret. Xinxin? If I don't know, I think it's a gorilla! It's just that this gorilla is a little too beautiful!