After three o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Chuan from the plastic surgery center took time to receive a mother and daughter in the examination room after a friend's request.

A graceful and luxurious mother pushed her daughter, who looked over 20 years old and a little embarrassed, to Wang Chuan.

"Director Wang, this is my daughter Qiu Jue."

"She was driving at noon and had a series of car accidents, and her head hit the steering wheel."

"A five or six centimeter-long wound appeared on the eyebrow bone."

Wang Chuan looked at Qiu Jue's beautiful face and the medical wound tape that was pasted on the left eyebrow bone, and nodded gently and said, "I also heard of that serial car accident at noon, and it hurt many people."

"I also heard that it was caused by a Cayenne driving and speeding?"

Qiu Jue's mother said angrily: "Not!"

"It is said that the speed of the car is 200, and the car that caused the accident rushed around and hit several cars before stopping."

"My daughter couldn't dodge her brakes and was hit by other vehicles."

She pointed to the medical tape on Qiu Jue's left eyebrow bone and said worriedly: "This is the first time she has experienced such a thing and is frightened."

"I was sent to the hospital and was confused and let a very young intern doctor stitch the wound casually."

"This is a wound on the face, if there is a scar..."

Qiu Jue's mother looked at Wang Chuan and asked: "Director Wang, you are a great expert in plastic surgery. Please give me some trouble and treat her with the wound again."

"She doesn't have a boyfriend yet."

"What if the appearance is broken?"

Wang Chuan comforted her gentle words: "Don't worry, plastic surgery is so developed now that the bell ringer of Notre Dame has become a prince charming, which can be realized now, let alone a small scar."

"I'll look at the wound first."

He reached out and gently lifted the medical tape on Qiu Jue's left eyebrow bone.

Using four zero sutures and parallel stitching, a light red wound that was sutured was revealed in front of Wang Chuan.

As soon as he saw the wound sutured, he couldn't help but say "Huh".

Seeing Wang Chuan's surprised expression, Qiu Jue's mother asked worriedly: "Director Wang, is it difficult to deal with?"

Qiu Jue also looked at Wang Chuan with a nervous look on his face.

Wang Chuan knew that he had lost his composure and hurriedly explained: "Don't worry, it's not that the wound is difficult to deal with, I'm just surprised that the wound is handled and sutured so well."

"You guys see..."

Seeing Wang Chuan, who was happy to hunt, he introduced with great enthusiasm: "The spacing between the stitches is moderate, and it is as accurate as a ruler."

"The distance from each needle eye to the wound is also accurate and the same."

"Look at it again, the tightness of the suture..."

Wang Chuan continued to introduce: "I can tell that the strength of each stitch when the doctor was suturing was the same."

Seeing that Qiu Jue's mother's expression was a little confused, Wang Chuan immediately lost the interest in further introduction.

He simply said: "The expert knows the trick."

"Ms. Qiu, Miss Qiu, this suture detail fully shows that the wound is treated like art and is perfect."

"I can assure you that after the wound heals, the scar is almost nothing, and I no longer need to deal with it."

Qiu Jue's mother asked with some doubts: "Director Wang, is this wound really that good?"

Wang Chuan said with a little dissatisfaction: "My decent director of the plastic surgery center can still deceive you?"

"The wound is really well treated. If I retreat it, it will make the scar after healing more obvious."

"Wait a minute, I'll give you another box of scar repair cream."

"After the wound is removed, apply it once a day in the morning and evening. In another week, the scar will almost disappear completely."

Wang Chuan again put medical tape on Qiu Jue's wound and asked: "Do you remember which chief physician in the emergency department was the wound you treated?"

Qiu Jue shook his head gently and said, "Director Wang, not the chief doctor, but a very young resident."

"I heard the little nurse call him Dr. Yan!"

"Doctor Yan?"

Wang Chuan repeated it and said to himself: "There are very few doctors in the hospital whose surname is Yan..."

Yan Feifan explained it one by one as a colleague I met online, discussing cases together, and motivating each other to compete, and easily fooled his sister.

After sending his sister away, Yan Feifan returned to the emergency hall again to observe the rescue work of the injured up close.

Unfortunately, four rescue operations and two people were pronounced dead.

The other two people who were temporarily rescued were also sent to the ICU ward and need to be closely observed.

Yan Feifan also learned that three people died at the scene of this traffic accident.

This once again witnessed the tragic traffic accident and made him feel it necessary to reconsider his sister's plan to buy a car.

If I had obtained a driver's license, it had been three or four years since I had obtained my driving license, and I had few opportunities to practice during this period.

Yan Feifan was a little worried that his sister had the driving skills, driving on the road would have a high possibility of becoming a female road killer.

This is harmful to others and oneself...

After the emergency department returned to its usual pace of work, everyone began to work on the electronic paperwork for this rescue work.

Because it involves many issues such as injury assessment, accountability and compensation, the electronic paperwork requirements are as detailed as possible.

Although tablets have voice input functions, when it comes to medical professional words, there are typos, which is very difficult to modify.

Yan Feifan is still honest and uses the on-screen keyboard to type.

He was busy on his tablet for more than an hour, and it was not until 4:30 pm that he had finished entering the work of dealing with the injuries of several injured people.

The time it took was much longer than his treatment time.

Afterwards, Yan Feifan took the tablet to find Director Wang, and he needed to review it.

The most important thing is that he urgently dealt with the behavior of the patient with craniocerebral hemorrhage, and Director Wang needed to sign and approve it on the electronic medical record...

In the director's office, Dr. Wang Yuming sat on the chair without much image, looking through the electronic medical records submitted by Yan Feifan.

"Xiaoyan, I have randomly inspected a wounded person you treated."

"I originally thought that after nearly two years of delay, your technology will decline a lot..."

Wang Yuming said with relief: "I didn't expect that you gave me a big surprise."

"Xiaoyan, you didn't disappoint me."

Yan Feifan whispered: "Teacher, thank you for your praise!"

"Actually, it's like riding a bicycle. Even if you haven't ridden it for many years, the skill will never be forgotten."

Wang Yuming smiled and said, "Your metaphor is not appropriate. The more you use this stitching technique, the more you become, the more proficient it is, but there is no reason why it becomes more unfamiliar and progressive it."

"I understand that you have put in a lot of effort in private."

"Xiaoyan, your health is important. Don't fight for the day, take it easy!"

Wang Yuming said with concern and satisfaction: "Xiaoyan, I have received the news from the brain surgery department."

"Your patient with cerebral hemorrhage who was urgently dealing with is no longer in danger of life."

"It's just that whether there is any brain injury will be confirmed after he wakes up and after further examination."

"Doctor Lu also specifically said that the treatment of nasal puncture and drainage of intracranial pressure is very solid and accurate, and it is very beautiful."

As he said this, Wang Yuming tapped a little on the tablet screen with his finger, and then Long Feifengwu wrote down his own name.

"He also asked me if I did this puncture drainage myself?"

"When I said it was you, he still exclaimed incredible."

"After all, this needle puncture requires a very deep understanding of the human body and brain structure. It is difficult to do without more than ten years of clinical treatment experience."

Yan Feifan said modestly: "Teacher, I'm just lucky for a while."

Wang Yuming said seriously: "This needle puncture reflects technology, experience, and confidence, but it is not luck."

"Xiaoyan, you made me look forward to your future more and more..."
Chapter completed!