After binding with the system, I became a proctology expert.

"You're on duty with me tonight, Xiao Lu."

Let's think about what to eat tonight.

Although Lu Renxin had already passed the medical licensing exam during his second year of graduate school, he was still a student.

When he's on night shift, he'll be paired with a senior doctor.

If there's anything going on at night, I'll contact him first; if he can't handle it, then I'll go to my superiors.

His superior tonight is Deputy Director Zhang.

Upon hearing the word "meal," Lu Renxin's face, worn down by his medical history, regained a glimmer of light.

Just as the two were discussing what to eat, there was a knock on the door:

"Knock knock knock".

Who is it?

At this time, the anesthesia for the surgical patients who have just returned is still in effect.

The problems of other patients have been basically resolved.

who can that be?

"Please come in."

A burly man with tattooed arms squeezed through the door carrying two large bags; it was Zhang Long.

Lu Renxin asked patiently, "What's wrong? Is there something you need?"

Zhang Long rubbed his hands together and laughed heartily:

"Dr. Lu, thank you for taking care of me these past few days, especially with the dressing changes."

"I know you're on duty tonight, so I bought you some milk tea as a token of my appreciation."

So that's how it is. As a doctor, he declined:

"It's all part of our job, we don't need to buy anything."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Long placed two takeout bags on the table:

"Don't mention it, I've put the nurse's here too."

He then turned around and left.

"Hey, don't go—"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Long was able to unleash high-speed movement despite his injury.

Never mind, it's all from my brother's heart.

He sat back down in his chair and said to Zhang Wenhua:

"Thanks for your support, Brother Long. That's good, we don't need to order drinks."

He forcefully pulled open the milk tea bags that were stapled shut and took out the milk teas one by one.

Red grapefruit berries, mango coconut clouds, mango coconut blueberries...

Oh no! We're doomed!

Lu Renxin wanted to imitate the movements in the famous painting "The Scream".

It's full of minefields, absolutely full of minefields.

In hospitals, it's especially taboo to eat any kind of berries, mangoes, or mangoes...

As a result, the entire army was wiped out.

The two looked at each other, wondering if it was too late to take it out now.

The on-duty nurse, Li Lanli, came in and said to the two heads huddled together, seemingly doing nothing:

"What are you two doing? Bed 14 said they brought us milk tea, I'm here to choose one."

Lu Renxin straightened up, exposing the milk tea that had been completely hidden to her view.

"what!"

"Take it away, take it away now, I'm on the night shift!"

Li Lanli took a few cups and gave them to the nurses at the nurses' station, asking them to drink them at home.

If he and Zhang Wenhua don't drink it, it won't taste good tomorrow, and it would be a waste of the patient's good intentions.

I'm worried about being cursed if I drink it.

Ultimately, I decided to defy fate and give it a try.

The main reason is that proctology is different from cardiology and neurology.

There will be no situation requiring emergency treatment or where the condition is critical.

It's nothing serious, just some minor issues.

So what if I drink it? What's there to be afraid of?

Besides, their department also has the added benefit of a Coca-Cola array.

A row of Coca-Cola bottles was neatly arranged on the windowsill.

Small bottles, medium bottles, tin cans, large buckets, sugar-free... we have it all.

This is called Coca-Cola.

Hospitals are places that emphasize science, but at the same time, they are also places that emphasize metaphysics.

There are some things you just have to believe, like right now.

"Okay, okay, I'll prescribe the medicine right away..."

The phone was unusually busy tonight, even though I don't usually get many calls.

Lu Renxin had just hung up the previous call when another call came in.

Li Lanli's tone carried a hint of helplessness:

"A patient with bleeding has arrived and has been taken to the dressing room."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

After Lu Renxin summoned Zhang Wenhua, the two went to the dressing room together.

"Old Wang, it's you."

When Zhang Wenhua saw the patient's familiar face, he immediately recognized him as one of his old patients.

"I remember you had surgery ten days ago and were just discharged from the hospital a few days ago. What happened?"

The patient, whose face was slightly pale due to bleeding, couldn't help but complain as soon as he saw his surgeon approaching:

"Dr. Zhang, it just so happens to be your shift."

"You have no idea how painful it is to go to the toilet back home; it's like having a knife pulled on your butt."

"I dared not eat or poop. I hadn't had a bowel movement for several days. Tonight, my stomach hurt, so I said I was going to squat on the toilet."

"I just couldn't poop, and when I strained, I started bleeding; half the toilet was full..."

Zhang Wenhua understood his situation; the bleeding was caused by improper exertion during the suture shedding period.

The conventional method for treating hemorrhoids is external stripping and internal ligation.

Internally ligated hemorrhoids will undergo a process of necrosis and sloughing off.

This is the most crucial and stressful stage of postoperative recovery.

Around 7 to 14 days after the surgery, when the ligature comes loose, it will create a small incision on the wound.

If the stool is too dry, the strain is too strong, or the activity level is too high at this time, it may cause blood vessels to rupture and bleed.

This patient is just too dry and exerts too much effort.

Bright red blood gushed out, quickly soaking through his clothes.

The first thing to do in this situation is to find the bleeding point and stop the bleeding quickly.

Zhang Wenhua used cotton to clean away the secretions and blood that were obstructing her vision, fully exposing the wound.

Next, test the suspected bleeding site by pressing firmly and observing whether the blood continues to flow.

Then sprinkle some hemostatic powder on it.

After struggling for almost twenty minutes, I still couldn't find a clear location of the bleeding, and the medicine powder wasn't very effective.

"No, I'll have to get one stitch."

"Lanli, get me a needle."

Li Lanli agreed and quickly walked to the nurses' station to get the needle.

Less than two minutes later, the door to the dressing room opened again, and Lu Renxin thought it was Li Lanli returning.

However, another nurse pushed the patient in instead.

"Old Zhang, this patient is also bleeding."

Li Lanli agreed and quickly walked out of the dressing room.

Less than a minute later, the door to the dressing room opened again, and another nurse wheeled the patient in.

"Old Liu, this patient is also bleeding."

"What! Another one!"

Both Lu Renxin and Zhang Wenhua were filled with shock.

Two bleeding patients came in one night. Zhang Wenhua had worked here for twenty years and had never encountered such a number more than a handful of times.

Good heavens, is a cup of milk tea really that potent?

Another patient was also quickly lifted onto the treatment bed.

Zhang Wenhua's current patients are not yet cured, so the new patients can only be handed over to Lu Renxin.

As a skilled worker, Lu Renxin was familiar with every step.

He quickly began cleaning, locating the blood spots, and applying pressure...

No, it won't stop, this one needs an injection too.

The nurse helped him hold the patient down to relax his muscles and relieve his pain.

Lu Renxin administered local anesthesia with lidocaine and waited two minutes for the anesthesia to take effect.

Insert an anoscope—a trumpet-shaped instrument.

Next, use cotton balls to clean the blood clots and other dirt again.

He then carefully rotated the anoscope to locate the severed end.

There isn't one here.

Found it, it's here.