Chapter 353: Alcohol Gel

Lu Wenbin was carrying a big and deep soup pot, walking like flying.

In the past month or so, in order to upgrade the emergency center, the emergency department has adjusted all staff, and even Ling Ran has shifted the focus of work to the paper.

The number of surgeries in the emergency department dropped drastically, and Lu Wenbin spent almost as much time in the gym as the kitchen, and the results were astonishing. Squatting the whole pot of pig’s trotters was extremely easy. Like playing.

When he arrived at the warehouse behind the emergency department building, Lu Wenbin looked around vigilantly. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he walked through the middle of the large-scale construction site, took a shortcut, and arrived at the front of the warehouse.

The warehouse is going to be converted into the ward of the emergency center, and now the construction of the main structure is nearing completion, and the decoration is in full swing.

Lu Wenbin went straight to the canteen in the east area on the second floor of the warehouse. Seeing that the construction was completed, he couldn't wait to get all the pots and pans.

The waiting room of the emergency department is quite cramped, unlike the newly built kitchen, which has a large area and is not open for work, where hundreds of catties of pig's trotters can be placed casually and cooked in any way.

Lu Wenbin put down the big soup pot, opened the window, and turned on the air purifiers on both sides. He stood on the balcony and waited for a while, feeling that the smell in the room had almost dissipated.

The decoration of the emergency center was relatively simple, and the smell was not very strong, so Lu Wenbin adapted quickly. It doesn’t matter if you don’t get used to it. In recent years, the expansion of hospitals has been the same routine. Buildings are built first, and then decoration is completed. At the same time, the original wards and operating rooms are supplemented and renovated. Even if there is no upgrade of the emergency center, the emergency department cannot escape the renovation. .

Lu Wenbin just inspected his pig's trotters cherishingly, took them into his hand and smelled them to make sure there was no strange smell, and put them one by one into the soup pot.

The trotters are all cleaned. He rented a house near the vegetable market and hired people to clean and purchase the trotters. Every morning, after Lu Wenbin selected the pig's trotters, the rest of the work was done by his subordinates, until the cooking step was handed over to Lu Wenbin to control again.

If not, Lu Wenbin would not have time to come to the hospital for surgery.

After all the pig's trotters were arranged, Lu Wenbin took out the prepared soup and poured it gently into the pot.

Seeing the dark soup being splashed all over the pot by the white trotters, Lu Wenbin couldn't help showing a satisfied smile on his face.

The time of cooking pig's trotters passed the fastest, and it was the time that made Lu Wenbin feel the happiest.

Wait until all preparations are completed,

Only then did Lu Wenbin turn around and call the hired worker who came to help, he cleaned up by himself, and hurried to the ward of the emergency department.

"Stop, have you washed your hands?" Wang Jia was standing in the aisle on the left side of the emergency department ward.

The observation room of the emergency department of Yunyi Surrounds the atrium and is divided into left and right parts. With the appearance of Ling Ran's treatment group, Ling Ran was in charge of all the left wards.

While Huo Congjun and the others were still doubtful about whether Ling Ran could do a good job in management, a partition glass door appeared at the front of the left ward, and nurses were on duty in groups.

It happened to be Wang Jia's turn today.

Although Lu Wenbin bought a house, bought a BMW car, and learned the Tang method to suture, he is still a resident doctor.

Lu Wenbin, the resident doctor, looked helplessly at the nurse and said, "I just went out and didn't touch anything."

"No." Wang Jia said firmly: "Doctor Ling said that all doctors must wash their hands when they come in and out, and the director is no exception."

"I..." Lu Wenbin lowered his head, obediently squeezed some alcohol gel out of the bottle by the door, wiped his hands...

"Smear it evenly, covering everything from fingers to wrists." Wang Jia's voice was cold, examining Lu Wenbin's hand as if looking at a pig's trotter.

Lu Wenbin had no choice but to apply the alcohol gel obediently before entering the ward.

In the corridor of the ward, four itinerant nurses were holding alcohol gel, looking at the doctors in the corridor with burning eyes.

Lu Wenbin lowered his head and walked quickly.

The mandatory disinfection measures in hospitals are actually done by every hospital, and some hospitals even do it very strictly and meticulously.

For this reason, a special department was born, the Department of Infectious Diseases.

The full name of the Hospital Infection Department is the Hospital Infection Management Department. It deals with iatrogenic infections and ensures that patients will not be infected due to medical activities.

It is conceivable that it is precisely because a large number of patients are infected due to medical activities that the hospital's infection department is necessary.

However, the reality is that, as an administrative action, the efficiency of the Infectious Diseases Department in most hospitals is regrettable, and the results are not significant.

The reason is that the medical staff did not cooperate, and the whole hospital could not persist, and there was no strong leadership.

As a kind of meticulous and hard-to-trace work, the Hospital Infection Department can be said to be a typical thankless work.

Most of the time, it is difficult to get the cooperation of medical staff even if the hospital's infection department or the upper management of the hospital intends to act.

However, when Ling Ran became the team leader of Ling's treatment team, his request was firstly met with the active cooperation of the nurses.

In a hospital, if the operating room is dominated by the chief surgeon, then the wards outside the operating room belong to the nurses.

In any ward, doctors and patients are just passing through.

Only nurses are eternal.

"Did you wash your hands?" A nurse frowned involuntarily as she passed by Lu Wenbin.

"Washed." Lu Wenbin immediately stretched out his hand and looked at the other party pitifully: "The skin is going to be washed off."

"Doctor Ling said that if you apply a small amount of alcohol gel, it won't hurt the skin too much." The nurse seriously corrected Lu Wenbin's words.

Lu Wenbin smiled wryly: "If it doesn't hurt the skin, I won't be able to keep applying it."

"Is your skin injured?" The nurse frowned and looked at Lu Wenbin.

"Not hurt yet..."

"That means you're not injured." The nurse interrupted Lu Wenbin's words decisively, and said, "When you are injured, it's not too late to stand up and question. Doctor Ling will not be wrong."

Lu Wenbin shook his head: "How do you know that Dr. Ling is right?"

"Doctor Ling is so handsome, how could he say something wrong." The little nurse puffed up her chest, her tone was serious and forceful.

Lu Wenbin was stunned, not knowing how to refute.

"I'm going to see the patient." Lu Wenbin avoided the nurse's preaching and rushed into the nearest ward.

A bottle of alcohol gel hung on the wall of the ward.

Beside each hospital bed hangs a bottle of alcohol gel.

Alcohol gel was hung on the window sills and behind the doors.

"Before touching patients, you must disinfect your hands first, and disinfect them one by one." Another nurse squeezed her head in from the corridor, and said again: "Keep in mind the lesson of puerperal fever."

Puerperal fever was a high incidence in the 19th century, and the incidence rate of puerpera delivered in hospitals was several times higher than that outside hospitals. The reason was that the hands saved by doctors were not disinfected.

This kind of black history is what doctors try their best to forget, and Lu Wenbin is no exception. He couldn't help but mutter: "Responsible nurses and doctors with obsessive-compulsive disorder really can't stand it."

"Are you refusing to wash your hands?" The little nurse picked up the whistle under her neck, ready to blow it at any time.

Lu Wenbin laughed three times, and didn't say that he had wiped off the alcohol gel. He grabbed a bottle and wiped it on again.

It will be half a minute before I come into contact with the patient again.

The patient and the family members of the patient were quite happy, smiling.

Lu Wenbin's mood also gradually calmed down.

For doctors, washing their hands is just a trivial matter, but Ling Ran insisted that Lu Wenbin and others would not deliberately disobey it.

In just a few days, Team Ling of Yunyi's emergency department got used to living with alcohol gel.