Chapter One Thousand and Seven

early morning.

Together with the nurses, Ye Sigong helped his father take care of him before he left the ward and started a day's ward rounds.

Although it is a county hospital, the beds in the wards are full. Most of them are old patients, and a few are locals who are going to be transferred to the city for surgery. Generally speaking, the condition is not serious, and the treatment is not complicated. .

Ye Sigong's face was sullen, and he spoke as carefully as possible. After turning around, he was slightly relieved, and sat back on the chair in the office, feeling a little dazed.

"Doctor Ye, I want to ask, my dad's wound still hurts, and it seems that there is still some pus..." A family member of the patient knocked on the door and walked in directly.

"I'm just about to make an order. I'll change his medicine later and check the situation. Now other indicators are normal..." Ye Sigong smiled, and reluctantly comforted the patient's family members.

This patient was operated on by the director, but the level of the director is the same. In addition, the patient's own condition is not good, the nursing is not good, and the wound can't heal for more than a week. When the patient's family came to look for him, Ye Sigong could only explain.

For further operations, he has no authority, let alone confidence.

Speaking of which, he is still the grandson of the director, but in the county hospital where the director's apprentices have left one after another, this status does not seem to be considered an honor.

"Chief Ye, have you finished your ward round?" The nurse who came in was about the same age as Ye Sigong, but entered the hospital eight years earlier than him. At this time, with an acquaintance's smile, she said, "The omeira injection in front of you, We've run out."

"It's gone again. I'll take care of it later." Ye Sigong knew what was going on, but he didn't want to do it right now.

"I got the notification." The nurse said and went out.

"Okay." Ye Sigong wasn't too polite, so he just responded, and picked up the tea again, only to feel that the freshly brewed tea was bitter and astringent.

"Doctor Ye."

There was another greeting at the door, forcing Ye Sigong to put down his teacup.

Ye Sigong turned his head and glanced, but it was the medical representative of Duke Company.

"Manager Fang." Ye Sigong laughed.

Working in the county hospital, Ye Sigong is not so tough compared to the doctors in the tertiary hospitals. Of course, there are still psychological advantages.

Du Ke's medical representative, Comrade Fang, smiled and said, "Doctor Ye, last time you said you wanted to go to study, I'll ask you about it."

"Oh, did you ask?" Ye Sigong regained his spirit immediately.

"What do you think of the general foreigner of the first hospital in Yunhua City? In about three months, the bonus will be given according to the average salary of the hospital, and the rest will not be guaranteed." Lao Fang introduced the treatment with a smile. But it's just pretending. When it comes to doctors entering the hospital, the income of further medical training depends on the department itself in the end. However, there is always a baseline for reference.

Ye Sigong was slightly moved.

The technology inheritance system of their county hospital has basically collapsed now. The old director is too old, and his knowledge structure is also old. What he learned back then was laparotomy, and because of the hospital's restrictions, it was almost the end of the cholecystectomy. When he was young, he even cut the intestines. Not only are fewer patients willing to undergo this type of surgery in the county hospital, but the director himself is also unwilling to do it.

Originally, the evolution and development of laparoscopy was also beneficial to county hospitals. Laparoscopic surgery has less trauma, simple nursing care, and less pressure on patients and doctors. The director arranged for two students to learn laparoscopy early on.

However, because of the early development of new technologies, apprentices learn new technologies quickly, and the speed at which the director's apprentices are poached far exceeds expectations. In other words, it far exceeded the training speed of the hospital.

Especially for the doctors assigned in the 1990s, whose family is not in the local area, after learning the skills, the first choice is to change jobs.

Jumping to the present, the department has finally returned to the essence of a county hospital, and its status and income are similar to those of a local bank.

For doctors in their thirties like Ye Sigong, promotion has become easier. Basically, they can be hired by the hospital after passing the attending examination.

However, it is not so easy to learn technology and struggle.

It is simple and easy to learn laparotomy from the director, but now there are a few patients who are willing to have their appendix and gallbladder opened.

In fact, the director is too lazy to teach, what are the students who have been taught to open their stomachs? Not to mention the poor operation that robbed him, he might just run away in the future.

Nowadays, Ye Sigong and others almost always go to big hospitals to study technology.

On the whole, the City First Hospital is a good choice.

Although it is a relatively basic tertiary hospital, the number of patients is still guaranteed, and the number of surgeries is naturally high. On the other hand, the tertiary hospitals like the City No. 1 Hospital are more humane. If you are a human being in the medical society, you will be able to make friends. If you are lucky, you can also get to know the director and deputy directors. Some things are more convenient.

Ye Sigong thought about this, then looked at the medical representative opposite, and said, "The first hospital in the city is quite good. Well, the Yun doctor you mentioned before, is there no quota?"

"Yun doctor is in short supply right now." Lao Fang smiled, but at the same time he felt a little headache.

It was not so easy to find a doctor, he asked Zuo Cidian about his qualifications, and Zuo Cidian asked him to provide candidates. It can't be that he asks the conditions, and then there is no feedback at all, or even less feedback, and the other party has to settle in the heart of ci, and there is no fixed rule. It all depends on the feelings of both parties.

As for a medical representative, he couldn't offend a doctor like Zuo Cidian.

Ye Sigong didn't know what Lao Fang was thinking, so he smiled and said, "Yun doctor must be in short supply, but I'll only go for two or three months, so there's no chance? The emergency department should be short of people and crazy right now."

"You want to go to Dr. Ling's treatment group. Dr. Ling's emergency department is rare now. If you don't shy away and just go to Yunyi's emergency department, then I really have a way." Lao Fang said Half truths.

Ye Sigong chuckled: "It's only two or three months of study time, and it's not okay to spend it in the emergency department. If it takes longer, I don't care if it's just a little bit of effort..."

"Two or three months is actually quite good." Lao Fang eased the emotions of both parties.

"That's right. The benefits of a small hospital." Ye Sigong gritted his teeth.

This is actually one of their benefits, that is, they can go out to study for a period of time every two or three years. This is also a compromise measure given by the director. If the young doctors are not given any chance, everyone will be bored and have no future. They might just resign and become medical representatives.

Ye Sigong didn't go out to study for the past two years because of his father, but now he has more choices.

Lao Fang laughed twice and said, "To be honest, if you had come to me half a year ago, I would have been able to get you to the emergency department of Yunyi Hospital. Now things are not easy to handle."

Similarly, there is something bragging in this statement, but there is also something real.

At the very least, it was relatively easy for the interns of Yunyi Hospital half a year ago.

Ye Sigong said casually: "What are they stuck with now? Education or age?"

Doctors in different hospitals have different hobbies. Generally speaking, even if senior doctors have any ideas, no matter how absurd, they will be put into practice most of the time.

For example, some senior doctors like young people, so they will stick to their age; some doctors themselves are highly educated, and they like to get 985, 211, plus an education requirement, which is not only the demand for the same kind, but also to show off .

In addition, some doctors also have specific haters. In terms of academic qualifications alone, some doctors hate 8-year medical students, and some hate 4+4 medical students. The first school has always wanted people.

However, after all, one has to study for a period of time to study medicine, and most of the departments do not refuse anyone who comes, and those who can make a request must be a strong person themselves.

Otherwise, it would become a big laughing stock in the industry if a bunch of elite soldiers and generals gathered under the banner were to lose the chain during the operation.

Lao Fang has been in the industry for so long, and he also knows what Ye Sigong's question means, but now he smiles wryly.

"Is there content?" Ye Sigong's heart moved: "Does this Dr. Ling have a special hobby?"

"No, no." Lao Fang didn't dare to bear such gossip, and quickly said: "If you tell me, you may not believe it. The Ling treatment group over there hasn't been eating well lately..."

Lao Fang described the situation in detail.

It is impossible not to describe it in detail. If there is less to say, he is afraid that strange rumors will spread.

For this kind of thing, the medical representatives who are interested in taking root in the medical industry are all respectful and insensitive.

But Ye Sigong listened to it, and thought carefully: "So, the current demand is only stuck in this culinary art?"

"That's right." Lao Fang looked at Ye Sigong and said uncertainly, "You can't happen to be a culinary skill passed down in your family."

"No, my dad used to be a doctor too. Our whole family is a doctor." Ye Sigong paused and said, "However, I usually cook by myself when I'm at home."

"Did you do well?"

"My hot and sour potato shreds and curry chicken are okay."

"Oh..." The hope that had just surged up in Lao Fang dissipated again.

He has already sent videos of several doctors to Zuo Cidian to watch, as well as small pastries to try, but it is obvious that Comrade Zuo Cidian is very strict. However, under the current hospital training system, ordinary doctors cannot practice cooking skills.

According to Lao Fang's thinking, maybe only a doctor who comes from a culinary family and has practiced extraordinary culinary skills before high school can meet Zuo Cidian's requirements.

"You can't find a suitable person now?" Ye Sigong thought for a while, then asked Lao Fang again.

"Sure, there is no such person nowadays." Lao Fang also expressed helplessness, and said: "Actually, cooking and so on are trivial things, right? Going out to do medical training, especially for doctors like Dr. Ling There are many benefits to studying doctors. Among other things, Dr. Zuo’s request clearly states that he takes the knife with him every time. As far as I know, Dr. Ling’s treatment team now has an assistant’s one-day subsidy. 2,000 yuan, which is fixed, plus some food subsidies, 5,000 yuan for two days out, and 10,000 to 20,000 yuan for one month, and Yunyi’s own bonus is not too old..."

Ye Sigong's heart trembled.

Now doctors, in the departments that make money in the hospitals that make money, earn 30,000 yuan a month for an attending doctor, which is quite a lot. For example, doctors in general surgery, one of the attendings who digs out shit counts as one, and those who can see 20,000 yuan feel that shit is sweet.

It doesn't cost 20,000 yuan, but if he can get 15,000 more per month, he can cover his mortgage and his father's nursing expenses, and then he will be really relaxed.

"Yes, I see. Let's get in touch at any time." Ye Sigong had an idea in his mind, but he didn't tell Lao Fang, he just sent it out properly.

Lao Fang only treated him politely as a doctor from the county hospital, thanked him a few times before leaving the department.

Ye Sigong sat back on the chair again, began to look through his mobile phone, and finally stopped on the name of "Chef of Taifeng Building".

"Old Jiang." Ye Sigong dialed the phone:

"You said, how long will it take for me to quickly become a chef?"

"So long? Hey, we can work more and rest less."

"What is 10 hours? When I was preparing for the medical school exam, I slept 10 hours in two days, every year."

"It's absolutely fine for me to stay up for half a month. We do surgery, this is a common thing."

"No, no, absolutely not, I don't mean to look down on people, but I think so, I still have a little foundation, in your restaurant, I study 20 hours a day for ten days and half a month, I just want to make home-cooked dishes beautiful, delicious and healthy, tell me, is it still possible."

"Don't be afraid of being tired! Just treat me as a grandson, as long as you don't worry about it, you can do whatever you want."

"Hey, what do you think I was living in the hospital..."

"Yes, yes, that's it. You wait for me for an hour. I'll ask for a leave of absence, and I'll go find you."

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