Chapter 1010: Doctor Qu

"Doctor Zuo, I'm really sorry." There was a big oolong, and the one who couldn't hold back the most was Liu Cishan from the Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery.

The smile on Zuo Cidian's face also subsided, and he said: "The matter has come to this point, there is nothing to say, but now we should be more careful, and don't be complained by the patient's family or the patient."

"Yes, I have asked the doctor in charge of the bed to communicate." The orthopedic department of Wuxin City No. 1 Hospital came forward and was also a deputy chief physician.

Zuo Cidian listened and nodded, and said: "There's nothing else, this kind of thing would not happen under normal circumstances, I'll just mention it to Dr. Ling."

"Yes, we will pay more attention in the future." Liu Cishan felt a little disgraced.

The scale of the city's No. 1 hospital is not very large, which is the level of a basic tertiary hospital. Liu Cishan has worked in this hospital for 20 years. It should be said that he is very familiar with the head and the situation is very clear. Unexpectedly, the embarrassment was actually thrown on the patient's family.

However, for doctors, the vagaries of diseases are never as unpredictable as the vagaries of patients' family members.

Liu Cishan didn't dare to make any guarantees, so he let the matter go with a haha, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

However, after Zuo Cidian was sent away, the deputy director of the orthopedics department immediately called the doctor in charge of the patient to ask and give instructions.

The doctor in charge of the patient was slightly disturbed.

Seeing this, the deputy director of the Department of Orthopedics said, "The patient's family members can't just ask for a flying knife, they can't let us go. What do the patient's family members say?"

"The patient's family members suggested that if it is not convenient for us to perform surgery, they would consider finding a private hospital for surgery."

The deputy director couldn't help looking at Liu Cishan.

"This family is a bit awkward. In fact, it's good to send them away. However, it's up to you." Liu Cishan can't guide his orthopedics work, so he can only suggest one sentence.

"Achilles tendon repair is actually a minor operation. The key patient is still a sports coach and has requirements for athletic ability. That's why we proposed to introduce Dr. Ling's throwing knife to him. Who would have thought that such a patient would appear in the patient's family?" A sister..." The deputy director of the orthopedics department explained, and said: "If it doesn't work, let them go out of the hospital."

Liu Cishan nodded: "The thoughts of patients and their families are relatively elusive."

"Yes, I'm also afraid that they will get angry again."

"Anyway, Dr. Ling doesn't say anything, let's not worry about it." Liu Cishan is also a little uncertain about the situation now, although it is said that every once in a while, there will be simple orders from the patient's family It's unbelievably stupid, but sometimes, for some reason, doctors make inexplicable decisions.

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Airport.

"Sir, your coat." The stewardess handed over a new Gucci coat with a smile on her face.

"Thank you." Dr. Qu took the coat with a smile on his face, and raised his hand to take his suitcase, feeling relaxed all over.

The coat was bought with the income from the previous few throwing knives, and the price was about the same as his salary for the month.

However, Dr. Qu doesn't care about such things now. Once the knife is thrown, the doctor's view of money will completely change.

Dr. Qu walked out of the passage slowly,

Dragging the box behind, there is no burden at all.

In the Bone Joint and Sports Medicine Center, above him are the directors and the deans of the branches, and below him there are highly educated and talented young doctors with hair, making people unable to relax.

The pinnacle of Dr. Qu's life was working as the attending doctor for Liu Weichen.

At that time, Dr. Qu still had the intention of operating on Liu Weichen himself—even though the probability was not high. But that is a hope after all.

After the dust of Liu Weichen's operation settled, Dr. Qu felt more and more boring doing it.

He thinks that he will never reach Ling Ran's level when he improves his skills, and it's not easy to raise his rank...

"Doctor Qu, this way." At the airport pick-up gate, a local representative of a pharmaceutical company and a family member of a patient who had made an appointment in advance waved their hands with signs.

Dr. Qu walked over with a slight smile, his steps brisk.

Rather than struggling in the bone and joint and sports medicine center, it is better to spend more time while young.

Of course, it is not so easy to come out and make a living, especially when you want to keep an eye on the name of a big hospital.

Only after all the work is done can Dr. Qu find time to do one or two throwing knife surgeries.

Most of his surgeries are contacted through private clinics in Shanghai, and the latter have to choose the location, and the location of the arrangement is often a leftover place that the more famous doctors are unwilling to go to, but Dr. Qu doesn't care that much.

As long as he can come out and make throwing knives, he is very satisfied. As for the extra three or four hours on the road, he doesn't care.

Anyway, he is not like the director-level doctors who can offer high prices or perform multiple operations at a time.

Only when he is far away from the Shanghai stock market and not in a provincial capital city can he find a suitable opportunity to throw a knife.

"Dr. Qu has worked hard." The local medical representative has never seen Dr. Qu himself, but was asked by a colleague to pick him up at the airport.

However, the medical representatives are all slick and slick, and they know how to get closer.

He picked up Dr. Qu's box and came over, and said, "Our car is parked, and we'll call over with just one call. We still have about two hours of high-speed rail travel. See, Dr. Qu, we're going straight there." Well, let’s eat something first.”

"Let's go directly." Doctor Qu predicted the itinerary, but he was still a little emotional. It would be much easier to make throwing knives in Yunhua. After all, it only took so long to fly here from the Shanghai stock market.

However, with such an idea, Dr. Qu was just thinking about it. Yunhua was Ling Ran's stronghold, if he crashed into it, Dr. Qu didn't think he would end up in a bad situation.

Regarding Ling Ran's Achilles tendon repair, Dr. Qu really studied it carefully.

After all, his own scientific research direction is in this area.

To be honest, Dr. Qu didn't think that he could complete the so-called Zhu-Ling Achilles tendon repair in his lifetime, even if he completed 80%, he also thought it was impossible.

This kind of understanding is also one of the reasons why Dr. Qu gave up his qualifications and turned to make money.

The medical world is originally a world of geniuses. Dr. Qu has known this for a long time, but only when you are close enough to geniuses, especially peerless geniuses, will you make decisions that determine your life's fate. Decide.

How many times, Dr. Qu even felt that Ling Ran came to the Bone, Joint and Sports Medicine Center as if he was making a throwing knife.

Of course, it is impossible for Ling Ran to charge like a flying knife for surgery in the Center for Bone, Joint and Sports Medicine, but other than that, Dr. Qu doesn't feel that Ling Ran's treatment is any different from that of a flying knife doctor.

"Wuxin City is not close to Yunhua." Dr. Qu got on the high-speed rail, commented, and then looked at Yunhua City in the distance, feeling more and more peaceful.

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