Chapter 1079 Understand

Director Ma woke up not long after the operation.

Zhang Anmin, who was in charge of guarding, quickly sent a message to Ling Ran, and then asked warmly: "Director Ma, how do you feel?"

"Surgery done?" Director Ma looked around, his brain updating information in real time.

Zhang Anmin nodded, and said, "The operation is complete. There was very little bleeding during the operation, only a little over 100ml, so there was no blood transfusion."

Although it is not a pure bloodless fairyland, but a liver tumor operation, only bleeding to 100, is enough to blow it out for a year.

Because of this, Zhang Anmin's tone was solemn, his expressions and movements were relatively in place, and he felt good about himself, giving Ling Ran a wave of praise.

Director Ma was puzzled: "Surgeries require blood transfusion, right? Isn't it better to have blood transfusion?"

Zhang Anmin's masticatory muscles tensed for two seconds, and he once again showed the ugly smile of a middle-aged doctor: "There is no need for blood transfusion, and the risk of blood transfusion always exists. Now the amount of blood loss in the operation is so small, it does not affect your health." The body is not affected at all, which is actually a very good state..."

Director Ma closed his eyes tiredly, relaxed his body, interrupted Zhang Anmin's flattery, and asked, "Where's Dr. Ling?"

"Doctor Ling is still undergoing surgery and will be here soon."

Director Ma: "Oh."

Hearing Director Ma's gradual and even breathing, Zhang Anmin sighed inwardly, then picked up the nameplate of his deputy chief physician and looked at it.

This nameplate can still soothe his heart for the time being.

"are you awake?"

Ling Ran's voice can be heard immediately.

"I woke up, said a few words with Dr. Zhang, and fell asleep again." An anesthesia assistant slipped out from nowhere, and sold Zhang Anmin at a cheap price before he could speak.

"Thank you." Ling Ran handed out a piece of yogurt. As in the operating room, that's one of the costs of the extra stuffed horse chief.

The anesthesia assistant wore a ponytail and was as happy as if he had gotten a pony. He smiled and said, "Thank you Dr. Ling for the yogurt, I will lick the lid."

Zhang Anmin's goosebumps rose when he was listening, and he thought: This is too much! Can you still say that?

Zhang Anmin coughed twice, and shouted loudly: "Director Ma, Director Ma..."

Chief Ma slowly opened his eyes.

Ling Ran looked at the monitor, flipped through the records casually, found nothing that needed attention, and then asked, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Seeing that it was Ling Ran, Director Ma smiled, felt himself, and said, "I don't feel particularly uncomfortable, but my body is heavy and I feel uncomfortable."

"What about?"

"My head is a little stuffy."

Ling Ran nodded: "It seems normal at the moment."

Then, Ling Ran said to Zhang Anmin, "Send him to the general ward."

"Why is it a general ward?" Director Ma's neck suddenly lifted.

"Director Ma..." Zhang Anmin hurriedly said: "The general ward is compared to the intensive care unit. It means that your postoperative condition is very good, and you don't need various intubations. Then you will be sent to the special needs building for a few days. It will be ready soon."

Only then did Director Ma feel relieved, and put his head back down again, with a smile on his face: "That's good, don't tell me, it really doesn't hurt."

"Your anesthesia hasn't worn off yet." Zhang Anmin greeted the nurse, and hurriedly sent Director Ma out.

The little nurse in the recovery room was nimble, and no one wanted to keep Director Ma in the ward.

The leaders of the hospital may be able to benefit from the treatment of officials, but for the most grassroots medical staff, it will only bring trouble.

The previous development strategy of the No. 1 hospital in Yunhua City was to engage in high-end medical care. They were also the first hospital in Yunhua City to engage in special-needs outpatient clinics and special-needs wards. They also dispatched the best doctors and nurses there. As a result, technology, income, and medical staff were lost. ——Doctors with good skills are still more willing to stand up and make money. One day they will stand up if they kneel down to technology, but it is difficult to kneel down to the powerful.

On the other hand, domestic medical prices are indeed cheaper than those in Europe and the United States.

However, high-end medical care is not expensive enough, so that after doing high-end hospitals, it is soon discovered that the income is not as high as that of ordinary medical services. But if we want to increase the price of so-called high-end medical care, there are too few patients who can accept it. In the end, only a few top domestic hospitals can do well, and the others are just for show.

In fact, the top forces in the medical industry have always competed globally.

Of course, a patient like Director Ma is another high-end patient.

Just look at the number of people waiting in the ward.

During the time of Ling Ran's operation, or in other words, during the time of Chief Ma's operation, at least two platoons of people came to visit one after another.

Because Director Ma himself was not around, all these people were almost unwilling to leave. The hospital couldn't afford to be offended, so it had to open up a few more spare wards and stuff people into them.

That is, in the special needs building, there are such conditions.

There were also a lot of people waiting outside the operating room, so that when Director Ma was sent back to the ward, his relatives and friends were several tens of meters away.

Passing patients were worried: "Nowadays, do people send funerals directly from the hospital?"

...

Mrs. Ma stood in front of her husband's hospital bed, contented.

After sending everyone out, Director Ma woke up from another sleep, Madam Ma couldn't help but took out her notebook and said in a low voice, "This time, Lao Huang didn't even come."

"He's gone to the countryside." Chief Ma said with difficulty opening his eyes.

"His wife didn't go to the countryside. Besides, Section Chief Li, who used to deliver food to our family, was from Lao Huang, so he didn't come either," Madam Ma said.

"Could it be a mistake, there are so many people here."

"I asked someone from the hospital to check the surveillance, and it was confirmed that he didn't come."

"That's it..." Director Ma pondered: "Speaking of which, Lao Huang has been running up a lot lately."

"That is to say, oh, by the way, don't think too much about it, let's talk about it later, Dr. Ling said, you must ensure enough sleep now, and try to be discharged in 3 days, this kind of patient lives the longest."

Director Ma hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you sure I don't need chemotherapy?"

"No, the tumor is very small and the degree of malignancy is not high. You can go to work normally later on." Mrs. Ma folded her hands together and said, "I'm going to worship Guanyin when I go back. It was cured within an hour, and I have already told Master Lu that I will donate 166,666 to the temple this year, so that he must keep the head stick incense. Master Lu also agreed."

Director Ma heard that he didn't need chemotherapy, so he got rid of his last heart disease. He couldn't help taking a long breath, and said, "I have to thank Dr. Ling."

"I understand." Madam Ma nodded, and said, "I'll ask Xiao Wang to seal 2000 to the chief surgeon, and give some fruit to others."

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