Chapter 544: Inheritance

Ling Ran walked to the ICU, asked about the situation of Jin Huo who had just been brought in, and gave the doctor's order.

The little attendant in the ICU agreed with a bitter face, looking helpless.

If this is a Japanese medical bureau, everyone in the ICU is probably desperate to resist the invasion of the emergency department. But in China, the gap between departments exists, but for high-end doctors, it is nothing more than a jumping distance.

Most of the doctors just do not interfere with the work of other departments out of the attitude of being wise and safe. When it is necessary, it depends on their own means.

Within Yunyi, small departments such as ICU, hepatobiliary surgery, or digestive surgery are typical weak departments. Compared with large departments such as general surgery, orthopedics, or emergency, they are not even a little bit weaker.

More powerful such as hand surgery, Director Jinxi himself is a member of the Surgery Branch of the Chinese Medical Association, the chairman of the Surgery Committee of the Changxi Provincial Branch of the Chinese Medical Association, a member of the National Evaluation Committee for Microsurgery Professional Technology of the Ministry of Health...etc. Thirty With multiple titles released, if necessary, it is indeed possible to kill several small directors from multiple angles.

In the profession of doctors, if the technology is good, honors and titles will come one after another. Of course, most of them are useless, but the gathered strength is still considerable.

The most important thing, of course, is to see how doctors with these titles use them.

For example, the director of hand surgery, Jinxi, is a doctor who is partial to Buddhism. Not only does he not use power very much, but he also consciously restrains the use of power by those around him.

Huo Congjun is at the other extreme. Sometimes he doesn't have much power in his hands, and just by spraying violently, he sprays out the sky.

Ling Ran doesn't have any titles or honorary titles now, and his administrative power is also close to none, but he has a character of being straightforward and saying something, which really makes ordinary doctors unable to resist.

For example, Jin Huo, who was sent today, the ICU's little doctor can categorically refuse to accept Ling Ran's suggestion, but if he can send the person out completely, that's all. Then what will you do.

But one thing, the doctors in the ICU all knew that Ling Ran would not save face for them when discussing death.

Correspondingly, if Ling Ran's orders lead to the death of the patient, the doctors in the ICU will consciously not give Ling Ran face when discussing the death—however, when it comes to the confidence of the medical plan, the little doctors in the ICU will I have to be cowardly.

There are quite a few patients who have been rescued by Ling Ran for extra-long CPR.

The ICU doctors who had seen the medical records of these patients really couldn't arouse the desire to confront Ling Ran.

If you win, if you can't win, principles...principles are not so important.

In about 20 minutes, Ling Ran finished the rounds of the ICU and walked out.

Jin Huo's family members and colleagues who had been waiting outside the door swarmed up.

Lu Wenbin stood in front vigilantly, and stretched out his arms, like an iron fence, blocking the crowd, mainly prison guards, two meters away.

"The patient is in good condition. If he gets through the critical period today, the survival rate will be very high." Ling Ran has quite a lot of experience with this.

Jin Huo's parents and wife listened in a daze, and then racked their brains to ask a bunch of questions.

This time it was Zuo Cidian who came forward, his skin was dark and wrinkled, like a half-peeled tea egg, and he easily won the trust of the patient's family.

The two sides had questions and answers, and Zuo Cidian quickly explained the questions raised by the patient's family.

Ling Ran heard that there were some basic problems, so he let out a cloud and nodded, then turned around and left.

Jin Feng carried the bag on his back without saying a word, followed Ling Ran, and looked around.

After a while, Jin Feng made sure that there was no camera ahead, so he quickly caught up with Ling Ran and whispered, "Doctor Ling, hello, hello."

"Mr. Jin. Still have questions?" Ling Ran was not surprised. Many family members of patients don't like the questions explained by the junior doctor. Even if the answer of the superior doctor is the same, they still want to hear the superior doctor say it again.

Jin Feng shook his head and said with a smile, "Didn't I say to bring you some garlic pickled by the prisoner? It's really delicious. By the way, I forgot to ask, Doctor Ling, do you eat garlic?"

"Eating is something to eat, but you don't have to..."

"Doctor Ling, don't underestimate this garlic. It's really a famous product of our prison. Everyone who has eaten it says it's good. Some people ask us for it all the year round." Jin Feng introduced the "prisoner's pickled garlic". He is also very experienced. He patted the backpack on his body and said, "Don't underestimate the pickled garlic. The process is very complicated. Just think about it. Just peel the garlic, cut it into slices, and pickle it again. It takes a lot of effort. Who can do such a job for ten years? Only prisoners in prisons can do it, right? "

Ling Ran thought about it carefully, but he couldn't refute Jin Feng's words. He could only say: "We doctors can't accept gifts, especially when you say they are so expensive."

Jin Feng patted his legs and said: "This is the second point I said, it's not expensive. It's because it's not expensive, so we ordinary people can afford it. Prisoners' working hours are counted as working hours, and it's not that we don't Give money. Of course, the labor hours are considered cheap, but the cost of making things is so high, such as pickled garlic, the supply is in short supply, and we don’t eat much ourselves.”

"I don't usually eat pickled garlic."

"Then you have to try it." Jinfeng is very experienced in gift giving, and he introduced it again while talking, saying: "Doctor Ling, don't underestimate our pickled garlic, the ingredients of pepper, pepper, they are all one by one The pickled garlic in our prison is handed down from generation to generation. When the chef is about to be released from prison, he has to bring out his apprentices. After so many decades, the inheritance has not been broken. Pass."

Jin Feng raised his head proudly, and said: "What kind of chef outside the prison, he can't do anything else. When it comes to pickling garlic, Michelin has to stand aside."

Jin Feng's tone was loud, and there really was a lot of truth to it. Ling Ran nodded and said, "Compared to this, it's even more difficult to find an heir."

"Right!" Jin Feng got the approval, and said happily: "So I understand long live. When it comes to pickling garlic, it's really dirty, bitter and tiring. It's tiring to peel garlic for a day, and it's tiring and uncomfortable to cut garlic. , It’s not easy to pickle, after a day of doing it, the whole body will be smelly, people outside, at most pickle during the festival, it’s really hard to stick to it. It’s even more difficult to find an apprentice.”

Jin Feng changed the subject and said with a smile: "It's what you said. The first generation is easy to talk about. Some people get tired after doing this job. It's too difficult to find the second generation. Not to mention the third generation. In our prison, pickled garlic has been handed down for eight generations, so don’t even think about putting it outside.”

Seeing that Ling Ran listened to it, Jin Feng smiled again: "I just brought a few catties of garlic. You can try something new. It's really not worth a lot of money. Is it a local product? I'll put it in the office for you?"

Ling Ran hesitated for a moment, this garlic sounded really delicious, but it seemed that being polite was not in line with the rules.

Jinfeng had given garlic for so many years, and he knew what was going on at a glance, and immediately smiled and said, "My fault, my fault, so don't worry about it, just get busy, and I'll get it for you later."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Ling Ran to answer, Jin Feng turned around with a smile and left.

Ling Ran watched him leave with the backpack containing pickled garlic with some regret, so he stopped worrying about this matter and turned his head to go to the hepatobiliary surgery department. Recently, through Zhang Anmin, he has saved some patients with cholecystitis, gallbladder polyps and gallstones in the Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery, and he will arrange to have them removed when he is free.

At the same time, Jin Feng and Zuo Cidian, who quickly completed the communication, hid in the unmonitored stairwell and made an unknown transaction.

Jin Feng: "I have eight bottles here."

Zuo Cidian: "Okay, I received it. Thank you very much."

Jin Feng: "I should thank you all. If you come to the No. 1 Prison in the future, you will report my name, Jin Feng... No, I mean, if there are relatives and friends coming..."

"It's okay, I understand." Zuo Cidian patted Jin Feng's shoulder.

Jin Feng relaxed, smiled and said: "I understand long live, understand long live. Actually, our prison doesn't accept you at such an age, no, I mean..."

"Let's go." Zuo Cidian patted Jin Feng's shoulder again, the garlic in his hand became heavy, and he thought to himself: It's a good thing that I didn't carry a knife when I caught the rape. I've done my best.