Chapter Six Hundred and Four

Director Hong sent two bedside ventilators to the emergency department.

The model sv800 ventilator is a high-end model made in China. The winning bid price of the hospital is more than 300,000 units. It looks like a high-end product in an American TV series. It has an LCD screen and various new data functions. It is better to use than the old model. to heaven.

Huo Congjun had long wanted to buy it for the emergency department, but failed the review of the equipment department. The amount of medical equipment that the hospital can purchase every year is limited. Every department wants such an easy-to-use, beautiful and fun ventilator, and it is not yet the turn of the emergency department.

Huo Congjun wanted a lot of new toys, but he couldn't get a high-end version of the bedside ventilator, so he didn't worry too much about it, and quickly put it behind him.

Director Hong, who won the ventilator, has always remembered this incident. When he returned to the department this time, he proposed to "borrow" two bedside ventilators to the emergency department. The reason was to unify the model of ventilators in the department and reduce the difficulty of maintenance and operation. ...

All members of the respiratory department passed.

Director Hong, who can smoke 4 packs of cigarettes a day, has been in the Department of Respiratory Internal Medicine for 10 years. Doctors who dare to raise objections have been kicked out long ago. The existing doctors in the department, including the deputy chief physician, are all his. Students, let alone juniors, nephews and nephews are all let out to spread their branches and leaves...

The hospital has never been like a school, which will oppose inbreeding or something. In the current hospital, only the departments of inbreeding are harmonious, and those with many sources are like raising Gu. Only when they fight to the death can they be quiet and peaceful.

"Old Hong, thank you for solving the urgent need of our emergency department." Huo Congjun kindly held the hand of Director Hong who came to deliver the ventilator, with a lot of face in his face.

Director Hong's hands were pale yellow, as if he had been in the urology department for a long time. He smiled calmly and asked, "Is Dr. Ling here?"

"It's the rounds."

"That's fine, I won't interfere. You can use the ventilator as you like. If there is a problem, just go to the manufacturer." Director Hong resolutely withdrew.

This kind of thing, just do it right, and there is no need to explain it in person.

Another point, Director Hong is actually mainly thanking, since it is a thank you, you don't have to care so much about the response.

Do what you want.

Although the ventilators used in the department are used, the ventilators are not the most used in the respiratory department. The two high-end bedside ventilators are nothing more than beautiful, handsome, easy to use, and have a strong sense of technology, which are just right for Ling Ran...

...

Ling Ran checked the room,

While receiving "Sincere thanks".

Today, he has accumulated more than 1,100 bottles of energy potions through "sincere thanks", not counting what he used.

It can be said that many doctors may not have performed so many operations, let alone the effect of the operation, which can reach the level of "sincere gratitude".

This is also because Ling Ran often makes room rounds in the early morning.

Otherwise, Ling Ran felt that he should be able to accumulate one or two hundred more bottles of energy medicine.

However, from another point of view, if the rounds are always scheduled at seven or eight o'clock like other doctors, it will be a major blow to the continuity of the operation. Many major operations, such as liver resection, are very difficult. Unexpected situations are easy to occur, and it takes an extra hour or two. When the time is uncertain, the ward round at 8 o'clock means that the expected end time of the operation needs to be arranged at 7 o'clock or even earlier.

For Ling Ran, that would be too much of a waste of time, and it would be even more uneconomical to reduce the number of surgeries.

Of course, when he has time, Ling Ran will also find time during the day to make room rounds.

Just like today, because he had just admitted eight patients with Achilles tendon rupture and knee joint injury, Ling Ran took a nap time to come to the ward round - naps are the needs of other doctors and nurses, but there are no other nurses and doctors Without his cooperation, Ling Ran couldn't do the operation, so he had to go out to make ward rounds, and wait for the doctors under him to wake up before doing other operations.

Zhang Anmin quietly yawned twice, and followed behind Ling Ran.

He is still a hepatobiliary surgeon, so he doesn't have to start preparing for surgery at three or four in the morning like Yu Yuan and others. Correspondingly, Zhang Anmin has nothing to do during lunch break.

He still has to do some work for the hepatobiliary surgery department, and with the infinite amount of work in Ling's treatment team, there is not enough time, so the lunch break is naturally just a delusion.

Guipei doctor You Baoke is sober, the lack of people in the Ling treatment group is the lack of hard work, and there has been no shortage of people in the operating room for a long time. Yu Baoke then became a coolie, and he didn't need to get up early. He could just arrive at the hospital at 6 o'clock or even 7 o'clock.

Then, he is holding a pile of materials now, like a plankton at the bottom of the food chain, following Zhang Anmin for a while, Ling Ran for a while, wobbly walking in a figure-of-eight step, and wobbling for a while. Taking a leisurely step, the doctors and nurses passing by, the patients and family members passing by, don't need to pinch him with their eyelids, and grow completely freely.

"Doctor Ling!"

"Hurry up, Doctor Ling is here."

"Pack it up quickly, socks, hide the socks..."

If you say that Gui Peiyi You Baoke's sense of existence is like a plankton, Ling Ran's sense of existence is like a blue whale.

When he was walking on the road of ward rounds, there were always a few more people in the corridor, and the patients and their family members in the ward were also very different.

"In terms of doctor-patient relationship, Dr. Ling is the one I admire the most. Look at the environment, the attitudes of patients and their families are so different." Zhang Anmin yawned again, and quickly started a topic with You Baoke. I hope I can use chatting to get rid of drowsiness.

Holding a pile of case files, You Baoke was twisting and turning like a dried shrimp, enjoying the happiness of plankton alone. Hearing Zhang Anmin's words, he said without hesitation: "Like a tiger on the street."

Zhang Anmin trembled all over, almost dozing off: "What does it look like?"

You Baoke also trembled, and after rethinking, he said a somewhat medical term: "Plague God?"

"You bastard..." Zhang Anmin pointed at You Baoke, but smiled in an instant: "Don't tell me, the place Dr. Ling passed by is really much cleaner."

"That's what I mean." You Baoke agreed.

Zhang Anmin asked, "Which one do you think is more appropriate?"

"It's better to be a tiger on the street, saying that Dr. Ling is a plague god, and I feel a bit infiltrated in the hospital." You Baoke seemed to think carefully.

Zhang Anmin gave an "en" and said, "From now on, if there is anything happening with Dr. Ling, you have to inform me first, and if you need to do anything, you should always come to me first, understand?"

You Baoke was puzzled: "You mean..."

Zhang Anmin glanced at him and said, "If you find Lu Wenbin or someone else first, I'll tell Dr. Ling and Dr. Zuo what Jingjiehu and Plague God said, and you will be fired 100%."

"Impossible." You Baoan's eyes widened, but his voice weakened: "Your words are groundless."

"The last sentence you just said is the one that penetrated people. I recorded it." Zhang Anmin's teeth were white, like a silver carp that also eats plankton.

You Baoke slipped, and when he stepped up to catch up with Zhang Anmin, he could no longer walk with the steps that his relatives did not recognize. Seen from behind, he was carrying a lot of things, more like a silly child who followed his stepfather to pay New Year's greetings .