Chapter 631 Please Go This Way

"We already have three suitable patients here, please see Dr. Ling sometime." Xu Wen discussed with Zuo Cidian through the glass wall.

The patients inside the glass wall are stable, and Xu Wen, the deputy chief physician, can go in or not for rounds. In fact, since this patient agreed to cooperate with the teaching needs of the Sixth Hospital, tens of hundreds of medical staff came to round up the ward every day. He was really cleared up, and basically there would be no more accidents.

Zuo Cidian is a doctor who can only pass the ward rounds. However, when it comes to Ling Ran's operation schedule, countless details pop up in Zuo Cidian's mind in an instant, and he immediately asks: "All three patients signed protocol?"

"Signed, experimental therapy, they all understand."

"In this case, I'll ask Dr. Zhang Anmin to come over and do some basic examinations first. If it really meets Dr. Ling's requirements, we will start to arrange the specific operation time. Patients understand this, right?" Zuo Cidian I can't do these things myself, but the arrangements are proper.

Xu Wen nodded: "We have explained everything. The indication for Ling's resection is elderly patients with primary liver cancer. Most hospitals do not recommend surgery. These patients have a strong willingness to undergo surgery and must be willing to obey the arrangement. of."

"But there is a possibility of being screened out."

"Yes, the patient basically understands the situation." Xu Wen shrugged. It is impossible to say that it is completely understood, after all, life is involved. But on the other hand, if the patient's indications are not met, for example, suspected cancer cells have metastasized, or the body cannot tolerate even the most basic liver resection, what is the point of going to the operating table again?

Many patients say that a dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor, but doctors who have been working for a long time know that no patient really treats himself as a dead horse.

A hospital is a place where patients and their families believe in miracles, but doctors do not believe in miracles.

Every operation requires protracted training, and every surgical procedure is a communication between the past and the present, between doctors and patients, between the living and the dead. And dreams and reality have never been harmonious.

Zuo Cidian only entered a tertiary hospital in his middle age. His work style and thinking are not the same as those of ordinary doctors, and he thinks more. He looked at Xu Wen at this time, and asked specifically: "Doctor Ling spends more time on surgery, we have to worry about that."

"Definitely. It is with such spirit that Dr. Ling can achieve today's results." Xu Wen agreed effortlessly.

Zuo Cidian smiled: "Doctor Ling's talent in medicine must also be far beyond ordinary people."

"That's for sure,

Just looking at Dr. Ling's suturing operation, it is impossible for many doctors to do it for many years. "Xu Wen gestured with his hand: "Look at Dr. Ling's movement of holding the needle forceps, it's all honed out..."

Meng Shan finally couldn't take it anymore.

Standing in the corner of the room, Meng Shan said bitterly to the old gangster: "The current public hospital is really ruined, even licking dogs to this point. Tell me, is it necessary for people not to be around?"

Old Hei spread his hands. He is also from a public hospital, if possible... He also wants to practice the skill of licking dogs with one hand. What to say, Lao Hei thinks that the strategy of two licks in front of him is very good. It is so sincere to say that people are good in front of others, but where there are people who say good things in hindsight. With the advancement of the current social network, it may not be known when the conversation between the two will be passed on to the person concerned.

Thinking of this, Lao Hei shuddered. Meng Shan is no longer a doctor in a public hospital, and he will continue to stay in the hospital circle in the capital...

"Ling Ran is capable of liver cancer. It's amazing, but there's no need to lick like this." Meng Shan said a few more words in displeasure. Dog licking increases social costs, which is really disgusting.

Old Hei still just smiled.

"Take some photos, let's go back and study." Meng Shan went through it by himself and found no omissions, but this does not mean that the new technique developed by Ling Ran has no loopholes. There is no magic formula without loopholes in the world. If you want to question it, there is always something to question.

However, this requirement is relatively high. Meng Shan felt that she couldn't complete it, so she wanted to ask someone for help.

Old Hei was here to help, and with an "en", he said, "You have photographed it, and I will check the inspection report."

After the two agreed, they took out their mobile phones to take a picture.

It's normal for a doctor who came to see a patient to take some pictures to make an impression. However, the two took pictures for a while, which still attracted the attention of others.

Soon, a beautiful girl in OL fashion came over, handed out a business card with a smile on her face, and said, "Hello, two doctors, I am Xiao Liu, the medical representative of Yunli, if you want to know As for the relevant information about Ling Ke, we have prepared more materials in the meeting room here, so you can come with me..."

Both Meng Shan and Lao Hei raised their eyebrows.

Meng Shan said: "You also held a promotion meeting or something?"

"It's mainly based on introductions. Jinghua Sixth Hospital is very optimistic about the prospect of Ling's resection. Our Yunli mainly cooperates with Jinghua Sixth Hospital, Yunhua Hospital and Dr. Ling Ran. Well, please go this way." The beautiful girl said The persuasion was still there, and with the introduction of words, Meng Shan and Lao Hei were quickly brought to the conference room not far away.

In the conference room with a total area of ​​more than 100 square meters, it is now in the form of a buffet. A row of food is displayed against the wall, and there are a lot of drinks. At the same time, the front and back seats are arranged The projected curtain wall is turned on, and the data is being broadcast at this time.

On the table in the middle of the room, there were various collections of materials. Meng Shan stepped forward to look through them, and sure enough, he saw many photos and photocopies. Most of the content he wanted to know contained written out.

Meng Shan suddenly lost interest.

Xiao Liu, the medical representative of Yunyi, paid attention to the expressions of the two, and said with a smile: "The meeting room is open until 10 o'clock in the evening. You can watch videos and materials in it, and you can also eat at will. We have pre-packaged materials for materials." The bag... by the way, can I register the information of the two doctors?"

"Let me do it." Lao Hei stood up, wrote down his identity information, and filled it in for Meng Shan with the information of a doctor in the same department.

Xiao Liu waited for him to fill it out, thanked him, and said with a smile: "Doctor Hei and Doctor Wang can do whatever they want. If you need it, you can call me at any time, or ask the service staff in our venue."

She said and gave two smiles and left.

Meng Shan stood there with a gloomy expression for a few seconds, then went to fetch a glass of wine, drank it all in one gulp, then looked through the information, and said, "Ling Qie, what a breath."

"If it can be realized, it will be really amazing." Lao Hei also lowered his head and flipped through the information, and said, "I don't know what the five-year survival rate is, but patients who cannot undergo surgery, at this age, generally About a year, if you have an operation, it can be extended for at least two years."

"That's not how it works." Meng Shan didn't want to admit it, and said, "Operating on a patient with such poor liver function is a risk in itself. Even if the operation is successful, the patient's benefit may not be great."

Old Hei naturally wouldn't argue with him. The survival rate can be seen naturally after several years of follow-up.

At that time, the patient's survival time and survival rate will determine the life and death of the technology.

Medical technology has always been like this. Sometimes a technology that is highly anticipated by the public goes bankrupt after a few years, and it is not uncommon for a technology that is not optimistic to become popular after many years because of its good performance.

All in all, the effect reflected on the patient is the gold index that ultimately determines the technology.

"I've been asked about Ling's removal." In the conference room, the voices of the few people standing in front were a little louder.

Meng Shan's heart moved, she rolled up a book, and walked over.

The few doctors who are chatting are also a temporary group. At this time, they are chatting with the video projected in front of them:

"For cancer, the older you get, the higher the incidence rate. Now the average life expectancy of people has increased. In the past, people who were 70 years old got cancer and basically chose conservative treatment. Now it's different."

"The expectations are different. Besides, the Chinese are richer than before. Many elderly people don't want to see a doctor with their own houses and debts. But if they have money, they are still willing to take a look."

"The person is dead, and the money is not spent." The doctor next to him laughed.

"There are people who receive medical treatment at public expense." The one who spoke first heheed twice, and said, "In my opinion, with Ling's cutting technique, the five-year survival rate can't be lowered. Those who have the means, who don't want to live a few more years?" Year."

Everyone nodded.

Even Meng Shan couldn't help but nodded, walked forward, tried to join in, and said, "In this way, Ling Qie is still worth promoting."

"Who said it wasn't?"

"Why didn't you see this Dr. Ling?" Meng Shan smiled and said, "It's time, why don't you hide?"

"This Doctor Ling has a weird temper." The doctor who spoke first looked at Meng Shan, scratched his head, and said, "You look familiar, have we met?"

"My surname is Wang, from Friendship Hospital. I often attend some general surgery meetings." Meng Shan used Lao Hei's information, then turned around and said, "You said you have a bad temper?"

"Well, what do you know what he's doing these past two days? He's doing debridement and sutures for people in the emergency department. I almost died laughing when I saw him. He also does massage for people, attracting a lot of square dancing aunts..."

All the doctors present laughed.

Meng Shan could only pretend to smile: "It's quite strange."

"There's something even weirder. Isn't he doing debridement? Someone wanted to ask him to perform a flying knife. I heard that the highest price was 50,000 yuan." The doctor stretched out a hand and waved Put it on, and said: "No one went."

"50,000 yuan for a surgery is too high. There is no such price."

"Liver cancer surgery for the elderly, there are not many in the world that can do it. The money to buy a life is not high, and no one is arguing with him anyway."

"The direction people are looking for is really good."

Meng Shan felt annoyed for a while, if he refused to throw a 50,000 yuan knife, this person would be too difficult to deal with.

Just as he was thinking, Xiao Liu, the medical representative, came back stomping on his high heels.

"Hi everyone, Dr. Ling's next operation time has been confirmed, and it will be at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning. I will paste the details on the wall." She said, and unfolded a few sheets of printing paper against the wall.

The doctors rushed over one after another, complaining that it was too early, and began to register their names.