Chapter 659 Doubt

Developing new surgical methods is something that high-level hospitals are willing to do, and it is also something that must be done.

New techniques mean new instruments and equipment, new projects and funds, new training and advanced studies, new friends and representatives...

The development of new surgical methods can eliminate the old surgical methods and advance in accordance with the research direction approved by the new leaders and department directors. This can not only reduce the influence of old-school doctors, but also reduce the burden of the success rate brought by the old surgical methods.

For patients, the use of new surgical methods is not necessarily the best choice compared to the newest surgical methods, but it is still beneficial compared to the secondary surgical methods. On the whole, it is always Okay, but when it comes to a specific person, I have to talk about it again.

All in all, developing a new technique is both politically correct and beneficially correct. The only disadvantage is that it is a little more troublesome and a little harder. However, doctors and leaders working in tertiary hospitals don't care much about it.

For example, the East Yellow District Hospital cheerfully sent two doctors to pick up Ling Ran in their car, with a positive attitude and nice words.

Zuo Cidian chatted with them, then turned around and smiled at Zhang Anmin: "How about this district hospital is a third-class hospital? Our district hospital in Yunhua looks like dead people. How many years have laparoscopies been carried out?" It’s still unclear, and the microsurgery is even worse, I’m afraid some patients will go to them to take over.”

Zhang Anmin said calmly: "The conditions of the Bazhai Township branch are even worse."

"It's like no one has seen the township health center." Zuo Cidian curled his lips, looking very contemptuous of Zhang Anmin who only went to the township branch hospital to perform throwing knives.

Zhang Anmin smiled: "You didn't do surgery when you were in the hospital. Now I go to have a flying knife, and it costs several thousand yuan a time. I'm afraid that the conditions of the Bazhai Township branch hospital are not good enough to pay."

Zuo Cidian's nose was about to bubble with anger. Although he knew that Zhang Anmin was poor, tired and his wife would die fiercely, but being able to make money by throwing knives was in itself very remarkable, that was truly remarkable!

Zuo Cidian can even imagine that Zhang Anmin, who is poor, tired and has a fierce wife, will soon become Zhang Anmin who is not poor but has a tired wife and is also fierce, and Zuo Cidian... still has no wife...

Zuo Cidian wiped his eyes and thought: I should also learn a unique skill.

While thinking about it, the 202-jin resident doctor brought by Zhu Tongyi called: "Academician Zhu's meeting is coming to an end, may I ask where Dr. Ling is going for surgery today?"

"Oh, I went to Donghuang District Hospital today, and they have sent a car here." While speaking, Zuo Cidian nodded to the two doctors from Donghuang District Hospital in front of him.

And make a mouth shape: I wish academician.

Academician Zhu has frequently appeared beside Ling Ran in the past two days. The doctors at Donghuang District Hospital knew who it was, so they nodded with a smile.

On the other end of the phone, the 202-jin resident doctor held mineral water in his hand, and smiled while drinking: "That's right, we'll go to the Sixth Hospital first, and then go to Donghuang District Hospital with you, the road is not familiar."

"Oh, okay, let me ask." Zuo Cidian then covered the lower end of the phone, smiled at the two doctors from Donghuang District Hospital in front of him, and asked, "Academician Zhu said it's okay to take your car?"

"Oh...well, yes..." The two doctors looked at each other, feeling uncomfortable to refuse.

Zuo Cidian continued to make phone calls, and the two doctors discussed in a low voice:

"We only have a GL8, we can't sit down."

"Let the hospital send another car?"

"Look for the director, let the pharmaceutical company send another car."

The two are also doctors who often welcome and send to work. After a quick discussion, they started calling.

On the other end, Zuo Cidian put down the phone and picked it up again.

This time it is Professor Feng Zhixiang.

After a few words, Zuo Cidian covered the phone again, and said to the two doctors from Donghuang District Hospital: "Professor Feng Zhixiang is also here, he drove here by himself, and he just parked, listen to me that we have a car together Let's go, just ask if I can take your car..."

"Of course." How could the two young doctors refuse Professor Feng Zhixiang, besides, there was only one more person.

Zuo Cidian smiled, then answered the phone, put it down again after a few seconds, and said, "Professor Feng Zhixiang said that he made an appointment with several professors and directors in advance, and asked if they could go together."

"Yes... Yes." The two doctors from Donghuang District Hospital gave a firm smile, and then started making phone calls frantically.

...

Donghuang District Hospital.

The chief director of general surgery specially invited the vice president in charge of surgery to show respect. For things like new techniques and new projects, they must have the support of leaders at the departmental level before they can be implemented.

The two leaders sat down in the office on the first floor a few minutes earlier, and after seeing that the electronic welcome screen made by the little doctors was ready, they sat down quietly.

After a while, a small convoy of four cars stopped at the gate of Donghuang District Hospital.

Ling Ran, Zhu Tongyi, Feng Zhixiang and others got out of the car one after another, talking and laughing as they walked inward.

When the deputy dean saw it, a smile appeared on his face: "Not bad, not bad, academician Zhu Tongyi and director Feng Zhixiang are here, oh, director Li Tianyuan is also here, this project is well done!"

Seeing the person coming, the vice president has agreed to the suggestion of the director of general foreign affairs from the bottom of his heart.

A total of one million projects is not a particularly large number for Donghuang District Hospital. It is not a loss for the deputy director to take a group of photos of people talking cordially.

He came out from the hall with the chief director, and immediately held Professor Feng Zhixiang's hand.

Of course, the most important thing is the natives of the capital...

"Welcome, welcome..." The vice president took Professor Feng Zhixiang's hand, but was unwilling to let go.

Feng Zhixiang could only pretend to communicate with him...

The welcome event quickly became an official template, making Feng Zhixiang and Zhu Tongyi unable to get away from it.

Ling Ran was still free. In fact, the Vice President didn't want to take a handshake photo with Ling Ran either. It can be said that Ling Ran's coffee status is relatively high in Changxi Province, but it is unavoidably inferior in the capital.

Of course, the most important thing is that the photos themselves are prone to contrast, and the vice president doesn't want to stand in front of Dr. Ling, looking older than Dr. Ling, uglier than Dr. Ling, worse in figure than Dr. Ling, and worse in temperament than Dr. Ling...

Ling Ran himself didn't care, he took advantage of the "survival of the conversation" between the two parties, wandered around, and entered the emergency department of Donghuang District Hospital.

Donghuang District Hospital is slightly weaker than Jinghua Sixth Hospital. Although some key departments are relatively well established, because it is a district hospital, the configuration of the emergency department is obviously relatively common.

As Ling Ran looked at it, he pondered in his heart.

A doctor from Donghuang District Hospital, following Zuo Cidian's instructions, walked behind Ling Ran at a slower pace, thinking: The experts are really troublesome now, and the younger they are, the more troublesome they are. , people have to follow...

Just as he was thinking this way, Ling Ran stood in front of him and waved to him.

"Doctor Ling." The little doctor stepped forward quickly, showing a Pekingese-like smile.

"Can I touch patients?" Ling Ran pointed to a patient sitting on a chair in front of him, closing his eyes and meditating.

The little doctor looked over and saw a patient in his prime, with one hand wrapped in white gauze, as if he had come to change his dressing. Its wound seemed to be still in pain, so that the patient frowned tightly.

The little doctor asked tentatively, "Do you know this patient?"

"No, I suspect he has a heart attack, and I want to check him out." Ling Ran replied very sincerely.

The little doctor was stunned for a moment, and the doctor next to him who was busy consulting other patients also looked over with a frown.