Chapter 844: Dean Wu

General surgery ward.

The old Dean Wu was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed.

At his level, he can live in the so-called high-ranking wards or special needs wards. However, Dean Wu was stubborn and insisted on living in a general ward.

In fact, the result is similar. The general surgery department arranged a room for two people. The patients with the other bed were discharged on the same day, and no new patients were arranged to come in. The family members can still sleep in it to accompany the bed. It is also convenient, but there is less space required In the reception room, there are no household appliances such as refrigerators and microwave ovens.

It is impossible for the old Dean Wu to be in a calm mood. He said it twice, and then watched his family members and old disciples coming and going. No matter how many people were in the room, he couldn't rest.

His liver cancer is still in the early stage, and I don't feel much. It's just that the old man is 80 years old. After two consecutive days of examinations and admissions, coupled with non-stop visiting guests, the old man soon became mentally and mentally exhausted.

Even the old granddaughter of the old dean Wu felt a little tired.

Holding Grandpa's withered palm in one hand, she sat on the chair by the bed and closed her eyes to rest until she heard the knocking of leather shoes in the corridor again.

"Here comes again." The old granddaughter sighed and stood up. She herself works in Yunhua Middle School, and is now the director of the teaching department, but dealing with visitors is more tiring than criticizing students.

Old Dean Wu also gently opened his eyes, his heart is not very good, if he is woken up after falling asleep, he will feel very uncomfortable.

boom.

bang bang.

The door of the ward was knocked lightly three times, but the nurse on duty came in first.

"Ms. Wu, Dean Xiao Wu and the experts are here." The nurse's words were a little vague, but it was clear.

Ms. Wu stood up quickly, and she still had hope in her heart about her father's illness.

A few seconds later, Dean Xiaowu entered the door, nodded to his daughter, and then looked at the situation in the ward before turning around and saying, "Dad, I hired an expert who specializes in advanced liver cancer, and you can't even think of who it is. "

"I don't look at anyone." The old Dean Wu's tone was very blunt. He is a pragmatic character, he doesn't believe in ghosts and gods or in the afterlife, he is just frugal all his life, he can't wait to put all his resources into reproduction and learning, but he doesn't even want to see his own illness.

The old Dean Wu looked at his son firmly,

Said: "You don't need to persuade me, let alone lie to me. Well-known domestic medical experts, I know more than you, I know no less than you, who can you invite over? There is no need to invite others, my body It’s all like this, and for no reason let people carry the name of a teacher who killed the teacher, I’m guilty of leaving, and it will be embarrassing for you to meet again, isn’t it like this?”

The old Dean Wu said similar things before, but it was not as serious as this time. Xiao Wu Dean's nasal cavity was hot, and tears wanted to flow down.

"Grandpa, don't think so much now." Ms. Wu is also almost 40 years old, and her expression can't be stretched anymore.

Old Dean Wu shook his head lightly: "As people get old, their bodies decline, but their minds can turn around again..."

"Dad." Dean Xiao Wu didn't let his father go on, pretending to be happy, and said: "The experts I invited today are different, I guess, you will be happy."

As he said that, he coughed and coughed a few more times, and saw Zuo Cidian enter first, and then let Ling Ran in.

The eyes of old Dean Wu and his old granddaughter lit up at the same time.

"It's Ling Ran." The old Dean Wu called out Ling Ran's name at a glance. Although he has long left the front-line position of Yunhua University School of Medicine, his family lives in the school, and he will attend various activities every year, give speeches once or twice, and so on. For Fengyun students of Yunhua University Still very familiar.

Especially for students like Ling Ran, who are handsome and good at studying, the old Dean Wu couldn't be more satisfied.

However, no matter how satisfied he was, he would never have imagined that today's expert is Ling Ran.

"Ling Ran is now the number one specialist in liver resection at Yunhua Hospital." Dean Xiao Wu introduced his father with a smile.

The old Dean Wu's first reaction was to frown, and said in his mouth: "Don't praise and kill, Ling Ran is still young, why fight for the first place."

"Don't fight, don't fight." Dean Xiao Wu felt that there was a door when he heard it, smiled from the bottom of his heart, and said to Ling Ran and others: "My father's energy has not been as good as before in the past two years, and he has paid less attention to the hospital. "

Ling Ran's fame came to him in the medical circle, and for veteran cadres like Old Dean Wu who have even left the second line, the information has not yet been transmitted.

Dean Xiaowu was in a better mood. Seeing his father wanting to sit up, he hurriedly stepped forward to pull up the bed, and said, "Father, I'm not telling lies. Dr. Ling's liver resection technique is indeed at the leading level in China." , now, Dr. Ling is the first choice for liver resection specialists in Changxi Province."

"That's because he's young." Old Dean Wu didn't agree.

Dean Xiaowu smiled and said, "Then let me say it in a different direction. I don't admit it when I go out of this door, but I know that Dr. Ling is worth ten thousand yuan now, right?"

Throwing knives is still a relatively gray behavior. Low-level doctors are unscrupulous when chatting, because they are not qualified to use throwing knives, but senior doctors can't help but keep secrets when talking about it.

But whether you admit it or not, flying knives are a realistic topic, and what is more realistic is the price of flying knives.

A doctor who costs 3,000 yuan and a doctor who costs 5,000 are not the same type of doctor. There is even a huge difference between a doctor who costs 6,000 and a doctor who costs 10,000.

It is true that the old Dean Wu left the front line, and he still understands it in his heart.

Flying knives costing 10,000 to 10,000, in a place like Changxi Province, can really be said to be top-notch, and there may be more than 2,000 to 3,000, but if it is as high as 50,000 or even 20,000, it is basically an accident .

The relationship between money and life is an ethical topic that the entire medical system is unwilling to discuss, but the power contained in money is necessary to maintain life.

The old Dean Wu looked at Ling Ran with difficulty, and with a smile on his face, he asked, "Ling Ran has only graduated for two or three years, so going to an outer hospital for surgery is not easy, is it?"

"Most of the surgical environment in the outer hospital is not as good as that of Yunhua, but most of the doctors' surgical cooperation is still up to standard." Ling Ran calmly commented, but what he said was not the same as what the old Dean Wu said.

Old Dean Wu had been in contact with Ling Ran more than once, so he couldn't help smiling, and said, "I didn't expect that... Well, let Dr. Ling see my illness."

Just as Dean Xiaowu planned, as a young doctor graduated from Yunhua University, the appearance of Ling Ran gave old Dean Wu too many reasons to insist on treatment instead of blindly giving up treatment.

"Then I'll give you a physical examination first." Ling Ran didn't say much, and started directly.

The old Dean Wu struggled to see his technique, and then nodded again and again: "Okay, well done. Back then, we didn't have as many instruments and machines as we do now, and we all had to rely on physical examination..."

"Please don't talk." Ling Ran looked at the old Dean Wu with a very serious expression.

Old Dean Wu was interrupted, he was stunned for a moment, but he laughed out loud in an instant.

"It's not okay to laugh." Ling Ran put his hand on the stomach of the old Wu Dean, and ordered again.

The old headmaster Wu laughed even louder.