Doctors in China are not easy to deal with. To paraphrase the old chairman’s words, what doctors do on a daily basis is actually to unite the majority and attack the isolated few. Sometimes when I think about it carefully, it’s so similar! This sentence is very suitable for medical doctors.
Between doctors, there is competition within cooperation, and there is cooperation within competition.
For example, rescue operations, especially large-scale rescue operations, sometimes even require the joint efforts of all doctors in a hospital. Cooperation between each other must reach a certain level of tacit understanding to achieve results.
This is the most classic cooperation between doctors. I know what you are going to do next, and you know what I am going to do. Just like a famous saying on the Internet, you know my strengths and weaknesses, and I understand your depths. We are all so familiar with each other.
And competition exists among doctors all the time. If you are promoted to a professional title earlier in the same department, you will have more resources at your disposal than other doctors.
If you become the director earlier, doctors of the same age as you may have no future in this hospital.
Therefore, competition and cooperation are always interspersed in doctors' work and life throughout their lives.
Therefore, it is not easy for a doctor to be recognized by most doctors in a hospital. It is quite difficult.
And Mr. Lu relied on his extraordinary skills and his sentiments that most people could not achieve, so that the doctors from Qingda University came to see him off spontaneously. To be honest, it was too rare.
People who work in technology are arrogant, but people who work in medicine are even more arrogant. There is a joke in the medical field.
It is said that a top leader of the Ministry of Health inspected a hospital in a certain region. When the final group photo was taken, the hospital director could only gather the nurses and administrative staff in white coats for a group photo.
And the doctors at the hospital, for some reason, just don't go and show their support for you. Very awesome. If you have the ability, you can fire me. If you have the ability, you can stop my surgery.
As one of the top academician-level doctors in Jade Bird, Mr. Lu could just quietly withdraw from clinical practice without mentioning closure, but once he said it, once people knew about it, the news was really big.
Not to mention the doctors at the hospital who saw me off, even the reporters from Jade Bird TV came and stood up in the hospital with their guns blazing.
"Young man, step aside, you're blocking the camera." Zhang Fan was treated as a passerby, so he was pulled away.
Although Zhang Fan was pulled aside as if in the background, he felt extremely envious when he saw the master being supported by the crowd.
"Isn't this the highest level of a doctor?"
Mr. Lu used his own actions to teach Zhang Fan the most important life lesson. Like a guiding light, it told Zhang Fan the direction of his future practice when he quit clinical practice.
The road leading from the special care ward to the operating room was crowded with medical staff who came spontaneously. At the door of the operating room, there were some big shots from Hua Guo General Surgery coming from all directions.
Zhongyong, West China, Xiangya, foreign-related, and the most popular ones are from Daji, Mr. Lu’s alma mater.
"Yuan Lu, have you really closed the surgery?" At the door of the operating room, the chief director of Zhongyong General Surgery, as a representative, held Mr. Lu's hand.
Chinese medicine is divided into North and South, while Northern medicine is divided into China and Soviet Union. The battle for the right to speak in the academic world is sometimes bloody and bloody.
Most hospitals in the north were originally from the Soviet faction, while military hospitals were the foundation of the Chinese faction. Originally, the two factions were at loggerheads, but the earliest say in the Chinese surgical department was lost to Mr. Qiu, who returned from Germany. He took the lead.
This is really a bit unexpected. Therefore, Zhongyong and the surgical bosses of the military hospitals are actually Mr. Lu's competitors.
To be able to make competitors travel thousands of miles to give him a lift, Mr. Lu's character and skills are self-evident.
"I'm getting old. If I don't retire, I'll be a bit old and shameless. I'm really embarrassed to have to work so hard for you!"
Mr. Lu held the hand of Director Zhongyong, who had been his lifelong rival, and said with a smile.
This smile is like a smile that wipes away grudges.
“Yuan Lu’s contribution to the medical field is obvious to all, and as old friends, it’s hard for us not to say it.
Your achievements are a model for those who come after China’s surgery. We are here to wish you a successful completion of your final work! "
Director Zhongyong said affectionately, as if he was commenting on Mr. Lu's work over the past few decades.
"Thank you, thank you everyone, thank you!"
"Junior brother, at the critical moment..." Senior Brother, who was involved in foreign affairs, quietly walked to Zhang Fan and whispered in his ear.
"Okay, senior brother, I understand."
The senior brother from the foreign affairs department in Shanghai was a little worried, so he specifically explained it in Zhang Fan's ear.
After the greetings were over, Zhang Fan walked to Mr. Lu and said softly: "Master, the operating room is ready."
"Okay, I'll take the first step!" Mr. Lu said goodbye to everyone with a smile.
Then, Lu Yuan and Zhang Fan entered the operating room one after another.
"Hey! You're not Isuke!" After Mr. Lu and Zhang Fan left, Zhongyong's chief director asked Zhang Fan curiously.
"Haha, my little junior brother, Zhang Fan is the first to help this time!"
"Oh! Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan!" Zhongyong's director muttered softly.
Cherish each other, cherish each other, and there must still be competition. After fighting for a lifetime, Mr. Lu won the sword. To be honest, he was definitely more happy than sighing in his heart.
"Hey, I'm in better shape than you, and I'm about the same age, but you quit first!"
Now that Mr. Lu has retired, Mr. Lu’s academics and his students still exist in the medical field. The next generation will fight.
Therefore, when he heard that Zhang Fan was the first assistant, the old man was concerned, and he also remembered this extremely ordinary name.
The name is ordinary, but the person is anything but ordinary. Being able to serve as an assistant when Mr. Lu sealed the sword is considered a person who has inherited the mantle.
As long as the future develops normally, Zhang Fan will be the talker of Mr. Lu's family. So, can the old man not be interested?
In the operating room, wherever Old Shan went, he carried an air of indifference, a big deal, and an unreasonable air.
"Why aren't you here, Old Man Lu? You all wear masks, why don't you put a mask on me?"
The old man was sitting on the operating bed, and he kept calming down, sometimes causing trouble for the nurse, and sometimes for the anesthetist.
He didn't stop for a moment. Others entered the operating room and got on the operating bed. They said they were not afraid, but they were lying.
The cold operating bed, the beeping instruments, and the various bright metal instruments played by the surgical nurses.
It's as if he is about to use a knife, scissors, a green towel, and a pair of chopsticks to open a banquet.
People who are not afraid are weird, and Old Man Shan is just that.
"The knife you are holding is not sharp. Don't cut it open when the time comes, and you will cut it again!"
"Haha, old man, sit tight and be careful not to fall."
"How tall is this?..." It was okay if he didn't interrupt, but when he did, the old man started chatting with the surgical nurse.
"What is this? Back then..."
When Zhang Fan entered the operating room, he saw the constipated expression on the young nurse's face, and then looked at the fearless posture of Old Man Shan. The sadness in his heart disappeared as if blown away by the wind.
