Zhang Fan walked into Fangdong's hospital with Old Man Wu's secretary. To be honest, everyone in the hospital nodded their heads no matter how impressive he was! Zhang Fan originally became very famous after the operation, but sadly, he only has a back figure!
Not many people knew Zhang Fan seriously, but the dean's secretary accompanied him with a more attentive attitude than accompanying the dean. Anyone who saw him knew at a glance: this guy is definitely Zhang Fan.
Although Zhang Fan calls Mr. Wu his master, the closeness between him and Mr. Wu cannot be matched even by Mr. Wu's disciples.
There are many disciples of Mr. Wu who are not respectful when meeting the old man, but this guy, this guy from the west, not only is he neither big nor small, the old man is happy with it.
It doesn't matter if you call the old man uncle or dean, but you and the old man are intimate. To be honest, there are more than one or two people who are jealous of Zhang Fan.
As for the level, the hospital is getting bigger, so Zhang Fan's strong meaning can be felt only from the pancreatic department.
"Director, where are you going?" Some people came over to say hello on purpose. Some were jealous, but some were also scheming and wanted to get to know Zhang Fan.
"Oh, Director Wang, I am not taking Dean Zhang to the pancreatic department to talk to the patient about his condition."
"Oh, oh, Zhang Yuan, nice to meet you, nice to meet you!" Director of the Gastroenterology Department of Fangdong smiled and extended his hands to Zhang Fan.
The gastroenterology department is a large department in general hospitals, regardless of internal medicine or surgery. Almost all the directors of some hospitals come from this department.
However, in Fangdong, he was really like a stepmother's child. He wanted resources but had no resources. All his resources were taken away by his liver, gallbladder and pancreas.
"Haha, hello!" Zhang Fan held the other person's hand.
"Dean Zhang, I heard that you are from Chasu. Oh, the army has sent us several support missions to the frontiers in the past, but we have never been to Chasu. Please tell Wu Yuan what happened to our stomach this time. Let’s go to Chasu and study with you and Chasu Hospital.”
The mainland is inaccessible, so he can only take small roads. Recently, he wanted to introduce a batch of Olympus gastroenteroscopes, but hepatobiliary and pancreatic patients also wanted to use the equipment, so the old man kept silent.
It's really impossible to say that if a small hospital in a small local area gets a gastrointestinal endoscopy from Olympus, everyone from the city leaders to the health bureau will have to approve and stamp it.
And here, it’s just a batch! Therefore, only when the equipment is updated can we achieve results, with achievements can we attract more outstanding talents, and with people can we get more achievements and benefits.
Don't look at the purchase of this kind of equipment as if it is purchased wherever there is a shortage. No, it is a matter of which director of the hospital is awesome, or which department the dean supports, which department can be successful.
Zhang Fan smiled. At this time, Mr. Wu's secretary hurriedly came out to speak: "Director, let's not be like this. The batch of instruments in your endoscopy center will still be discussed at the hospital council meeting."
The secretary was deeply afraid that Zhang Fan would promise something without knowing the details. He wasn't afraid whether Zhang Fan agreed or not, but he was worried that Old Man Wu would blame him.
"Oh!" Zhang Fan understood, "Director Wang, look, I'm going to discuss the condition with the patient first. We have a long time to come." After saying that, Zhang Fan blinked.
He saw Fang Dong's doctor's introduction. To be honest, his mouth watered. The gastrointestinal surgery department at Chasu Hospital was okay, but the internal medicine department was really not good.
The previous director was the director of the Department of Buddhism. After his retirement, the department became the Warring States Department, so the Department of Gastroenterology at Cha Su could not be established.
This time I really fell asleep and hit the pillow. No matter what the uncle thought, he must recruit a few people to support Chasu. Anyway, this is a task assigned by the state to ministerial-level hospitals like them, no matter where they go!
"Yuan Zhang, you don't know. In the past few years, there have been several academicians from other departments, so everyone is anxious. Dean Wu is under a lot of pressure. A bowl of water is not even!"
"Oh, haha!" Zhang Fan smiled and said nothing more.
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The director of the medical department and Secretary Li flew to Shanghai on the same day with tea specialty products.
Zhang Fan's visit to the Magic City is actually a private matter, but some things are like this. When you reach a certain position, it's not easy to distinguish between public and private matters.
The director of the Chasu Medical Office and Xiao Li were all doing business, and they were doing business with the instructions of Dean Ouyang.
Therefore, before leaving, I greeted some people in the Magic City who should say hello. The meaning was very clear. The old lady asked me to come to the Magic City. You can do whatever you want.
Some people will say that you are a small hospital in the border area, but who knows you in Shanghai?
In fact, everyone underestimates them. As medical technology becomes more and more advanced, various types of equipment become more and more sophisticated.
Of course, the price of this equipment is also very expensive. Equipment that starts at tens of thousands is not considered equipment in a hospital.
This kind of equipment can be purchased directly by the hospital itself without even holding a bidding meeting. Therefore, sometimes the power of a hospital director cannot be underestimated.
The development of medical equipment is becoming more and more homogeneous. Your Siemens CT is almost the same as my Bangzi CT. Of course, if you go into details, there are still differences.
But the main functions are the same, so how can we win the bid? The first step is to let the hospital management know what this equipment is!
When the director of the medical department got off the plane, many people came to pick him up. The director of the Siemens office in Shanghai, Coman from the same country, and even the Yousan regional manager from Bangzi all came.
A group of people cheered, and the director of the medical office changed his caution in front of Ouyang.
"Don't be like this! We don't have any equipment to buy recently."
"Director, look at you, if you don't buy equipment, can't you let us show our kindness as landlords! Please, please, the hotel has been booked!"
"No, it's not that I don't want to give you face. I really have something to do here this time. Dean Zhang of the hospital is still in Fangdong, so..."
"I understand, I understand! The hotel is right next door to Fang Dong!"
Then, these business representatives and business managers quickly reported to their superiors that the dean of Chasu had come to Shanghai!
There are only no business representatives for domestic equipment! Not talking about good or bad, it’s just an emotion.
When the director of the medical department of Cha Su arrived at the hotel, a five-star hotel, he didn't even want to drink saliva, so he hurried towards Fang Dong to report to Zhang Yuan.
He knew very well that if this matter was not handled well, the old lady would probably skin him.
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In Fangdong's pancreatic department, as soon as Mr. Wu's secretary arrived, the director personally came out to greet him.
"Yuan Zhang, Director, should we see today's patient first, or should we talk to another patient?"
The secretary didn't say anything. He was the one sent by Mr. Wu to defend Zhang Fan. "Let's take a look at today's patients who are going to be operated on first."
Let’s hold on to the bird we got first.
The director of the pancreatic department led Zhang Fan to the ward of the patient who had agreed to undergo surgery today, and all the doctors in the department behind them, whether they were training students or interns, followed him.
Just kidding, anyone who can settle down in this kind of hospital is not a human being. Chen Hao was also in the crowd.
"Do you know that Mr. Wu and Teacher Zhang personally asked me to undergo surgery today? They notified me yesterday. They were afraid that I wouldn't get enough rest."
At this time, a doctor who had been technically suppressed by Chen Hao for a long time said to the people around him, but his eyes were actually looking at Chen Hao sideways.
The two of them have different tutors. It is estimated that only one of them will stay in Fangdong after graduation in the future, so the two of them don't talk to each other on weekdays. They don't even make eye contact. They are really fighting hand to hand.
Sometimes, this opportunity is a life-long gap. Once it falls, it is estimated that it will not take long before you can only look up at the other party. Therefore, when they are about to find employment, they have almost no means at their disposal. Yes, very cruel.
Is he stupid? He is not stupid, he is actually creating public opinion. Look, how much I am respected by Mr. Wu! Then everyone will report this matter to the director.
Then, through this matter, attack the opponent. No matter whether it is effective or not, you can't let it go if you have the opportunity.
The doctor next to him said words of congratulations and envy, but turned to Chen Hao. The meaning was very obvious. Come and refute, come and refute. It would be better to slap him in the face. No one can save fuel anyway.
This is workplace pressure, naked pressure. If Chen Hao hadn't done the work in advance, let alone this day, he would probably not have had a good time in the past few months. He would definitely be thinking to himself, could he really be valued by Dean Wu? After a long time, it’s no wonder if there are no problems at work!
It looks like a team of doctors following silently, but the intrigue inside is no simpler than the palace fight.
The director of the pancreatic department sideways invited Zhang Fan into the ward, something Zhang Fan had mastered through practical skills.
The doctor's ward rounds and the order of entry are very particular. The first one to walk in must be the technical master among this group of doctors.
Even if he is the dean, if he is not in this subject, then he cannot be the first to enter during ward rounds. What is an academic leader? This is the status of an academic leader.
Therefore, generally, deans will do ward rounds in the subjects they are good at, and will not easily go to other subjects for ward rounds. Even if they go to other departments for ward rounds, they are administrative rounds. They just go to check the water, electricity, doors and windows, and they will never ask for help. Not interesting.
This is why hospital leaders who do not engage in medicine will definitely be marginalized.
As for Zhang Fan, during the pancreatic surgery that Mr. Wu pointed out, he directly convinced the director of the pancreatic department. What is technology? This is technology.
Therefore, the director turned sideways, pushed open the door of the ward with one hand, and said: "Yuan Zhang, the patient is in this ward."
Without humility or politeness, Zhang Fan nodded without even a smile. You must be serious at this time, otherwise it will be disrespectful to the director!
Zhang Fan was the first to enter, then the director of the pancreatic department was second, followed by the deputy director, and then they all lined up to enter. Of course, the secretary would not ask for trouble, so he was waiting in the director's office.
Don't think that the order in which you enter the door is unimportant and make a fuss out of a molehill. There were two mediocre deputy directors who were crowded at the door of the ward and could not come in or out, which became a joke in the circle.
Often when we are evenly matched, no one can give in. This concession not only represents your personal concession, but also a concession by everyone around you.
"This is Dean Zhang, an expert on the pancreas. He just performed a very difficult pancreatic surgery yesterday. Today's surgery will be performed by Dr. Zhang himself, with me as his assistant." The director of the pancreatic department began to introduce Zhang Fan to the patient. .
Strength is king! Even if the director of the pancreatic department is not convinced, if you are not as skilled as others, you must have an inferior attitude, otherwise you will not be able to lead the team in the future. Today he bowed his head and set an example for the department.
"Dean, dean, sit down quickly!" The patient's family members hurriedly wiped the stools to get Zhang Fan to sit down, while the patient, whose face was pale and pale from pain, also struggled to salute Zhang Fan.
This is their only chance, and the person in front of them is their last chance!
"Don't, don't, don't! You lie down, you lie down." Zhang Fan hurriedly took a few steps.
Zhang Fan really couldn't do it to ask someone who was in pain to his bones to salute him. A doctor can't go far without a kind heart.
"I'll check your body, don't be nervous." Zhang Fan said gently to the middle-aged man.
"Yes!" The patient bit his lip and nodded to express his cooperation.
"Does it hurt? Where is it here?" Zhang Fan examined the body bit by bit softly and accurately.
"Yeah, it hurts!"
"Where does it hurt the most?"
Check and ask. Zhang Fan's physical examination was absolutely meticulous. In Zhang Fan's mind, the preoperative physical examination was considered part of the operation.
Looking at Zhang Fan's technique, many doctors disapproved of it and prepared for surgery. All the examinations were done, but there was no need to do anything.
In fact, the preoperative examination is the last and clearest examination, and it can also make the patient feel a certain sense of security, but...
Perhaps it was the gentle hands, friendly attitude, and serious and responsible inspection that made the man feel valued.
"Doctor. Is there any way I can be saved?" Perhaps it was because the anesthetic drugs had taken effect, and the patient's face turned slightly rosy.
"Why not? Aren't you going to have surgery today?" Zhang Fan said with certainty with a smile.
"Haha, you are an expert, you are a great doctor in a big hospital, you must not tease me.
My family tried everything they could to get me medical treatment. The house was sold and they didn’t even have the money to buy their children’s school uniforms. "
As he spoke, the tears of sorrow and grievance began to flow like a river. The man did not shed tears easily, but he did not reach the sad point!
The patient's wife hurriedly stood up and tried to stop the patient from speaking. She looked at Zhang Fan's face anxiously, fearing that Zhang Fan would get angry.
"It's okay, it's okay. I've read your information and the possibility of recovery after surgery is very high."
"Well, I can't die! If the child gets older and the elders in the family are gone, I really don't want to treat him anymore. Doctor, look at my wife's hands!
She is only in her thirties. Is this a woman's hand? In order to treat me, she did the work that men do, and in order to give me some nutrition, she even sold her blood!
Doctor, really, doctor, if it really can’t be cured, please, please, don’t do the surgery on me. If I keep the money, my family will still have to live! "
The man was so weak that even his hair didn't have any majestic feeling. Really, he wanted to die, but he couldn't!
Zhang Fan looked at the woman's rough hands like a rake, and then looked at the patient's helpless cry. He took a step closer and stared at the patient.
"Believe me! Please give yourself a chance. The suffering will eventually end. The days ahead are still very long!"
"Yeah!" The man who cried completely may not have any desire to die, or he may be filled with despair and nodded.
Zhang Fan turned around, but his mind could not get rid of those hands as thick as a rake.
