Poor people must be hateful. This statement seems to make sense, but there are certain types of people who do not fall into the category of this statement. For example, the patient just now does not belong to it.
Therefore, Zhang Fan decided to help him. Sometimes, a doctor's successful surgery may not be able to save someone, and the post-operative treatment is also expensive for them.
"I think the hospital seems to have a lot of nursing staff?" Zhang Fan asked knowingly. In large hospitals, I don't know which confused minister created a confusing system.
It is the so-called level of care. The higher the level, the more expensive the charges. Of course, the service will be relatively more comprehensive.
Hair washing, foot washing, and nail polishing are all included in the first-level care, and they are also reflected in the treatment satisfaction.
This TN is a hospital, not a beauty salon. First-level care is determined according to the patient's condition. It is to allow patients with severe conditions to receive better and more treatment and care, rather than to allow patients to receive comprehensive care.
The nurses who had already had a very heavy workload suddenly couldn't bear it. Because of the existence of the system, the head nurse and department director emphasized that as long as the patients occupying the side points, they must be sent to the next level of care.
Then, there were policies and countermeasures, and service companies and labor companies sprung up like mushrooms after a rain. They also entered the hospital.
Don't underestimate this service company. Although the work is very hard and the job of serving patients is really not a good job, the hospital's income has increased and the people who opened the company have become rich.
As for the others,...especially in large hospitals, family members are not allowed to take care of them. Even if there are eighty or ninety people at home, you are not allowed to serve your family members in the hospital.
"It's quite a lot." The director of the pancreatic department went over Zhang Fan's words in his mind. What did they mean? Could it be that he has relatives who are also planning to start this company?
He had already separated from the things in the ward. When he walked to the door of the office, Zhang Fan said another word to Old Secretary Wu in the office: "Brother, can you do me a favor?"
"Okay, okay, okay, what's the matter?" The secretary suddenly stood up. Who is Zhang Fan? He is the most favored junior who can go hand in hand with Mr. Wu. I want to ask him one thing now. Don't say it's hard to handle. Even if he breaks his head, he will do it.
"Haha, I see that the family of one of the patients just now is good in all aspects, but the family is also financially difficult. Can she be arranged to be a caregiver?"
"Uh!" Not only the secretary, but also the director of the pancreatic department seemed to be yawning. At the last moment, he accidentally sucked a flying insect into his mouth.
"No problem, no problem, Zhang Yuan, I will arrange her directly in our department, do you think it is okay? There is no need for a labor director for such a small matter."
Before everyone could react, Zhang Fan was too uneasy and played a trick. At this time, the head nurse of the pancreatic department said with a smile.
"Okay, I'll excuse you, please!" Zhang Fan smiled at the head nurse.
Although the secretary and the director of the pancreatic department had smiles on their faces, when they looked into Zhang Fan's eyes, there was something different in them.
Maybe it's like a lion looking at a strange tiger: Why does this guy like to eat grass?
Zhang Fan's heart is still soft, but softness cannot exist for a long time. This will affect his objectivity and neutrality towards treatment. After adjusting his mentality.
Zhang Fan said to the director of the pancreatic department: "Now go and see the patient who refused to have surgery in Fangdong!"
The director of the pancreatic department looked at Zhang Fan and then at Mr. Wu's secretary. Mr. Wu walked over without waiting for the director of the pancreatic department to speak, "I will accompany you to the ward rounds too."
This time it was Zhang Fan's turn to look at him in surprise, "The patient is a bit special, a bit special!" the secretary said without embarrassment, then took Zhang Fan a step forward, and then quietly told Zhang Fan about this. The origin of the patient.
It turned out that this patient worked at a Kanghua company when he was young, but because he was too young at the time, he didn't have much of an reputation.
The company grew and fell suddenly. Although he didn't get any official position in the company, he got to know more energetic young people.
Then, he went to Qiongzhou with a fierce spirit of killing everyone.
I guess the name of this place is not good. Not only did these guys spend all the money they made from selling notes to sell supplies, but they even bankrupted the bank in the end. They are also quite capable.
Sometimes, when the capital reaches a certain level, it is really not possible for ordinary people to play. Therefore, this patient also understood that his brain is not enough in this kind of tide, and his body and courage are not enough. Athletes riding the waves.
After being relieved, he relied on his ancestors to fight for some favors with their lives. He went home peacefully and collected antiques. He didn't know whether it was because of the guidance of an expert or because he was lucky.
All the junk stuff that I collected in my early years turned into red money. I had money and no worries, and lived a life of feasting and entertainment. In order to maintain the relationship in the past, I drank Maotai like water and foreign wine like beer.
In his home, he was the only one who could talk and chat with energetic people.
And his children, to use some vulgar words, are inferior to each other. They all went abroad to study. But after returning to China, they were not even good at foreign languages, but they did learn Chinese dialects.
She has no ability and cannot stay abroad, so she can only return to her country and work as a tenant-in-law and a tenant-in-law.
They have no ability to do this, and they are just too arrogant. When the mainstay of their family was diagnosed with cancer, one by one suggested going abroad for treatment, as if they thought that China Medical was the only one that knew how to phlebotomize.
Mr. Wu's secretary took Zhang Fan, the director of the pancreatic department, and the head nurse to the patient's ward. As for the others, they were dismissed.
It is difficult to find a single room in Fangdong Hospital. Finding a single ward with a living room is probably unthinkable for people with little social energy. Sometimes, in a ministerial-level hospital like this, money may not be enough.
As soon as he entered the ward, Zhang Fan felt that he had entered the wrong place. The smell that hit his face was not the smell of formalin or disinfectant, but the smell of various perfumes.
It was fragrant but not strong, as if Zhang Fan had smelled it on Jia Suyue's body. The little girl was reluctant to use it, which was the kind of perfume she only used occasionally.
Looking at the table inside the ward, there are rows of various models of Lv brand bags for men and women. Zhang Fan doesn't recognize any other brands.
On the patient's bedside table were health products all with foreign languages, such as Australian raw fish oil, American vitamins, and German protein. Anyway, they were all bought after being kicked by a donkey, but if you have money, it doesn't matter if you are willful.
Of course, luxurious items cannot change the patient's face. Lying on the hospital bed is a patient with a gray complexion and a look of despair.
When he saw the doctor entering the ward, he didn't even move his eyes, but stared at the fluorescent lamp on the roof.
As for the family members around you, no matter what they say, just looking at their clothes can give people a feeling of wealth.
The bright watch, the bean-sized diamonds, and the early morning sunlight shining into the ward are like jewels.
The faces of everyone were also different, including impatient, irritable, disdainful of seeing the doctor, etc., but no one came forward to talk.
It was so embarrassing that the director of the pancreatic department didn't say anything. He knew that using his name would never make these people take him seriously, so he could only wait for Mr. Wu's secretary to speak.
"Mr. Yang, how are you feeling today? I'm here to see you on behalf of Wu Yuan."
"Not dead yet!"
"Haha, no way. You originally decided to go abroad for surgery, but yesterday, there was some progress in the pancreatic surgery. I'm here to report to you."
Mr. Wu's secretary spoke very politely.
The originally dull eyes gained some vitality, and they turned around to look at the secretary and doctor who had entered the door.
"This is Mr. Lu's close disciple Zhang Fan, Academician Lu from Northern Blue Bird.
He is also the nephew of our Wu hospital. Yesterday, Dr. Zhang and our Dr. Wu performed pancreatic surgery at the same time.
The effect of the operation is very good. Today I brought Zhang Yuan here to talk to you about the operation. "
"Where's Mr. Wu?" The patient's lips were as dry as if they were dehydrated and opened his mouth.
To be honest, a doctor of Mr. Wu's level had never been to his ward from beginning to end. The old man's temper was not very good to begin with, so he ignored him.
But this patient felt that his status and achievements should allow Mr. Wu to come and see him, but he didn't, so the family members at home didn't look good.
"Mr. Wu has a meeting at the General Logistics Department of the Army today. The senior leader asked Mr. Wu to attend and speak. He really doesn't have time."
The secretary bowed himself, but when it came to Mr. Wu, he still handed him a medium-sized nail. Mr. Wu is having an extravagant meeting, having breakfast in the office and preparing for surgery.
"Oh, tell me about it!" His eyes were in a state of indifference again.
"Uh!" Zhang Fan was about to speak, but it turned out that he made it clear that he didn't want to hear it.
Zhang Fan thought that the amount of surgery required by the system was too large, and he was about to open his mouth.
A pretty boy next to him spoke. This young man couldn't be called a pretty boy. He was wearing a close-fitting suit, and the tendons all over his body made the suit fit perfectly.
"Pancreatic cancer, you are not using us as experimental subjects, right? We are in the early stages and have great chances abroad.
Really, we don’t want the old man to gamble here, and we can’t afford it. The old man needs to take a rest, so you can do it yourself. "
When pancreatic cancer was mentioned, the patient's eyelids twitched while lying on the bed, but he did not speak.
The middle-aged people around the young man, whether male or female, all have expressions that say something good.
Zhang Fan was stunned, then turned around and walked out the door without saying a word. As soon as he reached the door, the young man's very magnetic voice spoke again.
"Don't fool us as people who don't understand anything. If you have something to do, let Dean Wu come and tell us. Don't send out soldiers and generals every day!"
Not only Zhang Fan, but also the director of the pancreatic department changed his color. And Mr. Wu's secretary was the same when she came in, and she was still the same when she came out.
That's the thing.
