It was busy outside the hospital. Hospitals in surrounding counties kept making appointments for Zhang Fan, and there was no time inside the hospital either.
Ouyang has now completely put himself in the position of the mascot. Although he doesn't care about the matter, no matter who the people in the city talk about Cha Su Hospital, the first thing they talk about is Ouyang, not Zhang Fan, Ren Li or Lao Gao.
However, the famous old lady is so arrogant that she no longer even presides over the college affairs meetings. She comes to listen when she wants to come, and when she doesn't want to come, she just lets the director of the medical department take her place.
If you don't work, don't talk, and if you have something to do now, you can make demands. "Zhang Yuan, it seems that several departments are getting up now.
But it still doesn’t work. The training of young doctors cannot be relaxed. At the critical moment, when you should be dark-faced, you still have to be dark-faced. You cannot smile and be kind to everyone you see every day! "
Zhang Fan was not innocent to begin with, but the old lady insisted on lighting Zhang Fan up for this just because she wanted him to focus more on this.
Ouyang decentralized power, and Ren Li was also encouraged to develop. Internal medicine exams were held every few days, and the doctors were exhausted, but the effect was significant.
In the past, people who prescribed wrong prescriptions, used medicines arbitrarily, and used medicines beyond the due date, during these rounds of training, everyone also saw Ren Li's methods.
You can make mistakes, but if you don't correct them, then I'm sorry. Go to a class and just study without doing anything.
This kind of deprived study is not a good thing. If you don't pass the first term, your salary will be stopped. If you don't pass the second term, you will have to pay the hospital. If you don't pass the third term, the hospital will fire you directly.
Just like the Chinese government, you jump around and don't let me take it seriously. If I take it seriously, you will have diarrhea.
In the past, the hospital's leaders defined the hospital as a small regional general hospital.
But in Ouyang's hands, she set the hospital on fire to develop, and now the hospital has become a regional key hospital.
As the definition has improved, the requirements for doctors have also increased. Doctors who used to live happily had a difficult time now. If their business cannot grow, they will be abandoned sooner or later. If you don’t work hard, your job will be a problem.
Ren Li is also a person with a high heart. When she was ostracized from the Bird Market by the people in the department, she didn't say anything about it, but she was actually holding her breath in her heart.
She is more concerned about the development of the hospital than Zhang Fan.
On Monday, after the academic meeting without the dean, Zhang Fan came to his office meeting while shaking his head, crying and laughing.
"This old lady is totally letting herself go." Zhang Fan held a stack of documents that needed to be signed, and just like that, Zhang Fan forcibly gave some of them to Ren Li.
It is so strange at Chasu Hospital now that the three main leaders are trying to push the signature power, which symbolizes power, to the outside world.
As for Lao Gao, he was so overwhelmed with all the clutter that he couldn't even care about it!
"Zhang Yuan, are you busy? No, I have something to talk to you about." Ren Li stood at the open door of the office and knocked on the door.
"Hey, secretary, come on, come on, I've probably been sitting here all morning. What's the matter with you?"
Zhang Fan invited Ren Li in with a smile. Then, he turned around and prepared tea and water for Ren Li.
Ren Li didn't refuse. She sat on the guest sofa and looked at Zhang Fan's back. She was filled with emotion.
At the beginning, when Zhang Fan was transferred to the Department of Cardiology, she felt that this young man could endure hardship;
Other aspects of internal medicine are just so-so. I originally thought that because of his ability to endure hardships, I would stay in the cardiology department for training, but I didn't expect that his surgical skills were already almost earth-shattering.
Thinking back to the time when she wanted to put on some airs and make him suffer a little, and then take him to the Department of Cardiology, looking back now, Ren Li felt that she had underestimated him.
"Don't be too busy. Just give me some boiled water. I don't drink tea! You don't have to think about it when you drink it. You will definitely have insomnia at night."
Secretary Ren, who is in his early forties, is no better than Ouyang. When Ouyang is angry, she can express it. It is not only whose fault it is, but others can express it anyway.
But Ren Li is different. She is always stuck in her heart, so it seems that Ren Li always carries a hint of worry.
"Okay, let's drink some warm water. Secretary, what's the matter?" Zhang Fan smiled and sat across from Ren Li.
Zhang Fan still respected Ren Li very much. To be honest, when the system was first established, Zhang Fan was only focused on increasing the number of surgeries. As for internal medicine, he didn't even think about it.
As a result, when he was in the cardiology department, Zhang Fan not only learned the charm of internal medicine from Ren Li, but also saw the cruelty of internal medicine. One night, several people died one after another, and the doctors could not save them.
At that time, it was also the first time that he really understood that medicine is too messed up and lacks a little bit of knowledge, but it doesn't seem to be a big problem at ordinary times.
However, it is always like a bomb or a landmine. You don’t know where the cat is waiting for you, and then waits for you to step on the mine and explode.
This also gave Zhang Fan, who had a system, a greater sense of awe for life and this industry.
To be honest, this thing is just like a child or a sapling. Without a good teacher from the beginning, it will be difficult to become popular in the future.
In this industry, there is no respect at all. Really, the greater the ability, the greater the harm, because this is a matter of human life!
Ren Li looked at Zhang Fan with a smile. Her smile always seemed like she could see your secrets. How should I put it, coupled with her habit of looking, touching and listening all year round, sitting there would make you feel that you are not suitable there involuntarily. .
However, Zhang Fan had already passed the hurdle of being a rotating doctor, and he had no feeling for Ren Li's smile.
"Haha, Zhang Yuan, general surgery is now on the rise, orthopedics is on the rise, and even the burn department is becoming more and more powerful. Even the extracranial department now has Xue Xiaoqiao, but when are you going to develop cardiothoracic surgery?
Cardiothoracic surgery cannot develop, and many of our cardiology departments dare not develop. No one can support us! "
Ren Li stared at Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan was really embarrassed by this statement. He also wanted to develop cardiothoracic surgery, but the system's current volume of extracerebral surgeries has not yet been completed, so he cannot open up cardiothoracic surgery.
"Well, I'll do it as soon as possible, I'll do it as soon as possible. After this period of busy work, I'll prepare to focus on cardiothoracic surgery.
Does Secretary Ren have any specific ideas? "
Zhang Fan quickly started talking.
"I just want to form a joint team between cardiology and cardiothoracic surgery, but now the cardiothoracic surgery department is just a thoracic surgery department, and it's about the heart, hey!"
Ren Li shook her head.
There are many organs of the human body that have not been thoroughly studied, but the brain and the heart are still the two most difficult organs at present.
Especially the heart. This thing is like a lumpy calf. Not only is it powerful, but it also has a bad temper.
If an accident occurs to the brain, even if the person dies, the death will not be immediate, and the recovery will often be delayed. Either the person will be in a vegetative state, or he will be paralyzed. To some extent, it will still leave people with some hope.
The heart is different. Let alone being injured, even if it feels a little wronged, it can kill itself every minute for you to see.
Therefore, in the early years, China had a rule for medical vascular interventional surgery, which was that it could only be carried out by a surgical hospital with experience in cardiac surgery.
But I don’t know what’s going on, maybe it’s because the money is so great, Manhua Country’s vascular and cardiac interventional surgery, regardless of whether there is a cardiac surgery support, anyway, if you have a cardiology department, you dare to go to it, and even county-level hospitals have become routine surgeries.
In fact, the reason why cardiothoracic surgery cannot develop is not because Zhang Fan's system has not been opened.
Earlier, Zhang Fan felt that in this department, new doctors and excellent transfer doctors would be vying to enter this large department.
In fact, Zhang Fan thought differently. He himself had a smooth life in this industry, but that was not the case for others.
For example, for a large department, the larger the department, the more resources the hospital will have.
However, from another perspective, the larger the department, the greater the pressure and competition on doctors.
To put it simply, for example, a cardiothoracic surgery or an ordinary cardiothoracic surgery requires at least four doctors.
These doctors are all future competitors. There are only a few places a year for resident doctors to become attending physicians. Who comes first and who comes last? This is not only a matter of reputation, but also a matter of real interests.
From chief to deputy director, from deputy director to director, the competition becomes more intense as you go to the back.
As for other small departments, a simple operation can be performed by one doctor and a nurse, while a slightly more complicated operation can only be performed by two doctors.
With fewer people, there is less competition. Competition in this industry is not one stage or another.
If you enter a department, it can almost be said that you will be competitors for life.
If Zhang Fan didn't have a system and wasn't short of money back then, he might not have chosen a large department. Wouldn't it be nice to find a small department instead?
Not everyone who enters a large department is like Ouyang, and not everyone wants to do something. Most of them are ordinary people, and their requirements are not high, and they just want to live a small life of their own.
Therefore, as tea departments in various small departments are developing better and better, large departments, especially departments that are difficult and difficult to stand out and are prone to medical accidents, have become unpopular.
This is also something that gives Zhang Fan a headache. Zhang Fan can't do it. He can force people to come to the department, but he can't force them to work hard to be excellent. Therefore, the biggest problem is talent.
While Zhang Fan and the others were discussing the development of the hospital, something happened to a group of half-grown children far away by the Chasu River.
In winter, it was again on the edge of the Tianshan Mountains. The cold wind blew through, biting the bones. The children seemed not to be afraid of the cold. Although their heads were steaming from playing, their hands were still so cold that they could no longer move.
Older children know that putting calcium carbide into the bottle must be done quickly.
Therefore, when it was not their turn, they kept their hands inside their crotches.
Just like doctors put their hands under their armpits to keep warm before making rounds in winter.
The younger ones didn't understand, and hurriedly gathered around the older brothers, vying to drop this special bomb.
The little hands are purple and red from the cold, and then stuck with nasal mucus, just like the facial mask that women put on before going to bed at night, with a layer of white and yellow hanging on it, and sometimes there is a small black and brown nasal mucus lump frozen on the hand.
My little hands, which were already numb from the cold, had to do something that relied on speed to survive. Really, there was nothing I could do.
A trembling lump of calcium carbide was put into the ink bottle. In an instant, the calcium carbide met water, and a large amount of acetylene gas came out, sizzling, like a boiling kettle, with water splashing.
"Quick, twist the lid!"
"Hurry up, hurry up!"
The children shouted loudly and urged loudly.
Looking at the boiling water bottle in his hand, the constant loud urging in his ears made the child, who was already young and a little anxious, even more frightened.
Frozen little hands, anxious urging voice, if I use Internet words to describe this child, then he is panicking right now.
I finally screwed the lid on in a panic, and then I heard the children urging louder, "Quick, quick, throw it away, throw it away!"
The older children also saw the danger and now they don't ask him to throw the bomb into the hole. They just ask him to throw the bomb in his hand as quickly as possible.
The more he urged, the more confused he became, and the more he urged, the more panicked he became. His hands, which were already turning purple from the cold, had a problem at this moment. He wanted to raise it above his head and throw it farther.
But before he could throw it out, when he just raised the bottle above his head, he heard a "boom!" and the bottle exploded.
The energy of the explosion was released instantly, and a small hand that was blown black was thrown into the air like a glove, and the child's head was instantly blown into a broken watermelon.
The white brain, red blood, and black scalp were like a bowl of tofu with chili oil and black fungus thrown to the ground.
His eyeballs were blown out and he fell on the cold ice, freezing instantly and rolling away like a black and white glass ball.
The youngest child didn't even cry out in pain, with a trace of nervousness, a trace of fear, and a trace of excitement on his face, and he was killed like this.
Because the homemade bomb (a) exploded in the back of the head, the back half of the head seemed to explode. The seven orifices are not visible directly, they are all black holes.
None of the children around him ran away. They were gathered together, and some even covered their crotches with their hands to keep warm. They couldn't get away even if they wanted to.
The glass particles, the energy of the explosion, and the poisonous gas brought by the acetylene gas exploded directly in the middle of the child. This is the Tiannu Sanhua.
Several children of the same age who were close together were like bombs exploding in front of their faces.
In an instant, before their eyes had time to react, glass, sharp glass, penetrated directly into their faces.
The ensuing explosion energy was like a knife with a hurricane, and it lifted the faces of several children.
It was really lifted up, along with the tender flesh on the face, like a thug grabbing a child's big hand and tearing it off directly along the nostrils.
The flesh and blood were like a handful of red watermelon pulp being taken out in the middle. The blood was burned and closed by the high energy before it even had time to react.
And a little further away, the slightly older children, flying glass particles, 歘!歘!歘! Directly on the face and neck like a blade, plowing countless cuts.
This kind of wound, with the energy that followed immediately, was like blowing a balloon, blowing into their wounds with a strong breath.
Instantly, the wound was like a confinement baby, puffing, puffing, and blowing bubbles from the upper lip to the lower lip.
The energy brought the air into the wound, and the upper and lower edges of the wound trembled and shook with blood. The blood was flying like spitting particles.
Although I wear thick cotton clothes in winter, in front of this energy, I am like a piece of paper, torn to pieces.
The stomach of the big kid closest to him was instantly cut open, and his fresh and tender intestines fell to the ground like a hanging pig in the water.
The glass ball hidden in the stomach, the intestines flowed through, and it was like a paper knife, cutting open the intestines.
Yellow stool, white fat, cool body fluids, and red blood mixed together.
On the pure white ice, it was spread like a naughty boy smashing countless paints.
It seemed like a long time, but in fact it only lasted a second or two. The group of children, who were originally happy and joyful, all fell down in an instant without even a groan.
After falling down, it took about three or four minutes before the blood seemed to understand and slowly flowed out from the wounds everywhere.
On the cold river, the blood is like cold beer taken out of the refrigerator in summer, with ice flowers, and it seems to click when it flows.
A puff of black smoke rose into the sky. At this time, the workers who had finished the night shift also knew that something had happened.
Adults have all heard of using calcium carbide to fry fish, but they didn't take it seriously. However, they who work in this industry have seen too many acetylene explosions.
They didn't expect that today, because of one of their negligence, this thing exploded among the group of children who were supposed to be carefree.
Then, several workers who got off the night shift ran towards the river.
When they stood by the river, the scene in front of them scared everyone so much that they even forgot to shout.
Suddenly, a young woman shouted loudly and heartbreakingly.
"Junzi, my Junzi!" Because she saw an arm thrown by the river, wearing a yellow woolen top embroidered with pandas.
She bought this for her child in the city a few days ago!
It's terrible, really terrible.
The wind blows, accompanied by the snowflakes hanging slightly on the ice, like the mother's whimpering voice, lingering over the glacier, unwilling to leave.
There is a trace of pain in the wind.
A group of employees immediately ran as fast as they could toward the river. Running and crying.
They were looking forward to the absence of their children, praying in their hearts, and they were rolling and crawling on the slippery river.
Bang, the broken bones collided with the ice. They seemed to have no pain at all. They only wanted to see if their children were inside.
On the pure white ice, it was like a mourning veil. The children were present and their parents were holding them in their arms, crying out of breath.
Even if the child is not present, the parents are searching like crazy to see if they fell into the river or were blown up.
Really, a parent’s heart is with their children.
Not long after, the owner of the chemical plant also rushed over. When he saw the scene in front of him, he felt a wave of dizziness coming over him.
"Fuck you, what are you doing? Hurry, take the children to the hospital. Hurry!"
The boss who used to be so majestic in the past was so anxious that he almost peed his pants, his nose was scratched, and he was kicked and beaten so much that he asked his secretary to find the car quickly.
Four of the eight or nine children were killed on the spot. It was tragic and unspeakably tragic.
Especially the mother of the youngest child, sitting blankly on the ice, holding her mutilated child in her arms, not crying or making trouble, just sitting quietly on the ice.
He stared blankly at the hole in the ice where the children had been smashed.
