As soon as Zhang Fan arrived at Annex 1, Zhao Jingjin hurried over without even taking a sip of water.
Lao Xu saw that Zhao Jingjin seemed to have something to say to Zhang Fan, so he found an excuse to give the vice dean's office to the two of them.
"When you get a title on the gold medal list, you get promoted and make a fortune, shouldn't your face be glowing? Why do you look like a lackluster cow in autumn!"
Zhang Fan was sitting on the guest sofa, drinking tea and looking at Old Zhao in front of him in surprise.
Zhao Jingjin used to pay special attention to his image. Not only before surgery, but also after surgery, he would clean up as if he was going to be on camera.
Whether he is wearing a surgical gown or a white coat on weekdays, he is always polite, wearing a tie and a shirt, and looks like a scholar.
But now Lao Zhao is not only depressed, but also a little downcast.
"Hey, I'm too embarrassed to speak." Old Zhao looked at Zhang Fan eagerly, hoping that Zhang Fan would take over the conversation so that he could ask for help.
Zhang Fan is no longer the young student he was back then. He smiled and held the Tieguanyin brewed by Chen Sheng for him.
Although the tea had already become bitter, Zhang Fan refused to drink it while holding the cup.
Zhang Fan didn't need to think about it. Lao Zhao's opening was definitely not about the surgery. Otherwise, there would be no need to come in person. He would have called long ago.
It's not surgery. The rest is either asking Zhang Fan to find a superior or Master Zhang Fan.
Therefore, instead of refusing, it is better to pretend to be stupid.
When Lao Zhao saw that Zhang Fan didn't continue, he also sighed in his heart: "Hey, this kid has improved so fast. It's getting more and more difficult to deal with him now. It's hard to lie to him!"
Can Zhang Fan not make progress? If he doesn't make progress, Ouyang will probably be scolded to death. The old lady is not a reasonable person.
Lao Zhao turned out to be the director, and his role was to mobilize the masses to fight against the leadership.
Now he is the deputy dean, and he is also the deputy dean with the title of Jianghe Scholar.
When the dean saw it, he realized it was broken and could not be stopped. So, he turned around and became the dean leading a group of people to fight against Lao Zhao.
In a unit or a company, whether the leader is important or not is important, but telling the truth is important.
In recent years, the country also seems to be improving the treatment of these people, such as monthly salary becoming annual salary.
But some people, no matter how much money they get, they do things, but they do their own business. The greater the ability of such a person, the more serious the damage to the enterprise or unit.
The director of the Central Hospital, who had a background in internal medicine, asked him to engage in scientific research, but he knew there was nothing he could do.
No matter what opportunity he encountered, he changed the focus of the hospital to serving the leaders.
Although the central hospital could not surpass the affiliated hospitals in the past, the Department of Surgery, especially general surgery and hepatobiliary surgery, was quite powerful in the border areas.
As a result, once the focus changed, resources were no longer directed toward surgery, physical examination centers, veteran wards, special needs departments, and international wards.
Anyway, such special departments were established one after another, the hospital's brain drain was quite serious, and its development slowly began to lag.
After Lao Zhao came to power, he thought about developing the Department of Surgery, but he couldn't. He held meetings every day to raise his hands and vote. Even when the Department of Surgery purchased an operating bed, he had to hold a hospital meeting to raise his hands and vote.
When Lao Zhao was at the middle level, he could lead people to fight against the dean, but when he reached the top level, no one had power, and he gradually felt like he was being left out.
Can Lao Zhao be willing to do so? No, he has called many people. When he heard that Zhang Fan was coming, he quickly found Zhang Fan and asked Zhang Fan's teacher or uncle to talk to him.
When Zhang Fan heard this, he shook his head like a rattle. Lao Zhao still wanted to fool Zhang Fan, but Zhang Fan didn't even give him a chance.
"Zhao Yuan, we have been dealing with each other for a long time. There is one sentence I leave here. Regarding surgery, I will be there whenever you call.
I have some surgical ideas recently. If you are interested, we can find a time to discuss them in detail. "
Zhang Fan now has almost reached the seven or eight levels of success that Ouyang Jitongya talks about.
Old Zhao took a look and saw that although Zhang Fan didn't say rejection, he meant rejection without even negotiating any conditions.
"Hey, Zhang Yuan, I'm asking you to be so shameless. If I have any scientific research ideas for general surgery recently, I will do my best. I just hope you can share some of the soup with me."
"There's no problem with this at all. I'll contact you after I think about it."
Zhang Fan sent Lao Zhao away, and Xu Guangwei, the current dean of the First Academy, walked up to Zhang Fan like a ghost.
"Old Zhao is urgently ill and seeking medical treatment. Don't worry about it, Zhang Yuan. Those who engage in technology are better off in pure scientific research units, such as me.
We are not saying that if I were put in the Central Hospital, I would probably be even more embarrassed than Lao Zhao. "
Zhang Fan smiled and said nothing. Administration is a humanities subject. To be honest, Zhang Fan feels that it is extremely strenuous to be in Chasu Hospital now. He does not want to get involved in the provincial capital.
They are all people who understand clearly. Zhang Fan didn't speak, so Lao Xu didn't say much.
"Zhang Yuan, are you tired? If not, let's see the patient first?"
"Okay, let's see the patient first. I have an idea in my mind. Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep well even if I sleep."
"Haha, Zhang Yuan cares about the patients, please, please!"
Lao Xu smiled and said to Zhang Fan, even though Zhang Fan is young, Lao Xu has no airs in front of Zhang Fan.
After passing the administration building, the administrative staff who came over smiled and greeted Lao Xu.
Although the smiling face was facing the dean, his eyes were like cameras, taking pictures of Zhang Fan up and down.
Do you know whether the dean is awesome? To be accompanied by the director of a provincial tertiary hospital with a smile on his face? Cow or not?
To be honest, most people may not feel it. To put it this way, let alone knowing the dean.
If you can find an extra bed in a tertiary hospital during the peak medical period, you are considered a person with considerable social energy.
What's more, what about the accompanying person who makes the dean smile? It is estimated that next time Zhang Fan comes to Fuyi, someone will definitely say hello to Zhang Fan.
But Zhang Fan has long been used to it. He is treated much better than this at the Central Hospital and Fang Dong, a foreign affairs department in Shanghai.
"What disease is it?" Zhang Fan and Lao Xu chatted as they walked.
"Hey, the illness is not serious, but the person is troublesome."
"What?" Zhang Fan slowed down slightly and looked at Lao Xu.
To be honest, Zhang Fan's current demand for surgery can no longer be met by Chasu.
It's not that the amount of basic surgeries performed by Tea Suin is not enough, but that the surgeries required by the system don't seem to be many.
But after it was laid out, it was too scary. Many surgeries had not been carried out in Qiansu.
This is the disadvantage of grassroots hospitals. But if you leave grassroots hospitals and go to hospitals for high-ranking officials, the number of surgeries will be huge.
But in a hospital of this level, it is absolutely impossible for people from all disciplines to perform surgeries.
So Zhang Fan is gritting his teeth now and refusing to relax or leave because of this consideration. Moreover, even though Chasu Hospital cannot perform some surgeries now.
But he can go to a high-ranking official's hospital to perform a knife operation, perform an operation, and make money without having to deal with the cause and effect of the hospital's personnel, so why not do it.
"The patient is quite special. He is an old comrade from the political class. Zhang Yuan is young and has probably never heard of the story of exchanging shirts for airplanes.
Although our old colleague didn't get a plane, he is still a capable person.
Back then, I brought a fleet of cars and exchanged several truckloads of daily necessities for a lot of stupid professors.
Not to mention the distance, there are many Professor Maozi in our Lotus Base who got their cans, Leba and even toothpaste from there.
The veteran comrade has a tough personality. After being hospitalized this time, the government paid special attention to him.
For the sake of caution, we originally wanted the old comrade to go to the capital for treatment.
But this old comrade is quite stubborn, so I want you to give him a consultation. "
When Zhang Fan heard this, he probably thought in his mind that he was a stubborn old man with a bit of energy. Fuyi wanted to show that he was more important, so he invited him.
"What kind of disease is it?" Zhang Fan nodded.
"Lipomas!"
"What?" Zhang Fan stopped. Are you still calling for consultation if you have lipoma? Although Zhang Fan didn't say anything, the expression on his face made Lao Xu understand.
"Lipomas, Zhang Yuan, his lipoma is in a special location, and it is already compressing the organs.
Don't worry, just go and have a look and you will know. "
Zhang Fan was pulled by Lao Xu. Before he reached the cadre ward of the First Annex, he heard a rough male voice inside.
"I'm not sick. Snoring is not a disease. Don't let me go under the knife. I want to be discharged from the hospital and I want to drink!"
Not only was the sound rough, but it was also very loud and extremely unpleasant, like a pile of scrap metal rubbing against each other.
"Mr. Hou, whether you are sick or not, the doctor has the final say, not you. Look, I have invited all the knives from the frontier."
Lao Xu opened the door and saw the old man making trouble, so he said soothingly.
Zhang Fan took a look and realized that if he lived in ancient times, this old man would definitely be a ferocious man.
His eyes are like those of a cow. He doesn't look directly at people, but lowers his head slightly and glances upward. He looks like a young boy who is looking for trouble on the street.
Moreover, not only the old man's eyes are big, but his ears, nose, and even his mouth and forehead feel bigger than others.
After seeing Zhang Fan, the old man looked at him from top to bottom, and then opened his mouth: "Don't try to fool me, someone who is not as old as a dog still has a knife from the frontier!"
The old man said this and made Zhang Fan laugh.
It's not that Zhang Fan likes to be scolded. In his long career as a doctor, he has seen people with severe illnesses begging for treatment.
I have never seen such a sick person who refuses to be cured. He is obviously scared to death, but the words coming out of his mouth seem to make others feel that he is a hero of steel.
This kind of old man, as he gets older, looks like he is destined for life and death, and wealth is in the sky, in fact, he is scared to death.
"Haha, old man, how old were you when you broke into Maozi Country?"
Zhang Fan smiled and said to the old man.
Old Xu was afraid that Zhang Fan and the old man would quarrel, so he winked at Zhang Fan vigorously.
The old man's children and wife were all on tenterhooks, fearing that the old man would become violent and hurtful.
But he didn't care at all about what Zhang Fan said.
To be honest, with this old man's frame, ordinary young people can't beat him standing on the ground.
"Hey! You touched my bottom, little baby, stop being so mysterious, you are still too young in front of me.
Let me tell you, I am very healthy and I am not sick. "
Although the tone has not changed, the attitude has softened. Men, don't you just have some hobbies?
Money, power, beauty and fame? The old man is so old, and he is also a bad guy who made political achievements in his early years, so he probably has no shortage of money.
If you give it to him, he probably won't even ask for it. Beauty, I guess the old man is determined to kill the thief now, but there is nothing he can do to save his life.
So, it’s just a name. Zhang Fan's sentence "How old are you when you entered the world" sounded like a tough one, but this thing actually scratched his soft flesh.
"Haha, why don't you give my young man a chance? I came all the way.
You dismissed me with one sentence, how can I still hang out in the frontier medical circle in the future?
You are also a wealthy person, so you still have to deal with this moral issue. If it works, let me get started and check it for you. Do you like it? "
Zhang Fan said with a smile, he did not persuade him, you should listen to the doctor and see him if you are sick.
Zhang Fan understood the thoughts of this old man, who was lonely and cold, so he suddenly used this semi-quackish tone to put the old man on his back.
It suddenly made him feel like he was back in the past. Even if he didn't agree, he still had to worry about his reputation in the world!
In fact, this is the doctor's consultation skills and what is discussed at the beginning of the diagnosis. In the early years, some people boasted that half of the Analects could rule the world.
Zhang Fan didn't understand it very well, because he had never read the Analects of Confucius, but when he was in school, the diagnostic teacher also boasted that if he had a thorough understanding of diagnostics, he would already be half a famous doctor.
At first, everyone laughed, but later, the more I went to work, the more I felt that this was right.
For example, in today's society, many doctors and patients start quarreling or even fighting when they look at a disease.
Putting aside the patient's problem, first of all, this doctor did not understand diagnostics thoroughly.
"Hey, you're still a cross river dragon. Okay, I won't bully you. Come and start, I have to agree first. If you persuade me to let me get a knife, I will fall out."
"Okay, whoever advises you to have surgery is your grandson!"
The more Zhang Fan imitated the old man's words, the more cooperative the old man became.
But Lao Xu’s face turned green. Can he do it without surgery? How to explain to the government.
The family members could hardly stand. How could there be such a doctor? How could he be an expert? He was just like a gangster.
