"Director Li, thank you for your hard work."
"Thank you for your hard work, Director Li."
When Lao Li had just emerged from the operation, even his body had not emerged, a group of doctors from the burn department all gathered around him, all of them Director Li. When he came, some people still called him Professor Li and Dr. Li, but this time the names were unified.
The titles in the medical circle are particularly interesting. When junior doctors tease each other when there is no superior, they will also call each other director. When a doctor reaches the top level of his professional title, chief physician, if he does not have the position of department director, usually those with a better relationship will often call him "so-and-so director" when there is no department director present.
In fact, the professional titles of chief physician and professor both represent academic status, while the director of a department not only represents academic status but also represents power status. Therefore, doctors are also human beings and cannot escape the circle of fame and fortune.
Sometimes, when patients go to the doctor for treatment, it is not to be fawning, but it is better to bring a little joy to the other person than to make the other person impatient. Therefore, when you don’t know what to call, there is nothing wrong with calling the director. , maybe after hearing this, someone who has never been a director for half his life will think more about it if he is tired from work.
Don't just tell me when you meet me, show me what's wrong with me. Doctors have a bad temper especially when they are tired. A major check-up that can be done or not is not only expensive but also time-consuming. After all, this kind of thing cannot be evaluated solely by the moral character of the doctor.
After a group of people gathered around him, Old Li became reserved. He is really reserved. He is a returnee from overseas and sounds like he has a great reputation. In fact, no one would urinate on him after leaving the Zhongyong hospital. For example, during a dinner party in some hospitals, when I inquire about it, oh, this group of people graduated from Xihua, come on, come on, come on, the director is also from Xihua, and a group of people will naturally become closer to each other.
But he can't. When he first met Zhang Fan, Manhua was looking for experts. His status as a golden-haired returnee from overseas did not add points but deducted a lot of points. It can be said that his path to finding a master was more bumpy and sad than his path to education.
Things are different now. The materials have passed the clinical level, and Zhang Fan in the operating room has begun to formulate surgical guidelines. He is different now and is shaking.
Facing a group of colleagues who gathered around with eager smiles, he nodded slightly, just like the mediocre department director who nodded reservedly to the junior doctors after completing his rounds. However, no one cares about his attitude at this time.
"Director Li, have you and Director Zhang started formulating surgical guidelines?" Someone finally couldn't hold on and asked a question that everyone was very concerned about. Although he knew that Zhang Fan was recording the details of the operation, he was more or less hoping that Lao Li would deny it and deny that Zhang Fan was formulating guidelines and instead write a year-end report!
How to describe this kind of mentality, it's like as long as no one in China makes a plan, no one is in a hurry. Anyway, this is a small subject, just wait for the golden retriever. No matter what the golden retriever can study, no one will be jealous.
But today, a young boy suddenly appeared in front of his eyes while formulating surgical instructions while performing surgery, which made everyone feel a little uncomfortable. It's not enough to just feel uncomfortable, you have to actively participate, otherwise you will fall behind.
If you fall behind, you will be beaten. Chinese people know this very well.
"Yes, we are formulating surgical guidelines." Lao Li nodded solemnly.
"Guide, one person is not perfect after all..."
At this time, those who were not active became active.
Being able to devote your mind to recording things on the operating table is definitely not child's play. Moreover, Zhang Fan's surgery was witnessed by everyone. When Zhang Fan formulated surgical guidelines, no one doubted it at that time. Now everyone is worried that they will not be able to participate.
You can imagine that as long as you participate and the guide is completed, if nothing else, the textbooks for masters and even doctoral students in the burn department may have your name on them in the future. This would be so embarrassing. This can be called a big boss.
"Yes, Director Wang is right. But everyone knows the level of Dean Zhang." After speaking, Lao Li paused and looked at a group of colleagues whose faces had changed.
"Why, are you abandoning us and not taking us to play? Are you looking for Zhongyong?" Everyone looked at each other and had the same idea in mind.
To be honest, if Zhang Fan really wants to contact Zhongyong at this time, they really have nothing to do. If you look at the medical textbooks after the sixth edition, you will get an idea. They are either from the capital or the devil's capital. There are very few doctors from other places who are responsible for the editor of the book.
It can be seen from the textbooks that almost all the best doctors in China are gathered in the capital and Shanghai. This is not a big problem.
Lao Li looked at everyone's expressions with pride, and then said: "Zhang Yuan is good, but a good man needs three helpers. Now it's up to everyone to help. Zhang Fan said that he needs assistants now. He needs help." Relevant patients. Starting tomorrow morning, this will be the compilation center for the new transplant material guide. Friends who have ideas, please sign up and contact the patients as soon as possible.
and……"
I don’t know when Lao Li started to speak in a melodious and frustrated manner. "And what, Director Li, please don't gasp!"
For those who are anxious, the competition among small departments and large hospitals is still fierce. If we take advantage of this trend, we may be able to reach the top of our profession, and no one will be anxious.
"Haha, after discussions between Stryker and I, Stryker will be solely responsible for the patient's surgical expenses and travel expenses. As long as the patient is suitable for the new materials, he can sign up."
In order for everyone to get the patient to Zhang Fan as soon as possible, Lao Li also spent a lot of money.
As soon as he said this, the people surrounding Lao Li scattered like birds returning to their nests. The compiled page is only that big. If you don't seize the opportunity to get in early now, you might be squeezed out by some big boss on a whim one day.
Professor Zeng watched everyone scattering and making phone calls. He became anxious. At this time, Lao Zeng was anxious and wanted to slap himself twice. "It's too imprudent, it's too imprudent."
"Director Li, I..."
When they were almost gone, Lao Zeng squeezed over. After a long day, his legs were sore, but his heart was even more sore. Who would have thought that Mr. Lu's apprentice would actually get burned and become famous. Lao Zeng was so regretful that his intestines almost broke.
According to Lao Li, Li Cunhou's previous personality would definitely give Director Zeng a slap on the back of his head to make him feel the nobility of intellectuals.
But now, Li Cunhou has no time or inclination to compete with this kind of person. All for the surgical guide, all for Zhang Fan's surgery in the past few days.
"My gay brother, how old are you? You don't have a little bit of city government yet. This won't work. Only Zhang Fan and I are easy to talk to. Okay, I won't say more. As long as the patients meet the conditions, patients. You can also participate, but in the later compilation, you still have to manage your own..."
"I understand, I understand, thank you, thank you. You must apologize to Zhang Yuan for me. I will contact you now."
A group of people left in a hurry.
At this time, Lao Li was holding on to the wall. He didn't know whether he was tired or too happy. Anyway, he seemed to be weak all over. Looking at Zhang Fan who was still busy on the monitor, Li Cunhou's eyes became wet. Thinking about the pain I suffered abroad over the years and the anger I suffered when I returned home, really, although the young man in the monitor was unreasonable and overbearing on the operating table, his heart was warm and he was sincere.
Like a resentful little daughter-in-law, Lao Li leaned against the door frame and looked at Zhang Fan.
Qingniao, in the office building of the Affiliated Hospital of Qingda University, Mr. Lu looked at the recent experimental reports. Since the surgery, life has become normal. The old man has time to play bridge with his wife at the senior center.
The old man doesn’t have many hobbies. He doesn’t know much about mahjong or chess. He just likes bridge. I don’t know what’s going on with their generation. They feel more fashionable than Zhang Fan and others born in the 1980s. I don’t know if they went abroad to study or followed Deng Deng. Old man, I don’t know if I’m good at bridge, but I still have some form.
Lu Ning, Zhang Fan's junior brother, knocked on the door and entered his teacher's office.
"Haha, why do you have time to come to my place? Aren't you busy in the laboratory?" Without Zhang Fan, Lu Ning would be Old Man Lu's closed disciple. Moreover, Lu Ning is more similar to Mr. Lu, more like a laboratory person.
"I'm here to see you. I've been quite busy recently." There were no outsiders, so Lu Ning naturally filled some water in the teacher's teacup. The old man didn't drink tea anymore, so he just drank some boiled water. Drinking too much tea would cause prostate problems. rebel.
"As long as you have this intention, don't keep visiting me to waste your time. I can't help you with your current research. The liver, gallbladder, pancreas and spleen are not separated, but in the end it's still a little crossed. If you have any problems with the pancreas, you can come to see you. Let’s talk, uncle.”
Since Mr. Lu stopped going to the operating table, his temper has become increasingly amiable, and he really has a tendency to be soft-spoken. Unlike in the past, when it was obvious that I was old and frail and could not perform as well as before, I would get angry and curse at others on the operating table, blaming the assistant for not assisting me well and the equipment company for not working properly. Anyway, on those days when the old man is about to seal his sword, he is like an old man who has reached menopause, with a particularly weird temper.
"Well, okay. You've been doing well lately." Lu Ning also took a glass of water, sat in front of the teacher and greeted him with a smile.
In the medical circle, there are too many masters and apprentices who turn against each other, but there are not many who remain so close after graduation.
"Isn't it good? I play bridge every day after I'm full. I don't work overtime or have any surgeries. No matter how bad my complexion is, it's just a waste of food."
The old man laughed.
"Junior brother has called on a group of people these days. It seems that he is going to publish some surgical guide."
"What, surgical guide?" Old Man Lu took off his reading glasses and looked at Lu Ning in disbelief.
Lu Ning nodded.
"Oh, oh, oh, this kid finally woke up. Did you remind him?"
"no."
"Guide to what?"
