Zhang Fan actually called the students over, not to show off in front of others, he just wanted to plant a moral bottom line in the hearts of a few students. Just like back then, he only had money in his eyes. One day when he was thinking about how to do more surgeries to make money, in front of the dead policeman, Lao Gao patted him on the shoulder and said to him:
If you try your best, you won't regret it. Being a doctor is not only a profession that can support your family, get promoted and make a fortune, but it is also a kind of belief.
He didn't say much, but in the face of the bloody facts, Zhang Fan had a threshold in his heart. He didn't know it at the time, but this threshold was actually the bottom line of professional ethics.
If it weren't for Lao Gao's words at that time, Zhang Fan might have forgotten it after a while. His technology might have improved faster, but his eyes might still be focused on money or power.
Zhang Fan feels that he is not qualified to comment on whether university education is lagging behind. Many people say that universities will not teach children how to make money or how to survive.
In fact, Zhang Fan feels that medical school education is too good at teaching children how to make money.
The children who had just entered the internship period still had a little bit of thoughts about angels in white, but after entering the clinical internship, all they saw was how to make money.
All patients in a department, regardless of age or sex, use the same medicine. The students are very confused. Doesn’t it mean that the patient needs to be individualized? Why are antibiotics used for this type of incision from the time of admission, and from the time of admission to discharge? , antibiotics for more than ten days are like tap water, won’t fungal infection be eliminated?
Some maternal and child hospitals give high-quality antibiotics to children as soon as they enter the hospital. When the children are discharged from the hospital, their mouths are open and they are filled with white-haired mushrooms, which makes the parents heartbroken.
Those who have brains will think about it, and those who have no brains will ask directly. Some teachers hesitate, and some teachers pretend not to hear. When I was on duty one day at the end of the month, I saw the drug dealer humbly find his teacher, and secretly Give the teacher an envelope.
Then the teacher said generously, "I'm going to treat you tonight. Fried noodles with ham sausage and tea eggs. After we're full, let's continue working overtime to revise medical records!"
Immediately afterwards, the career dreams of the students collapsed. After joining the job, they encountered the urging of the mother-in-law and the demands of the fiancée. What moral character and professional qualities became a joke? What was left in their eyes? Make money with medication.
Some people blame the doctor-patient relationship for tension, some blame the policy, and some blame the general environment. In fact, none of them can escape. Otherwise, medical troubles cannot eventually become a profit-making chain, just like the ticket scalpers at the hospital window. Dare you say that those who registered with them have no internal or external collusion with them?
The more people Zhang Fan comes into contact with in this field, the more practitioners in this industry need to define it in advance.
The so-called greed, greed in other industries only wants money, but greed in medical treatment only wants other people's lives. How to prevent it? In fact, the so-called ideological construction in the later period is a joke. Most of it is re-education after the incident. This is no longer interesting.
The education before entering the profession was ignored. Zhang Fan would rather his students become ordinary doctors than to end up in a labor camp under the halo.
The four students trotted to the door of the internal medicine building. A group of people holding pennants had already walked over.
"Zhang Yuan, is this Dean Zhang Fan?"
"Yes, I am." Zhang Fan walked down the steps and said softly.
"Thank you, thank you, Doctor Zhang. I will kneel down and kowtow to you. If it weren't for you, my child would be dead!" The white-haired aunt wanted to kneel down to Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan quickly grabbed the old lady's arm, and Wang Hong hugged the old lady's waist from behind. The old lady had tears streaming down her face. "My child is so lucky to have met you. The doctor who performed the surgery said that if he had been a few minutes later, the best outcome would have been a vegetative state. You are a great benefactor to our family."
"Thank you, Zhang Yuan, thank you!" He was probably the patient's husband. The young man also looked happy to have survived the disaster, but the little kid in his arms stared at Zhang Fan with big eyes twinkling.
On the way to and from the car, this uncle held his mother, who was bleeding, and held the corner of his clothes. Although he was scared, he seemed to feel particularly safe.
Maybe this is the sense of security.
The two old men gave the big banner to Zhang Fan with both hands, and Zhang Fan took it with both hands solemnly. (This chapter is not finished yet!)
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There is nothing to say. Since you are in this industry, if you encounter someone, you have to reach out, otherwise you will really lose your white coat.
The relatives and friends who came with him applauded enthusiastically. Even though Zhang Fan was already an experienced doctor, he still felt full of a sense of accomplishment.
Being recognized and needed, isn't it the so-called self-achievement of advanced animals?
Zhang Fan in the crowd was so dazzling and tall in the eyes of several students.
Most of the people who saw the doctor and the discharged patients felt warm in their hearts when they saw Zhang Fan holding the banner.
Of course, there are also some people who are angry, "Nah, I know how to put on a show and have the ability to reduce medical expenses!"
There was a joke in Chasu Hospital during the Ouyang era. Zhang Fan's former teacher, Ye Jingjing, was the one lying flat. Because the family conditions were good, she would not grab anything or fight for anything.
Once, a patient gave Ye Jingjing a red envelope of two hundred yuan, and Ye Jingjing handed it over to the medical office. Ouyang felt that this should be promoted vigorously, so he called a reporter. Then under the witness of the reporter, Ye Jing returned the red envelope to the patient. family members.
The scene at that time was really so embarrassing that it could make people die instantly. Ye Jingjing had a stiff smile on her face, and the patient's family members looked ashamed.
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"How are you feeling lately?" Zhang Fan sat in the passenger seat while Huo Xinwen drove Zhang Fan's big bull head.
"It's okay, just tired."
"Well, I can still hold on!" Geng Jingjing replied after putting down her itinerary.
The four girls all answered the same question, "Well, as long as you can persevere, how is the teaching at Academician Lu's place?"
For students, Zhang Fan's idea is to practice. He does not want to bring out a few scientists. He prefers medical treatment.
Especially in surgery, most patients often need a doctor with superb skills, not a scientist who talks about fancy things and performs terrible surgeries.
Moreover, after all, only a few can become scientists.
"I had a surgery recently. How do you feel? Is there any smell at all? Geng Jingjing, how many breast surgeries have you done?"
"More than twenty."
"Well, remind me when there are a hundred units following."
While on the way to the airport,
Zhang Fan assigned tasks to several students. When their surgical volume reached a certain level, Zhang Fan would take care of them himself.
There is really no need to say anything bad. They can't recognize all the instruments. There is no point in taking them to the surgery. Only when they make quantitative changes to achieve qualitative changes, will they need the teacher's guidance. If you tell her the delicate operation of breast glands now, will she understand? If you tell her too much, she will have to go back to the dormitory and pinch and look for it by herself every night. In the end, she failed to develop the skills and pinched breast nodules.
When Zhang Fan goes on a business trip abroad, he usually takes a chartered flight. If you are going to a conference, for example, if the government pays for it or the organizing committee pays for the travel expenses, it is usually first class.
Zhang Fan is not stupid, it is definitely more comfortable to stretch his legs than to shrink them.
But when you get on the plane, it’s economy class. After all, the travel expenses were paid by the patient. When I got on the plane, it happened to be a winter-spring flight. The economy class was really economical, and there was no difference between the seat and the small bench.
"Teacher, would you like to upgrade your cabin?"
"It's okay. If others can sit, we can sit too. This is the money paid by the patients. We can save whatever we can."
Zhang Fan tried his best to let the students feel a little positive energy, after all, he led the students not to mislead others.
Jiangyang is a very strange place. It is probably one of the earliest cities in China that does not look down on superiors. Perhaps Su Daqiang has this kind of character in his heart. Very few people in this place say that they are ironless people, and they often say that they are ironless when asked. They are from Jiangyang, and they even think that people without iron are more rustic and country people.
Zhang Fan found it incredible that there were so many hospitals in Jiangyang. It felt like there were more hospitals than the sub-provincial tea hospital.
Moreover, the hospital equipment is better than the last. Even if it is useless, it must be there. The arrogant feeling of the rich is expressed in places like this.
However, Zhang Fan's face is easier to use in the south than in the north.
Zhang Fan went to the capital. Although it could not be said that major universities and hospitals were closed down immediately, anyway, the deans in the capital were always the same, Zhang Fan (this chapter is not finished yet!)
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No entry expression.
Sometimes when Zhang Fan goes to make phone calls, people who are clearly in the capital will excuse themselves by saying that he is in the North Pole.
It's different when you come to the south. As soon as Zhang Fan got off the plane, his senior brother from the West Lake Nursing Home drove up to Coaster from the nursing home to pick him up.
After getting off the plane, Zhang Fan was puzzled, "Brother, why are you here?"
"Hey, they want to invite you and have consulted with me. Of course I know when you will come. Come on, get in the car first."
Zhang Fan didn't say much and got on the bus. It took three or four hours to pick him up, which really made Zhang Fan very embarrassed.
"Director Wang is not here. Hey, he is here to take care of the students. My boy will be a fifth-year student next year. I told him to do basics, but he will have to go into clinical practice. I am worried to death!"
"Haha, what's there to worry about? If you want to do general surgery, Senior Brother Tang and Senior Brother Zhou can bring them out no matter what. If you don't dislike the northwest, you can also go to the tea plant when the time comes. Almost all the old men have withdrawn from clinical practice and are just free. It’s okay, it’s very easy to teach me a master’s degree course!”
"Hey, I really don't want him to enter the clinic. I know enough about what it's like. You students, just tell me whether you are tired or not. Don't think that your teacher treats you harshly.
Let me tell you, your teacher and I are brothers, and I am still the one who is the least up to date. Just like this, when I was young, I spent almost five years in the hospital, hey!"
Zhang Fan smiled and glanced at his students. When the four girls were still shocked by their teacher's connections, their faces turned blue when they heard this!
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