However, Dr. Zou quickly calmed down, and Zhao Yilin warned him that the consequences of offending Liu Miqiao would be serious, and the development of neurology depends on him.
Zhao Yilin became less and less calm because he was worried that Liu Muqiao would not stay at all.
The pool at Antai Hospital is too small. Small fish and shrimps can struggle here a few times, but Liu Miqiao, is it enough for him?
Antai Hospital is the third largest hospital in Qingjiang City.
The largest ones are the affiliated hospitals, followed by the provincial hospitals. They are the first echelon, and the gap between Antai and them is about the same as an elephant and an alpaca.
Antai belongs to the first rank of second-rate hospitals, that is to say, it is only equivalent to prefecture-level hospitals.
It once was glorious. It used to be a mission hospital, which has a history longer than the provincial hospital. It is a municipal hospital, the first municipal hospital, and its name follows the historical name.
Liu Muqiao will at least work as a doctor in an affiliated hospital.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yilin couldn't help but sigh, dream, he woke up so soon.
Liu Muqiao didn't notice the change in Zhao Yilin's mood. He was making preparations, but until now, resident doctor Dr. Wang has not arrived yet.
"We are racing against time. Why hasn't Dr. Wang come yet?" Liu Muqiao complained.
"The puncture kit is gone. I borrowed it." Dr. Zou gave the patient another bottle of mannitol. As a doctor, you shouldn't panic.
"I told you a long time ago that there will definitely be a few more coming later," Liu Miqiao said.
"Liu Muqiao, let me ask you, can you really stay and help me establish a neurology department?" Although Zhao Yilin knew it was not the right time, he still couldn't help but ask.
"Of course you'll stay. Didn't you agree to my request to apply for a code from the hospital?" Liu Maqiao had already shaved the patient's hair.
"Are you telling the truth or are you lying? Don't make me happy in vain." Zhao Yilin said.
"Where else can I go? Affiliated hospitals and provincial hospitals only require PhDs. I'm an undergraduate, where can I go? Antai, I'm very satisfied. You'd better hurry up and hurry up Dr. Wang. It's delayed.
So much time."
Zhao Yilin hurriedly made a phone call, and before dialing the number, Doctor Wang had already rushed in.
"Here it comes!" He panted and threw five puncture kits on the nurse's bar, panting. "I borrowed five. If we borrow more, they will really be gone, and the whole hospital will be gone."<
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Without saying a word, Liu Miqiao began to prepare for the operation. His movements were extremely skillful, almost like a performance. Within a few minutes, he got to the drilling stage.
Originally, this could be done by Dr. Zou, but Liu Miqiao considered that the system had punished him in the morning, which was 10 hematoma punctures, and he had to complete this number.
"Poof!"
Pierced the dura mater.
The puncture needle is inserted straight in, the needle core is pulled out, and blood flows out in a steady stream.
Insert another one.
Very smooth.
Liu Muqiao likes this process very much.
This patient has a large amount of blood, so you have to take your time. If the hematoma is large, there will probably be some coagulation, so some hemolytic enzymes and the like must be injected. It will take some time for the blood clots to dissolve.
Dr. Zou and others also understand this knowledge. They also encounter problems with blood clots not dissolving when they usually perform hose drainage.
However, the more Dr. Zou watched, the more frightened he became, including Zhao Yilin and Liu Miqiao, who hardly stopped. They drew out the liquid and injected saline, one needle after another, one tube after another, as if they had done it thousands of times.
Need help from others.
"It's almost done." Liu Maqiao said to himself.
All that was drawn out was light red liquid.
"Look at the pupils." Liu Maqiao said.
This tone seemed to be addressed to Zhao Yilin.
Zhao Yilin did not hesitate, nor was he unhappy. He quickly opened his eyelids and said, "Well, it's retracted, but it's still a little asymmetrical."
"Then let's observe it for a while."
Liu Muqiao covered the puncture needle with gauze and planned to rinse it after a while.
"This seems to be promising." Dr. Zou said, "We must strive to reduce the mortality rate of patients to more than half that of conventional treatment."
Zhao Yilin said: "That's necessary. Liu Muqiao, I've changed my mind. How about I give you a basic salary? 5,000 yuan a month, and the commission is still the same. You don't think it's too little, right?"
When Dr. Zou heard this, he became uneasy again. I am a senior doctor and may become deputy chief physician next year. Are you taller than me?
Dr. Zou's basic salary is less than 5,000, and with performance included, it is more than 9,000.
Of course, some of the money was not included and was not paid by the hospital.
Seeing that Dr. Zou was unhappy, Zhao Yilin coughed twice and warned you, you surnamed Zou, don't be stupid. If you don't keep Liu Miqiao, I will prevent you from becoming the deputy chief physician within five years.
Dr. Zou quickly relaxed his tense face and tried to put a smile on his masked face.
Liu Muqiao didn't pay much attention to Zhao Yilin's discussion about remuneration with him, nor did he pay attention to Dr. Zou's colorful expression.
Dr. Zou’s mood is really complicated.
The door of the intensive care unit opened, "The hospital informed us that there was a serious car accident on National Highway 320, and many patients were sent to our hospital."
The chief resident stretched out his head and said to Zhao Yilin.
"Okay, you tell the leaders of the other two groups to go to the emergency room to get the patients. We all need epidural and subdural bleeding!" Zhao Yilin said.
"Neurosurgery knows how to chop with a knife!" said the chief resident.
"You guys also bring knives!" Zhao Yilin's eyes were bloodshot, and he was in such an urgent mood.
The chief resident turned around and walked out. He would never argue with the director.
As for whether to fight with the neurosurgery department, let’s decide on the spot.
Liu Miqiao smiled and said, "What I said is right, right? Of the ten patients, there will be no less than one." He was not prepared to ask for others' approval, so he returned to the patient, removed the gauze, put on the needle, and withdrawn the aspiration.
Suddenly, there were more than ten milliliters, but it was not blood.
If it's not blood, it's fine. Exudate is normal and there is no pressure.
"Look at the pupils again."
Zhao Yilin himself found it strange. He was very cooperative with Liu Miqiao. When he asked him to look at his pupils, he quickly looked at them. He certainly didn't feel it was damaging to his self-esteem.
"That's right, it's now the same size and round shape, and the pupils have also shrunk."
This is a very good sign. It seems that there is hope for the two critically ill patients with a bleeding volume of 110 ml today.
After a while, the chief resident came back with a panic look on his face.
"What's the matter? Did you lose the patient?" Zhao Yilin, who had just left the intensive care unit, asked immediately.
"Stop talking, Director Zhang said that we stole their puncture kits and will send someone to take them back," said the chief resident.
"How dare he! The puncture package is not written about neurosurgery. Who said it belongs to them. Dr. Wang, I will give you a task, five puncture packages. You can keep them for me. If one is missing, your performance will be deducted for one month." Zhao Yilin said.
Went to his office.
Liu Miqiao looked at his phone and said, oh, it's time to go to work in the afternoon, and he has to report to the pediatric department. He said to Dr. Zou, turned around, and trotted downstairs.
Just when we reached the first floor, someone shouted: "Liu Maqiao, Doctor Liu, wait a minute."
Liu Muqiao looked back and saw the two pharmaceutical representatives he had just met at noon.
They came forward with smiles.
"What's the matter?" Liu Maqiao stopped and asked.
The man took out a piece of Hibiscus wrapped in a newspaper from his arms, showed a corner of it, and stuffed it into Liu Muqiao's hand.
"When we meet for the first time, I may offend you a lot. Please don't be offended."
"It's okay, who am I to take offense?"
"No, please don't say that. People in our line of work, please understand."
"Okay, it's okay. I won't accept cigarettes. I don't smoke."
"You must accept it, otherwise, you will be angry with us."
"I said I'm not angry, really, am I just an intern?"
"Oh my, look at you still talking like this, isn't that why you're angry? If you don't accept it, then I'll come to your house at night."
This chapter has been completed!