I did a few more debridements and sutures and looked at the time. Three hours passed like this.
"How many have you made?" Liu Maqiao straightened up.
"How many? 23!" Jiang Weiwei said loudly.
"Ah, you did so much without realizing it?"
"I can't even straighten my waist. I'm so exhausted. How come your body is so good?"
An attending doctor named Qian Wan made strange movements, twisting his body like a red river shrimp, and said in pain.
Jiang Weiwei also beat her back and said, "It's a pleasure to watch you debridement and suturing, but if your body can't bear it, your lumbar disc will herniate."
The other simply sat on the patient's stool, unable to stand up.
They are all exhausted.
Liu Muqiao twisted his body and said, "It's okay. You should exercise more. How can a surgeon do without a good body?"
"You're wrong. We have all been working for several years. On the operating table, we can work for ten hours without feeling tired, but how can we stand bending over for several hours?"
"The key is that we are all too involved."
"Haha, yes, who can stand maintaining the same posture for several hours?"
"Even if you do that thing, you have to change your posture, right?"
"Hahahaha." The patient next to him couldn't help laughing.
"There are still 7 more, do you still want to do it?" Jiang Weiwei seemed to still have unfinished ideas.
"Take a look at everything and do everything that can be done, so as not to raise any opinions again."
Just as Liu Muqiao finished speaking, a patient said loudly: "Dr. Liu, please do it for me. I have no money."
"No money? Aren't there reimbursements?" Jiang Weiwei said.
"How many can I reimburse? I still owe more than 2,000 yuan. I really can't afford it. To eat, I can only have a box lunch, soup noodles, and two meals a day." The patient said with a somewhat sad face.
"Yes, yes, he is so pitiful. He really eats rice noodles and is bald." said a patient next to him.
"Are there still people who like bald fans these days?"
"Yes, I am really a bald fan. The night snack stall at the back door costs 3 yuan a bowl."
Liu Muqiao hesitated for a moment and said: "If any of you has two thousand yuan, I can borrow it."
Jiang Weiwei said: "I have."
After saying that, he took out his handbag, took out two thousand yuan, and handed it to Liu Miqiao.
Liu Muqiao gave the patient the money and said, "I'll treat you to two hundred bowls of rice noodles."
The patient refuses to answer.
"Take it, don't give it back, I asked you for it." Liu Maqiao said.
"How can this be done?" The patient shrank back and did not dare to touch the money.
"It's okay, I am richer than you. From now on, when you are rich and have more money than me, you can give it back to me."
"Am I richer than you? It's impossible in the next life."
"It's possible, everything is possible."
……
The patient finally accepted 2,000 yuan.
Other doctors also wanted to donate some, but the patients disagreed. Liu Muqiao waved his hand and said forget it. In the future, there will be many patients in difficulty. When the time comes, it will not be too late to donate your love.
Liu Muqiao opened his wound, and there was a slight smell.
He shook his head and said, "Come and smell it. Can you tell what kind of bacterial infection it is?"
"Can't tell."
"It seems to be E. coli."
"I can't tell."
……
"This is the smell of E. coli. It breaks down tissues and produces substances called tripeptides and phenols, so it smells like this. We all know that there are a lot of E. coli in the feces, but the smell is not caused by E. coli
The smell is the odor produced by anaerobic bacteria."
After saying that, he turned to the patient and said: "Your wound can't be sutured yet. If you don't have enough nutrition, the wound will naturally not heal. Let's do this. You should take more nourishment these two days and eat four eggs a day. Don't fry them. Just
Just eat tea eggs. Also eat two bowls of pot noodles. Tell the boss that you are my friend and ask him to increase the amount."
Then he turned around and said to the doctors around him: "From now on, you will not only pay attention to the patient's condition, but also pay attention to their life. If the nutrition is not enough, the wound will not heal."
Next, they performed several more debridement and sutures.
"Hey, in today's society, I never thought that there would be people whose wounds would not heal due to nutritional problems. It's pitiful." Liu Miqiao said to himself.
Liu Muqiao asked his apprentice, plus Jiang Weiwei, to make the last three.
I looked at the time again and saw that another hour had passed.
It's time to go.
Sima Lin Yi must have been looking forward to it.
Liu Muqiao was beaten to the provincial hospital.
In the past, the Provincial Hospital was a high-end, high-end hospital in his eyes, but now it looks like a vegetable farmer wearing a suit or a village girl wearing a cheongsam.
The security guard at the door is just like the uncle in the countryside, with his hands folded, his waist bent, and his hat askew.
In the ward, the latex floor also seems to be of very low quality, not much better than a rural health center.
It is simply incomparable to Huacheng Third Hospital, the two affiliated hospitals in Shanghai, and Beijing University Hospital.
Of course, when Liu Muqiao compared the Provincial Hospital with the previous hospitals, he did not forget Antai Hospital.
Although Antai Hospital is also of a lower grade, or more rustic, there is one thing that provincial hospitals cannot compare with.
Antai Hospital is more prosperous.
The Provincial Hospital became deserted at this time in the afternoon, with few people in the corridor. However, at Antai Hospital, no matter what time of day, the corridor was full of heads and figures.
Of course, this is what Liu Muqiao sees, mainly in neurology, but also in pediatrics and general surgery.
There are 200 beds in the four wards of the Department of Neurology, and the number has been increased to 300 beds. Will you still pay attention to the cleanliness and beauty of the house?
A sharp contrast.
Liu Muqiao felt a little excited in his heart.
Antai Hospital is well on its way to catching up with provincial hospitals.
Antai was once prosperous many years ago, when the provincial hospital had not yet been established, and there was no medical school in Qingjiang City at that time. Antai, as the earliest Western hospital, played a key role in fighting those plagues.<
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During the plague 80 years ago, cholera more than 70 years ago, and later malaria, Antai Hospital played a mainstay role.
Later, there was a medical school, an affiliated hospital, and then a provincial hospital. Gradually, Antai Hospital could no longer survive.
Although he is a latecomer, he is from a noble family and is under the direct control of the province. Due to historical issues, Antai was placed under the jurisdiction of the city. How can the city have enough money for food and finance to support your construction?
Gradually, latecomers took over, and after a few decades, affiliated hospitals, including the Second Hospital, the Third Hospital, and provincial hospitals, all moved up to the top and became first-class hospitals.
Antai has become a second-rate hospital.
No, it should be third-rate.
In recent years, it can only be positioned as a third-rate hospital.
How can a hospital with a turnover of only a few hundred million a year compare to a hospital with an income of several billion?
Liu Muqiao smiled slightly.
Provincial Hospital, you have to work harder!
"Oh, you're finally here. I'm so eager to see you." Sima Lin Yi came up to meet him and held Liu Miqiao's hand tightly. "Brother, I haven't seen you for a while. You are getting more and more handsome and mature.
A lot!"
"How did you handle that matter?" Liu Muqiao asked.
This chapter has been completed!