Director Hong sent two bedside ventilators to the emergency department.

The ventilator model sv800 is a high-end model made in China. The winning bid price of the hospital is more than 300,000 yuan. It looks like a high-end product in American TV series. It has an LCD screen and various new data functions. It is better to use than the old model.

Arrived in heaven.

Huo Congjun wanted to buy it for the emergency department for a long time, but it failed to pass the review of the equipment department. The number of medical equipment that the hospital can purchase every year is limited. Such an easy-to-use, good-looking and fun ventilator is wanted by every department.

Don't come to the emergency department to play.

Huo Congjun wanted a lot of new toys, but he couldn't get a high-end version of a bedside ventilator, so he didn't worry too much and quickly forgot about it.

Director Hong, who won the ventilator, always remembered this incident. When he returned to the department this time, he proposed to "borrow" two bedside ventilators to the emergency department. The reason was that the model of ventilators in the department would be unified to reduce the difficulty of maintenance and operation.

…

All members of the respiratory department passed.

Director Hong, who can smoke four packs of cigarettes a day, has been in charge of the Department of Respiratory Medicine for 10 years. Doctors who dared to raise objections have long since been kicked out. All the existing doctors in the department, including the deputy chief physician, are his.

Students, not to mention junior brothers, and nephews have all been let go to spread their wings...

Hospitals have never been like schools that oppose inbreeding. In today's hospitals, only the inbreeding departments are harmonious, while those with many sources are like raising worms. Only by fighting to the death will peace and quiet be restored.

"Lao Hong, thank you for resolving the urgent need of our emergency department." Huo Congjun cordially held the hand of Director Hong who came to deliver the ventilator, showing great dignity.

Director Hong's hands were light yellow, as if he had been in the urology department for a long time. He smiled calmly and asked, "Is Dr. Ling here?"

"Ward rounds."

"Okay, I won't interfere. You can use the ventilator as you wish. If something goes wrong, just contact the manufacturer." Director Hong evacuated decisively.

As long as this kind of thing is done well, there is no need to explain it in person.

On the other hand, Director Hong is actually mainly expressing gratitude. Since it is a thank you, there is no need to care so much about the response.

Just do your best.

Although the department's ventilator is used, ventilators are not the most popular items in the respiratory department. The two high-end bedside ventilators are more beautiful, more handsome, easier to use, and have a stronger sense of technology, so they are just right for Ling.

Of course...

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Ling Ran was checking the ward while receiving "Heartfelt Thank You".

To date, he has accumulated more than 1,100 bottles of energy potions through "sincere gratitude", not counting those that have been used.

It can be said that many doctors who are dedicated to treating patients may have never performed so many surgeries, let alone the surgical results, which can reach the level of "sincere gratitude".

This is because Ling Ran often does ward rounds early in the morning.

Otherwise, Ling Ran felt that he should be able to accumulate one or two hundred more bottles of energy potion.

However, from another perspective, if like other doctors, they always schedule ward rounds at seven or eight o'clock, it will be a major blow to the continuity of operations. Many major operations, such as liver resections, are very difficult to complete.

Unexpected situations can easily occur, and it will take an extra hour or two. When the time is uncertain, ward rounds at 8 o'clock mean that the expected end time of the operation needs to be arranged at 7 o'clock or even earlier.

For Ling Ran, it was a waste of time, and it was not cost-effective to reduce the number of surgeries.

Of course, if he has time, Ling Ran will also find time during the day to check the wards.

Just like today, because he had just admitted eight patients with Achilles tendon rupture and knee joint injuries, Ling Ran took a nap time to do ward rounds. Napping was a requirement of other doctors and nurses, but there was no cooperation from other nurses and doctors.

, Ling Ran couldn't perform the operation, so he had to go out for ward rounds and wait for the doctors under him to wake up before performing other operations.

Zhang Anmin quietly yawned twice and followed Ling Ran.

He is still a hepatobiliary surgeon, so he doesn't have to start preparing for surgery at three or four in the morning like Yu Yuan and others. Accordingly, Zhang Anmin has nothing to do during lunch break.

He still has to do something for the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department, and with the endless workload of Ling's treatment team, time has long been running out. Lunch breaks and the like are naturally just delusions.

Yu Baoke, the training doctor, is sober. The lack of people in Ling's treatment team is due to the lack of coolies. There is no shortage of people in the operating room. So Yu Baoke became a coolie and didn't have to get up early. Even after 6 o'clock, even

Just arrive at the hospital at 7 o'clock.

Then, he is now holding a pile of information, like a plankton at the bottom of the food chain, following Zhang Anmin for a while, Ling Ran for a while, waddling in a figure eight step, and swaying for a while.

He took a leisurely step as if he didn't recognize his relatives. The doctors, nurses, patients and family members who passed by didn't bother him, and he grew up completely freely.

"Doctor Ling!"

"Hurry up, Doctor Ling is here."

"Hurry up and pack up your socks, hide your socks..."

If Guipei Yi Youbaike's presence is like a plankton, Ling Ran's presence is like a blue whale.

When he was walking on the ward rounds, there were always a few more people in the corridor, and the patients and patients' family members in the ward also looked particularly different.

"When it comes to the doctor-patient relationship, the one I admire most is Dr. Ling. Look at this environment, the attitudes of patients and their families are so different." Zhang Anmin yawned again and quickly started a topic with Yu Baoke.

I hope I can drive away drowsiness by chatting.

Yu Baoke was holding a pile of case information, twisting around like a shrimp, enjoying the happiness that belongs only to plankton. When he heard Zhang Anmin's words, he said without thinking: "Like a street-cleaning tiger."

Zhang Anmin trembled all over, and his drowsiness almost disappeared: "What does it look like?"

Yu Baoke also trembled. After thinking again, he said a somewhat medical term: "God of Plague?"

"You guy..." Zhang Anmin pointed at You Baoke, and suddenly he laughed: "Don't tell me, what Dr. Ling did was really much cleaner."

"That's what I mean." Yu Baoke agreed.

Zhang Anmin asked: "Which one do you think is more appropriate?"

"Let's clean up the street. Calling Dr. Ling a plague god seems a bit invasive in the hospital." Yu Baoke looked like he was thinking carefully.

Zhang Anmin said "yes" and said: "From now on, if anything happens to Dr. Ling, you have to inform me first. If there is anything you need to do, you will also come to me first. Do you understand?"

Yu Baoke was puzzled: "You mean..."

Zhang Anmin glanced at him and said: "If you go to Lu Wenbin or anyone else first, I will tell Dr. Ling and Dr. Zuo what Jingjiehu and Plague God said, and you will definitely be fired."

"Impossible." You Baoan's eyes widened, and his voice weakened: "You have no basis for what you say."

"The last sentence you just said was the one that penetrated people. I recorded it." Zhang Anmin's teeth were as white as a silver carp that eats plankton.

Yu Baoke's foot slipped, and when he took another step to catch up with Zhang Anmin, he could no longer take the step of disowning his relatives. Looking from behind, with a lot of things in his arms, he looked more like a silly kid following his stepfather to pay New Year's greetings.
Chapter completed!