The patient is a man in his forties, short and fat, with slightly uneven teeth.
Wearing a floral shirt, a Hermès crocodile belt, and an exaggerated diamond ring on her hand.
The young lady pushing the wheelchair has a beautiful face, a model figure, a pair of long and dazzling legs, extremely exaggerated curves, and an LV bag hanging diagonally.
As the wheelchair came in, a smell of perfume hit my face.
"Professor Zhang, hello, I finally got your old number." The patient was very excited, holding Professor Zhang's hand and trying to stand up from the wheelchair.
Mr. Zhang held his hand and immediately patted the back of his hand: "Sit down, sit down and talk, don't get excited."
Mr. Zhang glanced at the computer through his reading glasses: "Are you from Shanxi?"
"Yes, from Shanxi." The patient sat down and said, "I had to wait in line for three months before it was my turn."
The hospital actually has a VIP clinic. Respected professors like Mr. Zhang can open a VIP account for 2,000 yuan per account. If there are people who don't care about money and sign up for a VIP account, they don't have to wait so long. After all, they are willing to pay 2,000 yuan for registration.
It's a minority.
But Mr. Zhang has a bad temper. He doesn't open a VIP account, but only checks ordinary expert accounts. He also ignores anyone who puts in a note to say hello and jumps in line. He doesn't care who you are. He either looks at others or queues up.
The graduate student and the young lady helped the patient lie down on the examination bed. Mr. Zhang carefully examined him and asked about his medical history, paying no attention to any detail. He put on gloves, pressed the pus-filled sinus and said: "Three
Years old? Six surgeries?"
"Three years ago, there was a car accident. The tibia here was fractured. It was an open fracture. I had an intramedullary nailing operation. Three months after the operation, the hole began to leak pus. I later had several surgeries to dig out the bones, fill them in, and...
I tried patching up the skin of my thigh here, but it was of no use. It healed here, but it broke again there, with pus and a smell." Mr. Zhang asked, and the patient said ten sentences, mixed with a few professional words. Indeed, there is a smell of pus.
"Your condition is very serious and complicated!" Mr. Zhang said cautiously.
It’s over! The patient’s mouth was half open and he said in a trembling voice: “Professor, is there any hope of saving him? Over the past few years, he has gone to all the imperial and magical capitals. Famous professors across the country have looked at it and they all say amputation. I heard that Professor Zhang, you have
We came here from Shanxi again. Do you think there is any way to save it?"
Mr. Zhang looked serious and did not speak. After the physical examination, he took off his gloves and washed his hands. The patient immediately got out of bed and sat in the wheelchair. He quickly turned the wheels and pushed the wheelchair to follow Mr. Zhang: "Is there any help? Professor
, is there still hope?"
Mr. Zhang looked solemn: "This is very serious. There is still hope for help, just--"
"What is it, professor?" The patient was anxious.
Mr. Zhang finished washing his hands, wiped them with a piece of paper towel, turned around, sat back on the chair, and said slowly: "It just costs money, a lot of money."
The patient's desperate face immediately turned into a smile: "I'm scared to death, professor, money is not a problem, you don't have to worry about this, as long as it can be cured and no amputation is done, money is not a problem, any amount is fine."
"It's not a small amount of money. It costs a lot, requires a long hospital stay, and requires several surgeries, and it's not 100% sure." Mr. Zhang spoke in a measured tone.
"Professor, I believe in you. If you treat me, if it still doesn't work, I will accept my fate. Professor, help me, you see, I am only in my forties. If I lose one leg, I will jump around with this leg.
It makes me feel uncomfortable just thinking about it." As he spoke, the patient actually squeezed out a few tears.
"If you have an amputation, installing a prosthetic limb is also a way to save time, trouble and money." Professor Zhang said.
"It's not my own. You said I could give it a try by spending money. Give it to me." The patient has made up his mind.
"This is not a small amount. It must be hundreds of thousands. The entire infected bone must be cut off, leaving only two good bones. Then a frame can be installed to extend the two good bones and slowly join them together.
, during the process, calcium sulfate containing antibiotics must be filled, and intravenous antibiotics must be used. This process takes a year or two. Not to mention other things, the extended shelf alone costs tens of thousands for the cheap ones and hundreds of thousands for the expensive ones." p>
"What's the difference between hundreds of thousands and tens of thousands?" The patient was also curious.
"Let's put it this way, what's the difference between a 2 million BMW and a 50,000 Wuling Hongguang? You can say there is no difference. They are both cars running on the road with four wheels. Or you can say there is a difference. You say BMW and Wuling
The same? It can’t be the same." Mr. Zhang explained.
"Understood! That's it. I'm going to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on the shelf. Now give me a card, a salsa, a card, and you're clumsy. Get the card quickly and swipe it!" The patient made a decision immediately.
The woman accompanying him was in a hurry, opening her LV bag to look for a card, but unexpectedly she took out a handful of cards and swiped that one.
"Don't get excited. It's not now. You have to be hospitalized. You should be treated slowly while in the hospital. You should pay the money when you are in the hospital, not now." Mr. Zhang knocked on his desk.
The lady took back the card she took out.
"Well, professor, thank you, rebirth parents, it's worth the trip." The patient was so excited that he lost control of his emotions.
"There is hope. We will do our best, so you don't have to worry." Mr. Zhang comforted him.
The patient wiped his tears and said: "Professor, I know it well. I work in business all over the world. I meet many people. This is the first time I have seen such a responsible professor. Just now, the professor personally opened the dressing for me and checked it."
It’s a rotten leg. It took me so long to check it out, but I already have a good idea. Leave me your phone number, professor? Is that convenient?”
Mr. Zhang patted him on the shoulder: "You won't need to leave your phone number. You're welcome. After you are hospitalized, listen to the doctor and treat your illness with peace of mind. I will also go up and check on you from time to time."
"Hey, you have to come see me. When the surgery comes, you have to help me personally, professor." The patient held Mr. Zhang's hand.
At this time, the graduate student issued the admission notice and handed it to the patient: "Beds are tight, so we have to wait. You go back to your residence first and wait for a call from our ward. We will notify you as soon as beds become available."
"Is there a VIP ward?" the patient asked immediately. Every time he was hospitalized, as long as there was a VIP ward, he would never stay in an ordinary ward.
"Then let's admit the VIP ward." Mr. Zhang told his assistant. He was not short of money, but he was still working hard.
The patient was immediately moved again: "Yes, yes, yes, live in VIP, move in now."
The old professor is so considerate, and the patient becomes happier and happier. He should have come to this hospital a long time ago. I have been wandering around in the past few years and haven't met a wise man. I am lucky today.
After seeing this patient, Mr. Zhang found that Yang Ping was still standing in the consulting room. He was such a big living person. He only found out now.
"Why are you still standing here?"
"Me?" Yang Ping didn't know what to say.
Mr. Zhang asked: "Is something wrong?" Then he ignored Yang Ping and said:
"I tell you young doctors, and I tell you again and again, that doctors should be kind-hearted and kind, and should not follow rigid rules. Look, if someone has four thousand yuan, does he deserve to be disabled? You have to find a way to treat him.
There is a cure for four thousand yuan, but you can’t go to the imperial capital if you can’t afford a plane ticket? If you look at the patient just now, if millions of people want to entertain him with a game of cards, he should arrange the most cutting-edge plan, not too much.
Considering the cost, he still feels uneasy if you use the cheap method. Going to the Imperial Capital by hard sleeper or taking the overhead cabin of an airplane will take people to their destination."
What he said is simply the level of enlightenment.
Looking at this old man Zhang, Yang Ping gave up the idea of arguing with him and went to prepare for the operation honestly.
