After all, He Lao is an old man in his seventies. He has a finger. Not only does He Lao himself not take it seriously, but He Yaowu is actually not intolerant of amputation.
Since the elderly are affected by smoking, let's ampute their limbs.
Han Shengxue personally went to the operating room to make arrangements. Mr. He was pushed onto the operating table, and Fang Le performed the surgery himself.
The amputation operation was indeed very simple. The operation did not take long and was completed quickly. After the operation was completed and the ward was arranged, Mr. He had another objection.
Old kid, old kid, this person, as he gets older, he often has too many things to do. It seems that if he doesn't bother with anything, he seems to have no sense of existence. Especially for an old man like Mr. He, if he really has to bother with it, the impact will be huge.
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Fortunately, old man He is really good and he is not fooling around.
I just don’t want to live in a special needs ward.
For patients like Mr. He, the hospital is extremely careful.
Xijing Hospital is a military medical university. The leaders and senior management of the hospital, as well as department heads, all have military status, and many of them also have military ranks.
Although this military rank is similar to that of an art soldier, it should not be underestimated. Even if some leaders from government departments come here, Xijing Hospital does not need to be as careful as other hospitals. It needs to be taken seriously, and there is no need to be too groveling.
But He Lao is different. He Lao Na retired from the army. When he comes here, everyone will call him the old leader.
Before Mr. He came, the hospital had arranged all the wards.
But now Mr. He does not want to live in the special ward, but in the general ward, which is the observation room for the emergency department.
"I'm a person who likes to be lively, and I also like to talk and chat with people. Living alone in such a big ward makes me feel nervous."
He Lao was not making a fuss, but had his own reasons: "Besides, at that time, we fought for the masses. The leaders were not willing to be separated from the masses, let alone us. What's wrong with living in a general ward?"
"Old chief, isn't this just for a good rest? If you like the excitement, you can go out for a walk."
Liu Changsheng advised.
"I only have one finger, so what impact can I have? If you hadn't told me to observe me, I wouldn't have wanted to be hospitalized."
Mr. He waved his hands: "I can walk and eat. I don't need anyone to care about me. I live in a general ward."
After saying that, Mr. He looked at Liu Changsheng with suspicion: "Could it be that you are afraid that I will stay in the general ward and know something about you?"
"That's what you said, old chief."
Liu Changsheng had a wry smile on his face. What else could he say at this moment?
Liu Changsheng actually wanted to say, yes, but he didn't dare.
In such a big hospital, Liu Changsheng really couldn't guarantee that it would be completely clean. What if the old chief found out something happened?
If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have stayed.
Yes, Liu Changsheng actually wants to keep He Lao for a few days. This is a rare opportunity. Not to mention He Lao's influence, let's talk about He Lao's son, Commander He, who is the current incumbent. If you are happy with this, please give me some advice.
If you pay money or something, won’t you make money?
The arrival of a leader brings mixed benefits to the hospital.
Now that the matter has come to this, what else can Liu Changsheng say, let’s just use an ordinary hospital bed.
"Old Han, it's up to you to arrange this."
Liu Changsheng pulled Han Shengxue over and told Han Shengxue: "I've made a deal with you. If the old chief knows something happened, it will be your emergency department's business."
"Don't worry, Director Liu, our emergency department is not afraid of people understanding us."
Han Shengxue shouted loudly, but sighed in his heart, who dares to guarantee this kind of thing?
Han Shengxue had a clear conscience, but in such a large department, who could guarantee that every doctor would be fine?
If someone does something secretly, why should they report it to Han Shengxue?
Many of these things only matter if they are discovered. If they are not discovered, then it is nothing. Director Han is not a detective.
In fact, Han Shengxue doesn't mind finding the black sheep in the department. Of course, if there is one, it would be a good thing to find it out, but it can't be found out by Mr. He. The old chief is angry. Can Han Shengxue get some good results?
After much deliberation, Han Shengxue finally arranged the patients of Mr. He and Fang Le in a small observation room.
Yesterday was the first day Fang Le officially started surgery after returning from Tangdu, but even so, he performed six operations on six patients. Although the emergency department is not divided into specialties, it is convenient for similar patients to be arranged together.
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Is Mr. He amputating a limb, or a finger, and there is nothing wrong with being placed together with other patients undergoing suture repair?
Presumably, Mr. He wouldn't feel uncomfortable looking at the intact fingers of other patients or his own amputated fingers, right?
Excluding this factor, Han Shengxue felt that it would be perfect to arrange the patients of He Lao and Fang Le together. The surgery patients were not so troublesome, and Fang Le's patients were also clean. He Lao didn't understand either.
to other situations.
As a result, Mr. He was assigned to Fang Le's few patients yesterday. Yesterday, some of the six patients were in other wards. Three of the five beds in the small observation room were already occupied. Han Shengxue made the withdrawal again.
He bought a bed and arranged for Mr. He to come in. There were only four beds in this observation room.
When they walked into the ward, the young man following Mr. He hurried forward to make the bed. Mr. He did not let Liu Changsheng and Han Shengxue follow, but He Yaowu also accompanied him.
Fortunately, most of the people who can spend money on a finger these days are from a good family. When Mr. He moved in, there were people taking care of it, and it looked a bit pompous, so no one raised any suspicion.
The other three patients in the ward are actually not very old, two are in their thirties and one is in his forties.
"Okay, excuse me."
Mr. He entered the ward as if he were entering a dormitory in a military camp, and greeted the other three people with a smile.
"good."
Others responded politely.
Being able to live in the same ward is considered fate. Being in hospital is boring, so living together and chatting with each other is also very common.
Generally speaking, there are only two situations where people who stay in the ward don't say much. One is that they are introverted and really don't like to communicate with others. The other is that they are seriously ill and either have no energy or are in no mood. It's okay to have no energy.
Some people are not in the mood, which is a big problem, and they are frightened by the disease.
"My grandson is very diligent."
Someone on the side mistook Mr. He's security guard for his grandson.
"Haha, not bad."
Mr. He laughed and did not explain that his guard was young, in fact, he was about the same age as his grandson.
"The old man also injured his finger?"
Some people looked at Mr. He's hand and saw that it looked different from everyone else's. Looking at the bandage, it was because the fingers were not connected?
"Ah, yes."
He Lao smiled and nodded: "Amputated."
The people next to me were stunned.
"Why was the leg amputated?"
The patient in the bed next to the door said: "I heard that Dr. Fang is very high-level. The patients treated by Dr. Fang all recover quite well, and the patients who recover well are not affected much."
"That's right, old man, didn't you see Dr. Fang?"
The man on the other bed also asked.
"Is the Doctor Fang you are talking about Fang Le?" Mr. He asked with a smile, and he was a little surprised. This little Fang is really famous.
"Isn't it Dr. Fang Lefang?" someone on the side said.
Mr. He chuckled and deliberately joked: "My amputation was also done by Dr. Fang. I heard that Dr. Fang's surgery was good, so I went to see Dr. Fang. I thought if he can suture, he can also amputate."