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Chapter 317 Is it related?

Han Shengxue jumped up instantly.

"I said, have you sterilized your gold needles?"

Director Han's face was livid, this kid was getting more and more arrogant now, and he was experimenting on himself.

"It was disinfected last night."

Fang Le smiled and took away the golden needle.

"last night?"

Han Shengxue raised his foot and kicked him. Fang Le dodged and easily dodged.

"It's just acne, it's not an infectious disease."

Fang Le smiled and said: "Director Han, didn't you ask if golden needles can be used? How would you know without doing a test?"

"You're going to do an experiment on me?" Han Shengxue's eyes widened.

Just now he remembered that Fang Le was not only good at medical skills, he was also good at beatings. That time Chen Jidong found three people, but they were all beaten by Fang Le until they lay on the ground unable to move.

"I sometimes do experiments on myself. I drink aconite."

Fang Le said with a smile.

Han Shengxue: "..."

Is this the kind of person who is so cruel that he even scolds himself?

But don't mention it, this kid's acupuncture skills are really powerful. He didn't even see clearly the move just now.

It seems that there were still some mountain fires before, but the weather was so cold.

Director Han didn’t quite understand it, but Cheng Zaiming said that he was a pretty awesome person and not many people knew it.

Just this gold needle, the effect is better than craniotomy and decompression surgery?

For a moment, Han Shengxue looked at Fang Le and didn't know what to say. With this skill, could he kick Shenwai and Shenou out of the game in the future?

No wonder Wu Xinping and Zhang Yansong didn't go to their own departments just now. They came to the emergency department as soon as they arrived at the hospital. They were anxious to understand the patient's condition.

Although in terms of medical costs, Fang Le's practice does not generate income, but for the hospital, having a doctor like Fang Le is like a Dinghai Shenzhen.

If any hospital wants to become famous, the first thing it has to do is to cure the disease. Only if you treat the disease well and have a good reputation can you have patients. Only with patients can you develop. Otherwise, everything is just talk.

In the top tertiary hospitals, revenue generation and other things are actually issues considered by the junior doctors below. The real top doctors are all thinking about how to cure the disease. They have a good reputation, but are they afraid that they will not make any money?

Therefore, when patients go to the hospital to see a doctor, they often find a phenomenon. The more qualified doctors are, the more concise they are in prescribing medicines and the fewer checklists. They often get it right at once. On the contrary, it is those doctors who are not good at prescribing medicines.

There are a lot of openings and a lot of checklists at every turn.

Top hospitals and powerful experts care more about their reputation than immediate profits.

When his level reaches Fang Le's level, he is really as good as Sun Qingping.

Looking at the tall and handsome Fang Le, Director Han reached out and touched the acne under his chin, then turned back to He Yaoping and said: "Paper, you don't have any eyesight at all.

He Yaoping was excited and hurriedly took the paper from the side and handed it to Han Shengxue.

It was obviously Dr. Fang who was brave and dared to provoke the director, but Director Han bullied them. He really had no human rights.

From the observation room, Zheng Jinfan, Wu Xinping and Zhang Yansong walked out together.

As he walked, Wu Xinping said: "I didn't expect the patient's condition to be better than I imagined."

"yes."

Zhang Yansong nodded: "Judging from the patient's brain CT, the congestion is almost invisible."

In the middle of the night, Zheng Jinfan ordered another cranial CT review for the patient. Zhang Yansong and Wu Xinping also saw the review results just now. Both of them couldn't believe their eyes.

"I've heard before that Fang Fuzi is so good that even the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine is ashamed of himself. I still don't believe it."

Wu Xinping was filled with emotion.

Without standing in Wu Xinping's perspective, it is difficult to understand Wu Xinping's mood.

At that time, Wu Xinping didn't really think about surgery, but Fang Le managed it with a golden needle.

"The most important thing is that they also came up with a method. Don't you think it's annoying?"

Zhang Yansong said with a smile: "Compared with Fang Le, we seem to have lived like dogs these years."

"Don't take us."

Wu Xinping protested.

No matter what, Wu Xinping is also the deputy director of the Department of Neurosurgery, so he is not willing to be listed alongside Zhang Yansong.

At this time, microsurgery, neuroendoscopic surgery, interventional surgery, puncture surgery and other surgeries had not yet begun to be carried out on a large scale in the neurology departments of major hospitals. The status of internal and external surgery was very different.

The same goes for inside and outside the heart.

Unlike in the following ten years, with the development of minimally invasive interventional surgery, the status of the mind and heart gradually improved.

They are both deputy directors, but Director Wu is much more arrogant than Director Zhang.

...

After the handover in the morning, Fang Le took Huang Xiaolong, Guo Jun and Ma Liangliang to the operating room and started the operation.

The person signing in at the processing room today is Li Xiwen.

Wang Chaodong became happy when he saw Li Xiwen, but Li Xiwen's face was full of displeasure.

"Why, Dr. Li has also been assigned?"

Wang Chaodong held back his laughter.

I had already met Huang Xiaolong yesterday, and today I saw Li Xiwen. There was no need to ask what the situation was when Chaodong fell. The two of them must be in the same situation.

"Isn't this asking questions knowingly?"

Li Xiwen sighed.

"Now that you've come, let's make peace with it. Dr. Huang was here yesterday and you weren't as reluctant as you were." Wang Chaodong said with a smile.

"It took him half a day."

Li Xiwen choked his neck and shouted out his dissatisfaction.

Huang Xiaolong only arrived at the disposal room yesterday afternoon. Why does it count as one day? Why?

"Hahaha."

Wang Chaodong couldn't help but be happy.

"It's not good to have too much time. Doctor Fang's purpose is for you to improve your level. You can improve it as soon as possible, otherwise you won't have to come here anymore?"

Li Xiwen was stunned: "What you said, Doctor Wang, makes sense. Why didn't I think of it? It's settled, I'll help you on duty tonight."

"OK."

Wang Chaodong smiled and nodded. He didn't want to be unhappy if someone helped him. Without Huang Xiaolong and Li Xiwen, he would also have to look for graduate students and interns to help him. The newcomers could not worry about the old people, so they didn't have to keep an eye on them.

...

Jinbao City, Central Hospital, is the only tertiary A hospital in the city.

Li Dingjiang, director of the second department of the Department of Orthopedics and Traumatology, was in his office, flipping through the magazine "Chinese Surgery", and the place he opened was Fang Le's paper.

While reading, Li Dingjiang circled the key points in the magazine.

Li Dingjiang read the entire paper very seriously.

Li Dingjiang, who is only 47 years old this year, worked his way up from a grassroots hospital. In the early 1980s, Li Dingjiang practiced medicine in the lower towns. Later, because the county hospital was short of staff, he was transferred to the county hospital. After arriving at the county hospital, by chance, Li Dingjiang was lucky enough to

He went to the Red Cross Hospital for further study. Within two years after returning, he was chosen by Jinbao City Central Hospital and transferred to Jinbao City Central Hospital.

At Jinbao City Central Hospital, it took Li Dingjiang eight years to go from deputy director to department director.

It can be said that he is the youngest department director in the entire Jinbao City Central Hospital, and he is also the director of a key department such as the Orthopedics and Traumatology Department.

As the youngest department director in the entire hospital and also the director of a key department such as the Department of Orthopedics and Traumatology, Li Dingjiang knew that he was now at the forefront of the storm.

The reason why he was able to become the head of the department at this age was not only because of Li Dingjiang's ability, but also because of luck.

The former director fell off a ladder while posting couplets during the Spring Festival and suffered hemiplegia. He went to the provincial hospital for treatment. Apart from Li Dingjiang, the Department of Orthopedics and Traumatology really couldn't find anyone else to take the lead.

The former director was only fifty-four years old. If nothing else happened, he would have to work for at least another six years until he retired. At that time, even if Li Dingjiang could become director, he would still be fifty-three years old.

Five or six years, for the profession of doctor, are quite precious six years.

The medical industry is changing almost all the time. It is an exaggeration to say that it changes every day, but it is not an exaggeration at all to say that it changes every year.

Originally, Li Dingjiang planned to find connections and go to a hospital such as the Red Cross or Tangdu to learn the Kessler suture method and perform hand surgery in the orthopedics department. Unexpectedly, before he had time to prepare, someone from Xijing Hospital actually created a surgical procedure.

fang method.

"Bump! Bump! Bump!"

Li Dingjiang was reading papers in the office when someone knocked on the office door.

"Please come in."

The office door was pushed open, and the deputy director of the medical and education department of the hospital walked in with a smile, followed by two people.

"Director Li, I have sent someone here for you."

The deputy director of the Department of Medical Education smiled and said: "New graduate student."

(By the way, the regulated training system started in 1993. I mentioned this before. Some people did not read the book seriously and told me that there was no regulated training at this time. I will remind you again and I will not repeat it in the future.)

"I'd rather trouble Director Tian to make a trip in person."

Li Dingjiang stood up quickly and said with a smile.

"It happens that nothing happens."

Deputy Director Zhang of the Medical Education Department smiled: "Okay, I'll deliver the person to you, and I'll leave first."

Li Dingjiang sent Deputy Director Zhang out of the office, then turned back and stared at the two people in the office.

"Director Li."

The two people said hurriedly.

"What's your name? Which school did you graduate from?"

Li Dingjiang sat behind his desk and continued to read the paper, asking without raising his head.

"Director Li, my name is Jiang Lei, a student of the Provincial Medical University, with a bachelor's degree."

"Director Li, my name is Peng Kai, a student from the Provincial College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, with a bachelor's degree."

The two people hurriedly introduced themselves.

Li Dingjiang raised his head and looked at Peng Kai: "How come the students from the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine are assigned to our orthopedics and traumatology training? Does it matter?"

"that......"

Peng Kai stuttered a little.

Although the training system implements a rotation system, it does not matter if students from the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine go to the Department of Orthopedics and Traumatology. It is really impossible. After all, the Department of Orthopedics and Traumatology of Jinbao City Central Hospital is a Western medicine department, not a Department of Chinese Orthopedics.

"Provincial College of Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

Li Dingjiang muttered something softly again, looked at Peng Kai and asked: "There is a doctor named Fang Le at your provincial College of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Do you know?"

"I know, I know."

Peng Kai nodded hurriedly: "Fang Le and I are classmates."

"You and Dr. Fang are classmates?"

Li Dingjiang became interested instantly and waved to Peng Kai: "Come, sit down and talk."

Beside, Jiang Lei, who came with Peng Kai, was instantly dumbfounded.

What's happening here?


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