Cheng Zaiming did not attend the outpatient clinic today. After checking the room in the morning, he walked all the way to the emergency department.
"Director Cheng!"
"Hello, Director Cheng!"
Cheng Zaiming entered the emergency department, and the doctors and nurses he knew greeted Cheng Zaiming politely.
Cheng Zaiming smiled and nodded, and walked all the way to the duty room of the emergency department. Before he entered the door, there was a sound from the side.
"Lao Cheng, why did you come to our emergency room for no reason? You didn't plan to come to our emergency room to work, did you?"
Han Shengxue is returning from the observation room.
"I can't come to your emergency department anymore?"
Cheng Zaiming clasped his hands behind his back: "If this is the case, Lao Han, please don't invite our Traditional Chinese Medicine Department to come over for consultation in the future."
"Yeah, I just want to ask, Director Cheng is such a hot-tempered person, why don't you consult your Traditional Chinese Medicine Department?"
Han Shengxue said with a smile: "Those who know know that you are the deputy director of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Lao Cheng. Those who don't know think that Director Zheng retired early."
Cheng Zaiming said with a smile: "Old Han, please don't sow discord. Our Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine is harmonious, and Director Zheng will not have any objection to me because of your instigation."
"I am very sure of that."
Han Shengxue said: "Who doesn't know that Director Cheng, you are the crown prince of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine and the future successor. When Director Zheng retires, if you don't re-employ him, you can still work for two or three years, Mr. Cheng."
To be precise, the formation of the re-employment system was gradually improved after two thousand years. However, before two thousand years ago, some hospitals and departments also had the phenomenon of re-employment, but there were no written regulations on re-employment.
The re-employment system was actually born under the premise that major hospitals have a shortage of senior doctors, young doctors are growing slowly, and hospitals have few experienced experts. Many senior doctors, directors, and experts who are 60 years old are in good health. After retirement, there are few hospitals.
We hired an expert, and some retired experts could not adapt to the leisure time after retirement. Both parties were willing to work together, and eventually the re-employment system gradually took shape and became a formal provision.
In fact, if you look carefully, many systems are actually gradually improved from initial imperfections, from behind the scenes to the front, especially some beneficial unspoken rules.
The medical regional consortium system of later generations actually gradually brought the flying knife system that was originally not on the table to the surface. Within the scope of the medical regional consortium, experts from tertiary hospitals went to small hospitals to perform surgeries and consultations.
It complies with regulations and is a legal practice of medicine, and no knife fees can be charged.
Doctors' gray income has decreased, but relatively speaking, the risks have also decreased.
This will allow patients in some small hospitals to enjoy the treatment of experts from tertiary hospitals. When large hospitals lack beds or when it is inconvenient for patients, they can also enjoy surgery or treatment by experts from tertiary hospitals at their doorstep.
With the improvement of various systems, there will be more and more policies to facilitate and benefit the people. However, due to lack of experience, the improvement of many systems has a long process, and even when the system is improved, it will also have some impacts. These
It's all inevitable.
The current director of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Zheng Gaofeng, is only two or three years older than Cheng Zaiming. Han Shengxue was obviously laughing at Cheng Zaiming.
"It's okay. When Director Zheng is hired back, I will be able to work until I retire. I will not be in charge of my job. Being a director has many things to worry about. Old Han, your hair is even thinning."
"Your hair is thinning."
Han Shengxue was talking and had already entered the duty room. As he walked, he asked: "Old Cheng, you're not really just here to hang out, are you?"
"Come here, let me say something by the way, and congratulate you, Old Han."
Cheng Zaiming smiled and said, "Why don't you get off work today, Lao Han, and treat me to a meal?"
"I invite you to dinner?"
Han Shengxue glanced at Cheng Zaiming and said, "Why are you so tall? Why don't you congratulate me? I have a happy event for you to congratulate on?"
"There is a good candidate who was originally going to be admitted to our Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. I recommended him to your Emergency Department. Is this a good thing?"
Cheng Zaiming smiled and said: "Also, our Xingxing will also come to your emergency department in the next two days. Old Han, please take more care of him."
"You sent your star to our department?"
Han Shengxue stopped and said, "Old Cheng, are you not sick? People say that doctors are not autonomous. Why don't you go back and see Director Zheng for a look? Don't dare to delay this matter."
"You are the one who is sick."
Cheng Zaiming said angrily: "I sent my son to you as a sign of my trust and respect for you. You must know what is good and what is evil."
"Come on, you!"
Han Shengxue said: "I can't bear it. Your family is either a Chinese medicine doctor or an internal medicine doctor. Your son is from the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Why did you send him to our emergency department? Is it causing trouble? Also, the good seedling you mentioned is not your son.
Classmate, is the one named Fang Le?"
"Old Han, have you heard about it too?"
Cheng Zaiming smiled and said: "Yes, it's Fang Le, I'll give it to you..."
"Director Han."
As Cheng Zaiming was talking, Huang Xiaolong, the chief resident physician of the emergency department, walked in anxiously from outside.
"Just now a doctor from our hospital called and said that an armed injury occurred at the Provincial College of Traditional Chinese Medicine. The injured person was a student at the Provincial College of Traditional Chinese Medicine. He had an open wound, the length of the wound was more than fifteen centimeters, and he was bleeding heavily...
..."
"Provincial College of Traditional Chinese Medicine?"
Cheng Zaiming suddenly became anxious and asked hurriedly: "I didn't say who was injured. Which doctor from our hospital made the call?"
"Director Cheng."
Only then did Huang Xiaolong notice Cheng Zaiming and said hurriedly: "The call was from Cheng Yunxing. I didn't say who the injured person was."
"This kid, is the phone number of the Provincial College of Traditional Chinese Medicine?"
Cheng Zaiming asked: "Which piece was hit?"
Today Cheng Yunxing and Fang Le went to the Provincial College of Traditional Chinese Medicine. When Cheng Zaiming heard about the Provincial College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, he was naturally worried about his son. When he heard that the call was from Cheng Yunxing, he was relieved and at the same time began to worry about Fang Le.
Their Xingxing is with Fang Le, not their Xingxing, and the call came from their Xingxing, so...could it be Fang Le?
"Old Cheng, please don't cause trouble first."
Han Shengxue didn't know what Cheng Zaiming was thinking, so he interrupted Cheng Zaiming and asked, "Have you sent a car?"
"It's already passed. It will take at least more than an hour to come and go."
Huang Xiaolong said.
"An open wound, more than 15 centimeters, will bleed profusely for more than an hour. The injured may not be able to survive."
Han Shengxue frowned as he spoke, but he immediately made arrangements: "Be prepared to pick up the car, contact the blood bank, inquire about the plasma of each blood type, confirm it, and ensure that the plasma is delivered to the site as soon as possible when it is used."
After saying that, Han Shengxue said: "Forget it, I'll make the call myself."
It's the beginning of 1995. Plasma at this time is very scarce, especially for some special blood types, so plasma management is also very strict. Han Shengxue was afraid that Huang Xiaolong would be a soft-spoken person and not take it seriously, so he called in person to be more forceful.
As he spoke, Han Shengxue hurried in to make a phone call.
It will take some time before the patient is delivered. During this time, preparations must be done well to ensure that the patient is rescued as soon as possible after being delivered to the hospital, and every second is used.
Provincial College of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
Fang Le maintained his position to stop the bleeding and listened while Director Hou understood the situation.
The injured student did not escape. He was sitting against the wall not far away. A bloody kitchen knife was thrown on the ground. However, many people's attention just now was on the male classmate who was in a pool of blood.
Didn't pay much attention to the edge.
Students who knew the inside story told Director Hou the process.
Some things really are...
The victim you seem to be is not necessarily innocent, and the person who hurts you is not necessarily hateful.
Through the narrations of several students, Fang Le also roughly understood the reason for the incident.
The injured student is actually a gangster in the school. The student who bullies and attacks others all day long has been bullied for a long time.
Both of them are sophomores this year. It can be said that they have been bullied for a whole year. In a pool of blood, the one is always robbing the other of money, money, insults, beating and scolding at will. When he is happy, he will go over and kick him, and when he is unhappy, he will
Go over and give him a kick.
The classmate who stabbed someone didn't like to talk and always kept silent. He also didn't say anything when he was bullied. He endured, endured, and endured.
It was now the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, a few days after school started, and this man, who was in a pool of blood, went to ask for money again. When he didn't have it, he was beaten and kicked.
"It seems that Zhang Xuan's father fell ill and passed away during the Spring Festival..."
Some classmates who knew the inside story also told the reason.
I was bullied for a year last year. Something happened at home during the Spring Festival. My father passed away. I was already sad. I was bullied again just after school started.
Student Zhang Xuan still didn't say a word. He didn't know when he kicked a kitchen knife on his body, and took advantage of the class break to invite the classmate who was in a pool of blood to a less crowded place on the playground.
The man in the pool of blood was used to being arrogant, and Zhang Xuan was alone again. He was not afraid at all, nor did he expect that the honest man who had been bullied by him for a year would go berserk.
After arriving here, classmate Zhang Xuan took out a kitchen knife and slashed the chest of the student who was in the pool of blood. The kitchen knife was very sharp and split the clothes with one strike, leaving a wound on the abdomen of the student who was in the pool of blood.
After two or three consecutive stabs, the man fell to the ground.
Fortunately, spring had just begun, so I wore more clothes. After two or three stabs, there was a lot of bleeding, and I was still breathing. If it were summer, I would probably have been dead long ago after two or three stabs.
"It's too much. People like Hu Yang shouldn't be saved."
"that is!"
Many students nearby turned towards Zhang Xuan.
Some people even glanced at Fang Le. Although Fang Le was very awesome, after understanding the inside story, some even felt that Fang Le shouldn't meddle in other people's business.
"Don't forget where you are, where you are, and what you are going to do in the future."
Director Hou said with a cold face: "You are medical students, and you are all going to be doctors in the future. In the eyes of doctors, everyone is treated equally. A doctor's duty is to save people. As for the trial, that is the judge's business, not yours to worry about."
"How can you be a doctor like you? How many people were standing around just now watching the excitement? When we go back, everyone on the scene will write an examination, and I will find your class tutor."