A young patient from Beijing gave Yu Zhiming a glimpse of what it means to travel to a rich family.
What came at three o'clock in the afternoon, Yu Zhiming later learned, was not the young patient and his family, but the six-man vanguard team headed by the housekeeper.
According to the housekeeper, their young master will not arrive until tomorrow.
Several of them arrived early and were mainly responsible for standing in front of the young master and completing the hospitalization procedures in advance.
The most important thing is that they also need to completely tidy up and decorate the most luxurious single ward in the central building to meet the minimum occupancy standard for young masters...
This group of people moved all the original things out of the ward and cleaned the room thoroughly.
Their next operation left everyone in the center stunned and amazed at how little they had seen.
Not only did they lay the new carpet they brought in the ward, they also started assembling a large solid wood bed...
After listening to Zhou Mo's vivid description, Yu Zhiming couldn't help but sigh: "It's nothing more than this when a prince travels."
"Are today's rich people so particular about style? Send someone to the front desk in advance to decorate the room according to your own preferences."
Zhou Mo guessed: "Maybe this rich little guy has a quirk? Like you, he has a serious problem with sleeping in bed?"
Yu Zhi glanced at Zhou Mo.
Zhou Mo chuckled and said cheerfully: "Those people also said that all the bedding should be replaced with what they brought themselves.
"They said that the bedding in our hospital was too rough and not soft enough, and their little son couldn't get used to it."
She clicked her tongue and said: "I guess his young master is as fragile as a porcelain doll, unable to be touched or touched."
Zhou Mo said again in a joking tone: "Doctor Yu, you have to be careful. When you are doing a physical examination on that young master, don't accidentally damage it."
"Looking at this situation, you definitely can't afford to pay."
Yu Zhiming hummed softly: "If you're afraid that the treatment will be bad, don't come. We don't have a service that guarantees compensation."
At this moment, the door of the director's office next door to China Unicom was half opened, and Qi Yue's voice came over.
"Zhiming, come here."
Yu Zhiming quickly walked into the director's office and asked curiously: "Teacher, did the parents of the little patient in Beijing donate to us?"
"Are they allowed to renovate the ward themselves?"
Qi Yue hummed and said: "We did give money, six hundred thousand. If we can find out the root cause of the child's disease, they said that there will be an even larger donation."
"Zhi Ming, please be more attentive. Maybe you can get enough money to buy a car through this treatment."
Yu Zhiming said seriously: "Teacher, this little patient's problem depends on you."
"So many experts and veteran Chinese medicine practitioners in Beijing are not optimistic about it. With my little ability, there is a high probability that I will not make any discoveries."
Qi Yue smiled softly and said: "You may not be able to find out those problems that experts and veteran Chinese medicine doctors cannot find."
"This has been proven by more than one fact."
After a pause, Qi Yue continued: "The specific condition of that little patient will be discussed in detail after they come tomorrow and we see him."
"I asked you to come over for another matter."
Qi Yue said slowly: "Zhiming, you handled the case that you misdiagnosed as lung cancer a little inappropriately."
"Not appropriate?"
Yu Zhiming was slightly startled and asked: "Teacher, did I do something wrong somewhere?"
Qi Yue said softly: "Strictly speaking, you didn't do anything wrong, you just didn't handle it thoroughly enough."
"Zhi Ming, the hospital's assessment of our doctors has an indicator of misdiagnosis."
"Of course, no matter how good a doctor is, there will be times when he takes a nap and is negligent. It is almost impossible to avoid misdiagnosis."
"But if a big mistake like misdiagnosis of cancer occurs, the impact will be quite large, especially for doctors who want to apply for professional title promotion."
Yu Zhiming blinked and understood.
"Teacher, which professional title is the attending physician who made the diagnosis of lung cancer at the threshold of promotion?"
Qi Yue introduced: "His name is Su Yuanhai, he is forty-three years old and a senior attending physician in the Department of Respiratory Medicine."
"Zhi Ming, you must also know that the competition from chief to deputy director is the most fierce."
"There are many applicants, but the number of promotion places is limited."
"If your ability is not particularly outstanding and you make another mistake in misdiagnosing cancer, then your application this time will basically be lost."
Yu Zhiming scratched his head and said with a grin: "Teacher, if this kind of thing happens, you can't blame me, right?"
Qi Yue hummed and said, "The main reason is that Dr. Feng's luck is not very good."
"I have read the information on that young man's condition."
"Severe pneumonia, superimposed on early-stage mediastinal tumors with very subtle symptoms, results in an image highly resembling lung cancer."
"Such a patient, even if he is the chief physician, is not careful and cautious enough and can easily make misjudgments."
Yu Zhiming asked cautiously: "Teacher, if other people encountered the situation like yesterday, how would they deal with it?"
Qi Yue chuckled and said: "He will stabilize the patient first, and then contact the attending doctor to discuss the disease."
"Through disease diagnosis, the attending doctor will recognize the problem. Next, the attending doctor will proactively contact the patient, add new tests, and change the diagnostic conclusion."
"This way, it won't be considered a misdiagnosis on his part."
Yu Zhiming let out a long ooh and said: "Teacher, I understand. Yesterday's inappropriate behavior will not happen again in the future."
Qi Yue sighed softly and said: "Zhi Ming, you may think this is a kind of mutual care between doctors and doctors."
"Why should I help cover up other people's mistakes?"
"But in my opinion, this is the sophistication of doctors. When it comes to issues that do not involve principles, they should cover up and make suggestions to create a working atmosphere of friendship and mutual help."
"No one can avoid being negligent..."
Ning'an Hospital, Office of Vice President Gu.
Gu Qingran dragged her tired body back to the office and saw Hua Sifan sitting on the sofa in the reception area, enjoying tea leisurely by himself.
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"You really don't regard yourself as an outsider, you regard this place as your own territory."
Gu Qingran sat down on the sofa opposite Hua Sifan, poured a cup of tea by herself, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Is there any plans for cooperation with Huashan Hospital?"
Gu Qingran took a deep breath and said, "Oh my God, the group and the hospital used all the relationships and favors they had accumulated, and even suffered heavy bleeding. Finally, Huashan Hospital relented."
"It's so damn hard!"
"Is it worth it?" Hua Sifan asked again.
Gu Qingran nodded vigorously and said: "It's worth it. If you don't succeed, you'd rather die! Ning'an Hospital can no longer hang in the air with a nameless name. It must use major events to break the circle and rectify its name."
"This time is an excellent opportunity."
Hua Sifan said softly, "I wish you all the best in advance."
He turned his attention to the key parts of Gu Qingran's waist.
"Puncture done?"
When Gu Qingran thought about that puncture, his scalp tightened.
"After doing it, my activity is quite good and I can have a baby."
"After completing the cooperation with Huashan Hospital, I am ready to have a serious relationship and have a child."
Hua Sifan gave him a look of disdain.
"When have you ever had a girlfriend, didn't you talk about it seriously and get married?"
"This time it's true and it can't be true anymore!" Gu Qingran said with such assurance that he almost raised his fingers.
Hua Sifan did not continue this, and took out a plastic-wrapped note from his pocket and handed it over.
Gu Qingran took the note and read the words on it.
"I heard a squeaking noise in your car."
"This character is really ugly. It was written by a primary school student? Hey, this character seems familiar."
He put down the note, raised his eyebrows again, and looked at Hua Sifan with some confusion.
"That day, I went to Huashan Hospital for errands, and when I was leaving, I found that someone had left this note in the car."
Hua Sifan said slowly, then picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea, then introduced!
"I took the car to a repair shop and upon inspection I found that someone had tampered with the car."
Gu Qingran looked serious.
"That time, it was not a spontaneous combustion accident at all?"
Hua Sifan nodded and said: "I know there are people who can't wait any longer. I didn't say anything, and on the way back to Jinling, I set the car on fire myself."
"I stepped up the arrangements after I returned..."
"You also know what happens next. You can catch it and get rid of it."
Hua Sifan tapped the note with his finger and said slowly: "I know today whose message this is."
Gu Qingran understood instantly.
"Yu Zhiming, that review letter circulating on the Internet?"
Hua Sifan nodded and said: "I asked a handwriting expert to do an appraisal, and it is indeed the same person."
Gu Qingran laughed and said: "This is fate, an out-and-out fate, a great fate in the dark."
Suddenly, he slapped the coffee table hard and shouted excitedly: "Hua Sifan, what you have done proves that Dr. Yu is the noble person in our lives."
"I am more confident about cooperation and the future."
"Hey, Sifan, Doctor Yu saved your life. How do you plan to repay him?"
