When he heard these words, Gu Chen frowned slightly.
When I came to the ward to visit Ding Liang before, I didn't pay attention to the other patients, but when I heard that he was transferred to the ICU, I still felt some sympathy.
"What's today?" Ding Liang looked at Gu Chen expectantly.
Gu Chen reacted instantly and quickly handed over the still warm fish soup: "It's fish soup."
"Gu Chen, you still understand me." Seeing that the delicious food his good brother brought was his favorite fish soup, Ding Liang took it in his hand, picked up his chopsticks and spoon and started to enjoy it.
Lu Weiwei sat on the corner of the bed and asked Ding Liang: "By the way, did Bai Xiaolan and Wu Jun come over after we left yesterday?"
"Yes." After taking a sip of fish soup, Ding Liang nodded and replied: "They came over to sit for a while and found that you had already left, so they didn't stay long."
"So what was the actual effect of their interview yesterday?" Lu Weiwei came here with the mentality of asking for gossip, so naturally she wanted to bring back some gossip.
Ding Liang shook his head: "It's nothing, let's just say that what I received was not a red envelope, but the doctor's help in collecting the service fees for experts from other hospitals."
"After all, this kind of thing is common to everyone in the hospital. It's just that some family members were reluctant and had conflicts with the hospital in other places, and then exposed these things."
After continuing to drink a few mouthfuls of fish soup, Ding Liang added: "And Bai Xiaolan told me that a few years ago, there was also a surgery in a hospital in Shanxi Province that attracted great attention."
“The doctor who came from Tiantan Hospital in Beijing to perform neurosurgical stent implantation on the patient was videotaped and reported by the patient’s family members when he received 10,000 yuan in cash prepared by the patient’s family.”
“In the end, both the doctor involved and the doctor who helped collect and transfer the money to the hospital were suspended. What is noteworthy is that the 10,000 yuan was negotiated between the doctor and the patient and paid to experts hired from other hospitals, that is,
Commonly referred to as the 'throwing knife fee'."
"But what happened in the end? This incident pushed the 'Flying Knife Doctor' to the forefront of public opinion again, making everyone feel like a human being."
"So that's it?" I feel like the problem has been clarified and everything is easy to explain.
Gu Chen felt relieved.
Although this kind of thing is very common in hospitals, ordinary people don't know much about these so-called "flying knife doctors".
Therefore, after seeing some video clips taken out of context, dissatisfaction broke out out of contempt for various bad practices in the hospital.
Of course, these are also understandable.
After all, everyone despises receiving red envelopes.
Lu Weiwei sat aside, casually opened a banana and took a bite. She also asked Gu Chen: "Junior Brother Gu, after working on it for a long time, is this 'Flying Knife Doctor' practicing medicine across regions in compliance with the regulations?"
"Uh..." Gu Chen hesitated for a few seconds, and then explained seriously: "When it comes to 'flying knives', you must first know the meaning of 'flying knives'."
"Because of 'flying knife surgery', doctors usually use weekends or breaks to fly to other places to perform surgeries and charge labor fees."
"But according to our country's laws, if a doctor goes to another place to do private work without reporting it, it can be considered as illegal medical practice, and his suspension is justified."
"But in the eyes of many people, it has the meaning of 'farmers and snakes', but the 'flying knife fee' itself is a matter of mutual consent."
"By paying money, your patients can hire famous doctors locally and get relatively satisfactory services."
"Doctors use their spare time to exchange their professional skills for more income. From a purely market perspective, this is a spontaneous resource balancing method, so 'flying knives' has become a common method in the medical field.
"
After a pause, Gu Chen looked up at everyone and continued to explain: "But from the perspective of industry management, the medical industry has a strong public welfare nature, and medical resources cannot be completely left to the market."
"Because my country's medical resources are currently in short supply. If 'you can buy services if you have money,' then wouldn't high-quality resources be even more skewed?"
"If doctors can be sold for money if they have skills, will it make doctors more utilitarian? Will they be more selective about their patients?"
"That makes sense, young man."
As soon as Gu Chen finished speaking, the old man from the clinic also agreed and said: "After all, this kind of 'flying knife' can allow skilled doctors to earn more income, but it will also make doctors more utilitarian."
"Moreover, 'Flying Knife Doctors' generally go out without reporting. Once a medical accident occurs, whose responsibility is it?"
"That's right." Gu Chen nodded silently and agreed, "So considering these factors, I think the so-called 'flying knives' can only be hidden under the stage."
"However, the management department is obviously also paying attention to this supply and demand relationship, so 6 years ago, the Health and Family Planning Commission launched the "Several Opinions on Promoting and Standardizing the Multi-site Practice of Physicians", which also clearly mentioned that high-level doctors are allowed to come to the province
We will practice more at other medical institutions in China that have needs.”
"So in the past few years, compared with the repeated bans on 'flying knives', there has been no breakthrough in 'multiple medical practices'."
Seeing several patients on the side staring at him dumbfounded, Gu Chen continued to explain: "And I can tell you that according to official data from two years ago, there are more than 215,000 doctors practicing in multiple locations across the country, accounting for only 10% of the total number of doctors in the country.
About 6.4% of the total number of practicing physicians.”
"In fact, the reason is not difficult to imagine. The 'Flying Knife Doctor' can go out with just one phone call. The patient pays the money and the doctor does the work."
"But 'multi-site medical practice' requires a long reporting process. Travel and labor expenses also need to be audited by the hospital, which is inevitably complicated and cumbersome."
"But in media reports, the biggest resistance actually comes from the hospital itself."
"Not to mention the additional costs caused by 'multiple medical practices' to hospitals, some hospitals are also worried that sending doctors out will lead to a decrease in their own competitiveness, and even reduce the efficiency of individual people and distract people. These are all things that hospitals need to consider.
The problem."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After a pause, seeing that everyone was listening seriously, Gu Chen also said slowly: "So the 'flying knife fee' is reasonable but not legal. This is just a system design.
The embarrassment.”
“But at the same time, we must also see that since the demand for ‘flying knife doctors’ still exists, perhaps a more appropriate approach is to take it seriously, be good at guiding it, and incorporate these into the norms of ‘multi-site medical practice’.”
"As for the lack of motivation in hospitals, I feel that the power of the system should be used to break the situation."
"For example, Guangdong Province has clearly proposed to establish a provincial-wide regional registration system for doctors. Medical institutions can set up full-time and part-time positions, which provides room for a more flexible employment system."
"On the other hand, to address the problem of too long procedures, a more convenient inter-hospital consultation system should also be established. The specific manifestations include the introduction of technical means to achieve remote consultation, and the operation of consultation fees should be simpler and more convenient."
After a pause, Gu Chen said with emotion: "In short, we must actively mobilize the subjective initiative of hospitals and doctors."
“However, considering that ‘Flying Knife Doctor’ will still exist for a period of time, patients, doctors, and hospitals should be more prudent and protect their legitimate rights and interests by signing agreements and purchasing commercial insurance.
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"Well said."
Just as Gu Chen finished speaking, a man's response came from the door.
Gu Chen turned around and saw that there were several men and women in white coats standing at the door of the ward.
The leader was a middle-aged man, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He looked to be in his 50s, but his hair had turned white.
He was followed by several younger men and women, as well as a few immature trained doctors.
Everyone has writing pens on their chests, and each of the doctors in charge has a notebook in their hands.
Gu Chen stood up and the other party also came over.
"Young man, I've been listening to you at the door for a long time. What you said is very to the point, and I understand it very thoroughly," the middle-aged man said.
"Thank you." Gu Chen also nodded slightly and said modestly: "I'm just telling everyone casually based on what I understand."
"Are you a doctor too?" said a female trained doctor.
Gu Chen shook his head: "No, I just came here to visit my colleagues."
"But you seem to understand what you said?" Another male doctor said, apparently following a middle-aged man here for ward rounds.
Gu Chen smiled faintly and replied: "I'm just talking about my views on 'Doctor Flying Knife'. After all, your hospital also attracted public attention because of this incident, otherwise the TV station wouldn't come to clarify it for you.
."
"Do you know someone from the TV station?" The middle-aged man was a little surprised when he heard this.
Lu Weiwei smiled and said: "More than just acquaintances? We have basically met the leaders of the TV station. There are also reporter Bai Xiaolan and photographer Wu Jun who came to your hospital to interview last night. We are also old acquaintances with them."
"Oh?" When the middle-aged man heard this, he immediately said with a gentle attitude: "Then which unit do you belong to?"
I feel like Gu Chen and the others are not very simple.
Due to the recent whirlpool of public opinion in the hospital, it can be seen that the hospital leaders attach great importance to it and have clearly refused various interviews during this period. The hospital leaders are also fully at work and have strengthened the management of all aspects of the hospital.
Therefore, it was not surprising to see a senior leader leading a team to inspect the ward late at night.
But Gu Chen and the others gave the middle-aged man a very different feeling.
Gu Chen also smiled lightly and took the initiative to explain to everyone: "I am from the Criminal Investigation Team of Furong Branch, and this patient is my colleague."
"So he's a comrade from the police?" After learning Gu Chen's identity, the middle-aged man's tense nerves finally calmed down. He took the initiative to come over and get close to Gu Chen, and shook hands with Gu Chen:
"The weather has cooled down a lot recently, and many of your police officers have fallen ill and been hospitalized. You must also take care of your health."
"Of course, thank you for your concern." Gu Chen also thanked casually.
Knowing the identity of police officer Gu Chen, the middle-aged man led everyone to surround Ding Liang and began to check Ding Liang's situation.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?" a female doctor asked.
"I..." Ding Liang said with some embarrassment, holding the fish soup that he had not yet finished drinking: "I... I'm just still a little dizzy."
"Is defecation and defecation normal?" asked another male doctor.
Ding Liang looked at the fish soup in his hand and suddenly felt that it didn't smell good.
My heart says, please don’t ask such shameful questions when I’m drinking fish soup, okay?
But due to the large number of people, Ding Liang could only nod in agreement.
Then the middle-aged doctor, after reading the medical records directly, took out the stethoscope he carried with him and put it on Ding Liang's chest to observe left and right.
After a while, the middle-aged doctor skillfully took back the stethoscope and warned: "Generally speaking, my physical condition is quite good. I will probably be discharged from the hospital after a day or two of recovery."
"The other thing is to drink more hot water, get enough sleep, don't eat too spicy food, and maintain a good attitude."
"Yeah." Ding Liang was stunned for a moment, and could only nod his head like a chicken pecking at rice.
The middle-aged man stood up, then walked to the other patients and continued to check their physical conditions.
Gu Chen and Lu Weiwei were also sitting on Ding Liang's bedside, observing quietly.
A group of doctors asked questions, and after conducting physical examinations on the other two patients, they swarmed towards the door.
When the middle-aged doctor walked to the door, he nodded to Gu Chen inside the room.
Of course, Gu Chen nodded politely in response.
After the door was closed, Lu Weiwei asked Ding Liang: "Who was the person who examined you just now? He seemed like a big boss and very polite."
"I don't know either. That person has been here before, but he seemed to ignore me." Ding Liang said he didn't know.
The old man on the side smiled and said: "That person you are talking about? He seems to be the deputy dean, a very responsible person. Anyway, every time he comes here, he will ask me questions, and he seems to be very responsible.
"
"Then why does he ignore me? Or ignore a few other people? Only you?"
Ding Liang expressed that he didn't understand, especially why he was only so polite to Gu Chen and the old man?
Did you not disclose the identity of the police officer? Or something else?
The old man shook his head: "I don't know, maybe it's because my son-in-law works in the municipal party committee. My son-in-law sent me here last time I was hospitalized. By the way, I chatted with the deputy director for a while."
"So that's it? Then I understand." Ding Liang seemed to understand the reason why he was not welcomed.
The reason why the old man is taken seriously by the hospital is because he has a good son-in-law who works in the municipal party committee, and Gu Chen and Lu Weiwei are familiar with the main leaders of Jiangnan TV station and are also familiar with the reporter Bai Xiaolan.
Gu Chen smiled and shook his head, also urging: "When will you finish the fish soup? It will get cold if you don't drink it."
"Oh." Ding Liang recovered from the previous question, then quickly picked up the fish soup and continued to enjoy it.
Gu Chen asked casually: "When will you be discharged from the hospital?"
"Probably... it will look like the day after tomorrow?" Ding Liang said.
"Then I'll pick you up from the hospital at noon the day after tomorrow." Gu Chen said.
Ding Liang thought for a few seconds and asked Gu Chen: "Won't it delay your work?"
"It's rest time at noon. No matter how busy I am at work, it won't take long to pick you up." Gu Chen said.
"Okay then." Ding Liang agreed directly without saying anything else.
After all, my good brother took me out of the hospital, which was the treatment I deserved as a sick person.
I didn't tell my other brothers that I was sick because I didn't want to delay other people's work.
But Gu Chen is different. This guy is known as the hard-working Saburo of Furong Branch. Working continuously seems to be a daily routine for him, and he is still in good health.
Compared to Gu Chen, Ding Liang instantly felt like a sick cat.
Everyone sat around Ding Liang's hospital bed and chatted with him.
During the day, he could only watch other patients being cared for by relatives and friends, and he could enjoy the same treatment at night. Ding Liang felt very happy.
During this period, Lu Weiwei unknowingly helped him eliminate several bananas.
I looked at the time, it was already 8:50 pm.
Ding Liang quickly reminded: "Gu Chen, you should go back and rest quickly, it's getting late."
Gu Chen lowered his head to look at his watch and glanced at Lu Weiwei: "Senior Sister Lu."
"Okay, it's time for us to go." Lu Weiwei picked up her bag, threw the banana peel in her hand into the trash can, and burped loudly: "Then we will come over to see you if we have time tomorrow night.
of."
"Thank you so much. It's great to have your company these days."
"We are all colleagues, it's so boring to say this." Lu Weiwei patted Ding Liang on the shoulder and comforted her: "Just have a good rest here, Gu Chen and I will leave first."
"goodbye."
A few people exchanged simple greetings, and Ding Liang watched Lu Weiwei and Gu Chen leave the ward.
On the other side, Lu Weiwei, who was leaving the hospital, immediately touched her stomach and muttered: "Junior brother Gu, I seem to be hungry again. How about we go out for some midnight snacks?"
"But you just finished eating 4 bananas?" Gu Chen watched Lu Weiwei finish eating 4 bananas.
But Lu Weiwei scratched the back of her head in embarrassment and complained: "Banana is a fruit, it is not full. I know a place where the barbecue is delicious and cheap. I will take you there. It is nearby, not far."
"
"Okay." Gu Chen couldn't resist Lu Weiwei's coquettishness, so he could only agree.
The two drove for a short distance near the hospital and arrived at an old community.
In a spacious open space in an old community, an old lady was sitting in front of a barbecue truck, quietly in a daze.
There were several empty folding tables around, and only two customers were sitting there chatting about their daily lives.
Lu Weiwei pointed at the old lady and said, "This is it."
Gu Chen stopped the car steadily, got out of the car with Lu Weiwei, and ran towards the old lady's barbecue truck.
At this time, the tired old lady came to her senses when she saw a customer approaching. She quickly moved the things under her feet and stood up.
"Excuse me, what do you want?" The old lady had white hair on her head and could hardly stand up straight, so she could only ask with her back bent.
Only then did Gu Chen realize that under the old lady's feet was a two or three-year-old girl, who was currently wearing an elderly man's coat and sitting on a small bench, drowsy.
Her hands were holding her clothes tightly, and she couldn't open her eyes.
"This, this, this, and this, get two copies of each, and this one too."
Lu Weiwei ordered a lot in one go and seemed to be a regular customer here.
But Gu Chen could tell that these ingredients were generally difficult for Lu Weiwei to appreciate, especially when looking at some shriveled ingredients, the taste seemed average, but Lu Weiwei ordered a lot of them in one go.
Gu Chen instantly understood that Lu Weiwei was taking care of the old man's business.
The old man nodded silently, began to process the ingredients Lu Weiwei ordered, and told Lu Weiwei and Gu Chen to sit aside and rest for a while.
Just as Gu Chen and Lu Weiwei sat down, the two men who had been drinking spleen wine and chatting about things suddenly began to whisper:
A fat man reminded: "Don't drink too much, you have to do errands later."
"It's okay, I can deal with that guy with one hand." Another tall and thin man also patted his chest with confidence.
The fat man added: "The doctor walks back through this alley every day. He will be smarter later."
"Don't worry, brother, we'll make sure he can't eat and carry around." The tall, thin man raised his chin, indicating that everything was under control.
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