Dean Song is not very old and looks much younger than Liu Pingchuan. His short black hair hangs down to his ears and he looks extremely capable.
Xiao Linfeng sat down and asked at the same time, "Who are you?"
"My name is Song Wen, and I am the director of this hospital." Song Wen sat down again, picked up the teacup from the table in the conference room, took a sip, and asked politely, "Mr. Xiaolin's proposal this time is very generous.
Ah. Did you already prepare to donate to our hospital before coming to China?"
"It's just something I feel." Xiao Linfeng is not surprised by Song Wen's vigilance. Rather, if Song Wen accepted it openly, he would feel something was wrong. "There are many excellent doctors in your hospital.
I feel that if a comprehensive diagnostic center can be donated to your hospital, your hospital will be able to fully utilize this center."
"I have a good relationship with President Wang from Friendship Hospital." President Song suddenly said, "I had a phone call with him before, and he spoke highly of the diagnostic equipment built by your company."
Friendship Hospital has been established for nearly 40 years. It is one of the first hospitals to be established with free donations from abroad. It has rich experience in receiving and utilizing advanced foreign equipment. Even Friendship Hospital has not received aid from Takeda Pharmaceuticals.
A comprehensive diagnostic center was built. They just got a more advanced 13t magnetic flux MRI machine.
“After all, Friendship Hospital’s strength in diagnosis and treatment is focused on chronic diseases and geriatric diseases.” The secretary brought by Yutaka Kobayashi never left the conference room. He explained first, “Our policy is to use the diagnostic center as a model to serve other hospitals.
"Replicating and diagnosing geriatric diseases is clearly inconsistent with the company's main strategic policy."
Song Wen glanced at Sun Lien seemingly unintentionally, and then asked, "Then why us?"
"Because of your hospital's large emergency department model," Feng Xiaolin explained, "As the largest emergency center in the region, your hospital needs to receive a large number of emergency patients every day. Only by making quick and accurate diagnoses can we increase the treatment rate as much as possible.
And the treatment rate. Similarly, although the diagnosis center plan of the company has gone through a lot of theoretical design, it still lacks high-intensity testing and trial. Donating a diagnostic center will not only help the company further improve the design, but also benefit your company.
The hospital can save more patients. This is a real win-win initiative."
Song Wen and Xiao Linfeng were going back and forth, testing each other's bottom line, while Sun Lien was sitting aside with nothing to do. He secretly took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Xu Yourong. "How is Gao Yan?"
"The situation is not too good, nor is it bad." Xu Yourong replied very quickly, "Naloxone has been administered, but the person has not woken up yet. The hemodialysis condition is not bad, and the blood test was re-tested ten minutes ago.
Serum creatinine is currently around 300."
Sun Lien glanced at the time on his phone. It was now two-twenty in the afternoon. Gao Yan's first hemodialysis should have ended. After the naloxone took effect, he should be able to regain consciousness. Basically, as long as the naloxone takes effect,
Effectively, doctors can evaluate the severe brain damage and consider whether it is necessary to shift the focus of treatment to protecting organs such as the kidneys.
"Doctor Sun." Song Wen, who was presiding over the meeting, suddenly said, "If you have patients to deal with, you can leave first."
Sun Lien was shocked when he heard this and quickly stuffed his phone back into his pocket. Then he thought about it and realized that he really couldn't do anything by staying here, so he simply stood up, nodded towards everyone present, and pushed open the door of the conference room.
Sneaked out.
"Since the rightful owner has left, we don't need to be so secretive." After watching Sun Lien close the door of the conference room, Song Wen lightly knocked on the table and said to Xiao Linfeng, "Mr. Xiao Lin,
I'm here to negotiate terms with you."
Sun Lien sat in the emergency room and stretched hard. Mrs. Zhou's diagnosis of brain death had been confirmed. All she had to do next was to wait in the hospice room for final confirmation by her family members and extubation.
The confirmation letter was signed by Zhou Jun. Red Cross staff and transport vehicles were already waiting near the Fourth Central Hospital. Zhou Xiufang's body will be pre-processed by them before it can be handed over to the Anatomy Teaching and Research Office of Ningyuan Medical College.
The two large stacks of documents that were physically escorted by Zhou Jun and Comrade Zhou were handed over to the archivists at the medical school. They will record the case data in a digital format. Then, they will send the documents to the library.
library, and then permanently sealed.
More and more people gathered outside the wall. People held candles and white chrysanthemums in the cold wind, waiting quietly for something. Police from several nearby police stations also rushed to the scene. After several attempts to persuade them failed, they only
He could just stay at the scene and start to maintain order. After learning about this situation, Secretary Chen decided to go to the Fourth Central Hospital again after thinking about it again.
"Dingling!" The phone rang, Sun Lien's lazy waist stretched to half, and suddenly he had to close the phone to answer the phone. The movement was aside, and the waist muscles almost straightened.
"The emergency room of the Fourth Central Hospital." After answering the phone, Sun Lien grinned and said, "Please speak."
"Five minutes, right?" Sun Lien was about to hang up the phone when he suddenly remembered the crowd gathered at the door and quickly told the command center who was reporting the situation, "There are people gathering near the main entrance of our hospital. Let the ambulance go through the east gate."
Putting down the phone, he looked at Cao Yanhua, who was drinking coffee, and said, "Doctor Cao, please answer this patient. Female, 13 years old, unconscious. The forecast will arrive in five minutes."
Zhou Jun is not here, Liu Tangchun is not here, and Song Wen, the real director of the emergency department, is negotiating terms with Xiao Linfeng. Therefore, in the current emergency room, whoever answers the emergency call is the boss when it comes to arranging patients. Naturally, the person who receives the emergency call is the one who receives the emergency call.
Come take responsibility.
"Unconscious?" Cao Yanhua stood up and put the stethoscope around his neck again, "Why don't you pick it up?"
Sun Lien sighed, "I feel like I'm not very lucky. Don't take care of patients for the next two days, or I can help you."
During these three eventful days, Sun Lien received a total of about twelve patients. Xiao Linxun, Wei Jinshui and Qin Ya were transferred to the general inpatient department. Lin Lan, and Gao Yan were still in the intensive care unit under close monitoring.
Zhou Xiufang herself refused to be rescued, while Zheng Xiaoyu could not be saved at all. This result really made Sun Lien a little relieved. It even made him wonder whether he had been a little "black-faced" recently.
"You, I still haven't seen you too much." Cao Yanhua walked towards the door with his hands behind his back, "In February last year, Teacher Zhou had twelve patients in a row and never saw him depressed or scared. We should be careful
As a doctor, as long as you have a clear conscience, the outcome is actually not that important."