"Ling Ran, you go back to work first." Huo Congjun put his hands behind his back, acting like a master, and the department director's aura was full of tension.
"Okay." Ling Ran didn't care, if it weren't for the exhaustion of replanting fingers, he would have done them one by one, but now he needs to rest.
Seeing Ling Ran leave the office, Huo Congjun turned around and looked at Su Jiafu with tiger eyes.
Su Jiafu was so weak that he didn't know where to put his hands.
Huo Congjun didn't wait too long, and said slowly: "Our emergency department funds can support anesthesiologists, but I have three requirements..."
Su Jiafu breathed a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly.
He can't do without nodding. The funds for the anesthesiology department are already low, and he can't get them. He can't use his poor salary to buy materials. Another one, a fierce director like Huo Congjun can do whatever he says, and Su Jiafu has no room to resist.
Huo Congjun nodded slightly, and said, "First, your paper must have Ling Ran's name as the first co-author."
"I have already agreed to this." Su Jiafu said hastily.
"Second, since you are going to write a paper, you have to submit a few more papers. If you can't get the funding, you can just write one. Two papers are considered a start. If you can publish three papers, I will help you with your next funding." It's gone." Huo Congjun's momentum was like a rainbow.
Su Jiafu had already burst into laughter in his heart, but he still hesitated on the surface.
You can write papers if you have money, especially for current doctors, the time invested is nothing at all. What is the value of a doctor's time? Even if you work overtime for one night, you may not be able to earn tens of dollars.
Su Jiafu was even happier that the third article could be exchanged for more funds.
However, he still pretended to be embarrassed on the surface, and asked, "Do you have to write your name?"
"Isn't this nonsense. Do you think I'm doing charity?" When Huo Congjun's eyes widened, no child with a score of 400 or above in the college entrance examination dared to look at him.
With a score of 600 in the college entrance examination, Su Jiafu couldn't wait to stuff his head into his abdomen, and said in a low voice, "Well... two essays are fine, that's..."
"That's it." Huo Congjun, the dignified director, would never get bored with a small attending doctor.
Su Jiafu was complacent, but afraid of being seen out, he asked in a low voice: "Director Huo, both papers are written with Ling Ran's name?"
"En." Huo Congjun's tone eased, and he said, "Ling Ran is an undergraduate student, and he wants to become a full-time student at Yunyi Hospital. It's hard to just talk about surgery. There are a few more articles. What he posts is his own. Collaborate." You have to have a thesis too. You can walk on two legs, so you can’t let it go.”
Su Jiafu inexplicably gushed out a burst of sadness. Thinking of him working hard in the anesthesiology department, working overtime every day, working overtime every night, and not having a girlfriend... In the end, he wanted to write a paper, but the director of the department refused to approve it for a dime, and in the end, Ling Ran...
Compared with the treatment in the emergency department, Su Jiafu really wanted to change jobs.
"Director Huo, what about the third request?" Su Jiafu restrained his emotions and asked solemnly.
Huo Congjun frowned: "What is the third point?"
"You said just now that you have three requirements."
"Oh..." Huo Congjun drew a long tone, thought for a long time, and said: "Remember the account, don't make a mistake."
"Oh." Su Jiafu didn't dare to say more, and escaped from the office of the emergency department.
Coming out in a daze, and returning to the operating room in a daze, Su Jiafu didn't get a single greeting along the way.
In everyone's eyes, this is what anesthesiologists are like.
"Is it finalized?" Ling Ran, who was undergoing surgery, raised his head and asked Su Jiafu.
Su Jiafu looked at Ling Ran and almost burst into tears.
He lowered his head, silently pulled out his round stool from under the buttocks of his colleague from the anesthesiology department who was working, and said, "It's agreed, Director Huo gave me 4,000 yuan, and I will give it later if there is not enough."
"Giving it later means not giving it." The anesthesiologist who had the stool taken away laughed twice, and said again: "However, old Su can get 4,000 yuan from the emergency department."
"You got it too?" Su Jiafu understood it as soon as he heard it.
"Well, more than 10,000 yuan was allocated to the orthopedics department." This one was a little proud.
"Orthopedics is still rich." Su Jiafu felt even more bitter.
Ling Ran, however, was picking up the bones, while saying: "As long as the funds are enough to write a thesis, it will be fine, right?"
Su Jiafu was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was speaking for himself, and the answer was not smooth, "Ah..." After a long time, he said: "That's right, but the funds still need to be a little more..."
"According to your previous thinking, I have already found four cases and sent them to your mailbox. You can take a look." Ling Ran continued to talk, ignoring Su Jiafu's rhetoric that the more the better.
So Su Jiafu stopped talking, opened the mailbox, and read it silently.
He originally sat next to the monitor and read it, and then quietly moved away from the monitor while reading.
Some things are better not to be seen by colleagues.
Su Jiafu read Ling Ran's email with his head down, and the more he read it, the more he became more sober, and the previous muddleheadedness had completely disappeared.
According to Su Jiafu's previous configuration, he wanted to write an article such as "Anaesthesia Experience of Multiple Cases of Severed Finger Replantation", or "The Effect of Using XXX Anesthesia for Severed Finger Replantation". This kind of article, if you edit it well, it may be published in a small journal on the 18th line, or better, if you find someone or something, you can publish it in a provincial core journal.
As far as academics are concerned, papers published in provincial core journals are nothing but thousands of words.
But in the hospital system, it is impossible to require everyone to have national-level core journals, or even SCI publications. Therefore, provincial-level core journals are sufficient for the minimum requirements for professional titles. You can't add points, but you can rank seniority.
As for SCI or national core journals, it is the basic condition for exceptional promotion. It takes 5 or 7 years for the attending to be promoted to the deputy director. If you are not equal, then publish an article.
The deputy director is promoted to the director. There is no quota for the department. If you want to be offered by the hospital, then post an article.
Everyone wants to publish good articles, but good articles don't fall from the sky.
On the contrary, Ling Ran gave Su Jiafu a good new direction: discuss the relationship between anesthesia and vascular crisis in more depth.
As the master of perfect finger replantation technology, Ling Ran's mastery of relevant information is also top-notch. If it's a master-level severed finger replantation technique, you don't need to know about anesthesia, just know it.
The perfect level has some comprehensive meanings.
The direction Ling Ran gave to Su Jiafu was a subject that covered everything but not in-depth. For doctors in the anesthesiology department, such a topic is naturally of considerable significance.
As long as you write it out, you will definitely be able to post a good article.
Even the most needed cases, Ling Ran cooperated to find out for him.
Su Jiafu couldn't help being excited.
For doctors in the anesthesiology department, it is more troublesome for them to find cases than for surgeons. In fact, ordinary surgeons do not have much ability to find cases.
Only those like Ling Ran, who are qualified to select cases and patients by themselves, can obtain cases relatively easily.
Of course, the most important thing is that he can do it.
The doctors in Yunhua Hand Surgery Department who can replant severed fingers are at least senior attendings or deputy directors. In other hospitals, they can be half a grade higher. Su Jiafu wants to cooperate with them, but he doesn't have enough face.
At this time, Su Jiafu suddenly felt that it was a wise decision for him to ask Ling Ran to write an article together.
"Doctor Ling, let's proceed according to these four cases." Su Jiafu was optimistic, and hurriedly asked Ling Ran to confirm.
"Are four cases enough?" Ling Ran had already brought the microscope and played with the blood vessels without looking up.
"Enough, enough, it's not easy to find four cases like this."
"It's also quite easy. What I'm looking for is the cases that occurred in the province today. If you confirm it, just ask Director Huo to arrange for him to send the person over." Ling Ran said very easily.
"Looking for director Huo to arrange?" Su Jiafu thought of Huo Congjun's face, his legs were going weak.
As soon as Lu Wenbin heard it, he felt that it was a very familiar emotion, and he laughed a few times: "Do not be afraid, Doctor Su, Director Huo is actually quite easy to get along with."
"Then Xiao Lu went to Director Huo to confirm the patients, and it's time to send them over." Ling Ran shrugged his neck, thinking that four patients would be sent over, his whole body warmed up.
Lu Wenbin: ...
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