Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.
Xie Yihe made a toast with a red wine glass, returned to his seat, and said with a smile: "Dean Zhou, Director Huo, MRI must be used for tendon rupture. If every time a patient comes, he must go to the medical technology building It’s quite inconvenient to send it off. In the future, Tang method will be practiced, and there will be several cases a day. If it’s not done well, we won’t be able to line up. Should we prepare an MRI?”
Master Huang Mao, who was making up his smile, almost spewed out a mouthful of Coke: Such a big heart
There are cheap and expensive nuclear magnetic resonance instruments, but even for domestic products with permanent magnets, the starting price is upwards of 3 million. For the imported superconducting type, the winning bid price of 10 million or 15 million is purely normal.
If this kind of big guy sells one, he will earn more money than selling himself.
Master Huang Mao used 22 years of accumulation and smiled desperately.
In his mind, that smile is Brad Pitt, Cruise, Beckham, young Li Zi, Wu Yanzu, Tony Leung, Takeshi Kaneshiro, Keanu Reeves, Depp, Edison Chen, Aland Dragon, Nicolas Cage…
Dean Zhou's eyes flicked from Xie Yihe's face, then Huo Congjun and Huang Maoshi, and smiled slightly at Ling Ran: "If we buy an MRI for Tang Fa, Xiao Ling will really become famous."
"I bought it for our emergency department." Huo Congjun chuckled twice, and said, "I've wanted an MRI for a long time. In an emergency building, I can't even do an MRI. It will delay my condition." .”
Dean Zhou took a sip of the red wine and said, "Old Huo, you are having a Hongmen banquet today, and you still have an MRI machine. I'll just buy you a pet."
"If you can buy me a pet, I'll drink up this bottle of Jiannanchun." Huo Congjun didn't care about being called an old man anymore, and his spirits were about to perk up.
Dean Zhou smiled: "There is a bottle of wine in total, you drank it all, what will Xiao Ling drink?"
"I'm almost done." Ling Ran picked up the wine bottle, filled his own wine dispenser, and pushed it to Huo Congjun. He can drink half a catty of baijiu without getting drunk, and it's just right for him to drink two or three ounces every day.
Dean Zhou smiled like an old mother, and said, "Drink yours, but don't drink too much. Surgeons should drink less, otherwise a call will come and ask you to go to the hospital, what should I do?"
"Dean Zhou is right, I would like to offer you a toast." Master Huang Mao, whose cheeks were a little tired from laughing, went all out. He knew that pet was a positron emission tomography scanner, and the winning bid for any one was 20 million.
20000000!
If he could speak for Huo Congjun, he would be willing to fill the old village head with a Coke bottle until it was full of bile.
Dean Zhou took the glass politely, and the red wine glass touched his lips.
Master Huang Mao took a sip of the three-dollar cup of white wine, grinned sharply, and after a few seconds, quickly maintained his smile.
A smile is my weapon Master Huang Mao cheered on himself in his heart.
"Xiaoling has completed the first Tang method in the emergency department of our Yunyi Hospital. This is something worthy of celebration. Our hospital should support it. Seriously, don't think about MRI. It is impossible to add an operating room. However, It’s okay to buy a suitable microscope.” Dean Zhou raised his glass to Ling Ran, took a small sip of red wine, let it swirl in his mouth for a few seconds, and then said with a smile: “It’s a pity that our hospital Deputy Director Pan of the Hand Surgery Department has already done the tang method, this can only be said to be bad luck, otherwise, I can really strengthen it for you."
"We, Dr. Ling and Director Pan, carried out the tang technique independently. The hospital only looked at the first case, which is too unfair to our emergency department." Huo Congjun got up smoothly.
Dean Zhou smiled without saying a word.
Huang Maoshi moved a little bit to ensure that he was in the sight of Dean Zhou, but not directly looked at.
Master Huang Mao smiled.
Desperate smile.
If a smile is a bullet, Huang Maoshi is a machine gun; if a smile is a cannonball, Huang Maoshi is a machine gun; if a smile is an egg, Huang Maoshi is a machine chicken...
"This is Yunhua Hospital." Xie Yihe added red wine to Dean Zhou, white wine to Huo Congjun and Ling Ran, and said with a smile: "In some hospitals I have contacted, as long as there are doctors who can carry out new projects, then they will be able to carry out new projects." It’s all about the money, and what equipment you want. As long as the project starts, the cost will come out, right? For example, for MRI, the examination fee of our hospital seems to be 900 in the low area and 1,200 in the high area. Emergency Department At least ten cases can be done a day, and the cost can be earned back in a year."
Dean Zhou smiled and shook his head.
Xie Yihe immediately turned wisely: "Don't talk about MRI, just talk about the tang method developed by Dr. Ling. How much energy will it take for other hospitals to develop it? Before someone told me about developing new surgical methods, the spread of technology is just like planting trees. Almost, if you put a seed in a hospital, it will take several years to grow into a tree, but it will take ten or eight years to be eligible to sow again. How rare.”
"Doctor Ling can be regarded as a transplant." Dean Zhou answered with a smile.
Huo Congjun immediately said: "Xiao Ling is a doctor who was born and bred in our hospital, and his tang method is a family tradition."
Dean Zhou coughed and laughed: "Thank you for telling me, is there a family tradition of tang? Every year during the Chinese New Year, cut off 12 fingers and freeze them, and then practice one every month?"
Master Huang Mao, who kept smiling, let out a "puchi" and burst into laughter: "How can a person have 12 fingers, hahaha..."
"Cut off two of yours, wouldn't it be 12?" Xie Yihe gave Master Huang Mao a hard look, feeling very angry: This idiot only laughs but doesn't speak, can't he understand any words
"Our Deputy Director Pan, I remember that three or four years ago, he often invited experts in the Tang method to come to our hospital for surgery. Went to RB to study again." Huo Congjun clicked his tongue twice, and said: "The money we saved Ling Ran is worth an MRI, at least, install an additional operating room, and install a rehabilitation room The money is coming out."
"The cost of hiring a flying knife now is at least 20,000 to 30,000 yuan. It's good to have a car pick-up and drop-off, and various seminars are also a lot of money." Xie Yihe helped to speak as a medical representative.
Today's hospitals like to invite flying knives to learn. Compared with sending one's own doctor to the target hospital alone for further training, it is easier to obtain the truth by inviting doctors who are good at surgery to come to one's own hospital. Doctors who perform flying knives can earn money and teach (pretend) to learn (b) under the adoring eyes of a group of doctors, which is comfortable and natural.
However, compared to poaching people, this mode is slower.
Dean Zhou still just smiled, and said: "Director Pan's situation is different, and he doesn't only do Tang method. I agree with the rehabilitation room, and the operating room is not impossible, but it is impossible for the hospital to decorate your department. "
"The orthopedics department didn't always want to add an operating room. I asked Lao Li to bring it up together." Having said that, Huo Congjun's goal was basically achieved. He laughed and said, "I don't care about Director Pan or Lao Pan. Our department will do well You can do it yourself. Tang sutures the tendon, not to mention the whole country, the whole world is advanced, we will do it here first, and at this time next year, Dean Zhou will see our results."
"Okay, then I wish you success immediately." Dean Zhou stood up, clinked glasses with Huo Congjun, then turned to Ling Ran, and said, "Let's have another drink, let's stop here today."
In the spirit of not wasting, Ling Ran took a look at the wine dispenser with one-third of the wine left. Thinking about it, it was three cups, and he didn't bother to pour any more, so he picked up the wine dispenser and talked with Dean Zhou. We clinked glasses.
Dean Zhou laughed out of the hyaluronic acid he injected last year.
Master Huang Mao followed suit, and filled his own wine dispenser, held it up tremblingly, with a frown on his heart, closed his eyes, and drank it all in one gulp, not forgetting Xie Yihe's teachings, and showed his mouthful to Dean Zhou. Straight and white teeth, tongue and tonsils.
Everyone left the field in a file. Before getting into the car, Dean Zhou said to Xie Yihe: "You guys can have an MRI."