In the evening, Director Kong, Sun Ming and Lin Ge sat together in a private room of a small restaurant, discussing matters about the community hospital.
After three rounds of drinking, the serious conversation was over.
Sun Ming watched the recent live broadcast of the surgery, especially the promotion of Xinglin Garden, which strengthened his confidence.
This is an opportunity, a rare opportunity.
It is estimated that I will only meet one such expert who can go to the Mayo Clinic to perform teaching surgery. If you miss this kind of thing, it may be too late to regret it later.
So he quickly agreed without hesitation.
The administrative division of nearby community hospitals is still subordinate to the district, while in terms of business operations, it belongs to 912.
This is a document issued two years ago, but few large tertiary hospitals actually make use of community hospitals.
The fundamental problem is that there are not enough doctors, especially doctors who can do their jobs independently. Otherwise, the community would have already started working on it.
Lin Ge represents Director Ye and has full authority to handle this matter, and there is no problem on his side.
Director Kong, on the other hand, although he had a grudge against the indifference of the Science and Education Department, he did not delay in acquiring a community hospital into Zheng Ren's hands.
Now Zheng Ren is still his own soldier, which also means that his business scope has expanded and he has more resources under his control. To put it bluntly, even if Boss Zheng changes jobs one day, wouldn't it be a good thing to have a community hospital here
So the three people talked happily. The matter had been settled. They were waiting for Vice President Yuan, who was in charge of clinical affairs, to make the decision, and then the Chief Dean signed it.
After getting down to business, the atmosphere became much more relaxed.
"Lao Kong, you don't know the hardships of community hospitals." Sun Ming complained with a smile, "There are so many weird patients who go to community hospitals. It's a difficult job. Unlike your 912, the patients all go there honestly. Really. What is this called, medical compliance! Yes, medical compliance is particularly good."
"It's hard to do anything." Director Kong took a bite of vegetables.
"A few years ago, when I was still in clinical practice... "
"You call that clinical?"
Director Kong scorned Sun Ming's words to the floor.
"Why isn't it called clinical? As long as you have contact with patients, it's clinical. Lao Kong, your condescending attitude is very unpleasant." Sun Ming retorted.
"What happened?" Ringer asked from the side. At this time, there will definitely be some jokes, and it is also the most relaxing moment of the banquet.
"A female patient, holding her hands in a red scarf, rushed in and shouted to me, she's going to explode, she's going to explode!" Sun Ming recalled, still sighing, "Do you know what I think?"
"I'm really thinking, am I going to die here today?" Sun Ming said with emotion: "I also thought, the public security is so good, why did I get involved in this matter?"
"Then what?" Director Kong asked with a smile.
"Nothing happened after that. I was so scared that I almost peed. Let me tell you, Lao Kong, don't laugh. If this happens to you, you will be considered capable if you can stand." Sun Ming laughed loudly when he saw Director Kong. Some anger.
"Hey, are you trying to scare me? I was... "
"Don't talk about your stay in southern Xinjiang. Let's talk about it once over a meal. If you don't get tired of it, I will get tired of it." Sun Ming blocked Director Kong's words.
"Then what?" Ringer changed the topic back to the normal track.
"Guess what? The patient cut her hand while chopping vegetables at home and came to the hospital to have it bandaged. She was speaking in dialect, which sounded to me like she was about to explode, as if she had rushed in with something dangerous wrapped in a scarf. "Sun Ming said: "Do you think it's scary?"
"This kind of thing happens a lot." Director Kong said: "When I used to work the night shift, in the radiology department, I saw foreign bodies in the body, wine bottles, etc., one per shift on average. One day, there was an evil spirit. Four came in the evening.”
"Tsk, tsk, you have such a constitution, why bother with this kind of patients." Sun Ming said sarcastically.
"How is that possible!" Director Kong glared at him and continued: "One day, I saw three little boys bringing a little girl to see a doctor for a checkup. There were several batteries stuffed underneath. I don't know how long they were there. The batteries They were all corroded and leaked, and they were sent for surgery.”
"Tell me, this kind of thing can happen, but it's still a problem for you?"
"Hey." Lin Ge smiled, "When I was in the emergency room before, I encountered something strange."
"how?"
"A man, in his forties, ran in with his mouth covered, and the tissues on his hands were soaked." Linge said, "The one with blood is really murderous."
"Oh? What then?"
"He took out half of his tongue and asked me if he could sew it up. I thought it was a car accident, but I didn't expect it was bitten by my own dog." Ringer gestured to impress everyone.
"..." Director Kong was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "This is really a flower."
"Don't get it wrong. He was playing dogfighting at home. He stuck out his tongue and pretended to breathe. That's what happened." Ringer laughed.
"Tsk, tsk."
The mood is relatively relaxed, and various jokes are released. These gossips sounded very relaxing, but no one mentioned the fact that my heartbeat was over 120 beats per minute and my blood pressure was elevated during the consultation.
This is the time to drink and brag, and no one will talk about those heavy topics without opening their eyes.
After chatting easily for more than an hour, Lin Ge pretended to be casual and asked: "Director Kong, have you told Boss Zheng about the invitation letter?"
"You can say it yourself, it's not a big deal." Director Kong said casually: "By the way, don't tell Boss Zheng about this, he doesn't care."
"Huh? He doesn't care about such a big thing?" Lin Ge was a little confused.
"To you, it's a big deal, but to Boss Zheng, this is routine work." Director Kong said, "Do you have Su Yun's WeChat account?"
"without… "
"I'll send it to you. You can contact Su Yun about this."
"Is that the doctor who is known as the rising star of the Cardiothoracic Surgery Department in the Imperial Capital?" When Lin Ge thought of Su Yun, he would think of the clerk Xiao Wang's excitement, the filing information, and the underhanded tactics.
He was a little reluctant to deal with Su Yun, but... forget it, just pinch his nose and admit it.
"yes."
"Who dares to call himself the rising star of cardiothoracic surgery in the imperial capital?" Sun Ming was surprised.
"Cultivation of the heart with autologous stem cells, and then heart transplantation." Director Kong said: "In a few decades, the technology will be mature and you will be old. I guess you will have to ask Su Yun to perform the surgery on you."
"Transplant a heart!" Sun Ming was stunned.
"Of course, what do you think?" Director Kong was quite satisfied with Sun Ming's expression and emotion. Or is it that a high-end surgery like heart transplantation can hit people? Tips surgery, no one even knows what it is.
Interventional doctors are really distressed.