In the office of the Director of the Science and Education Department, a man in white clothes was reporting the situation to Director Mao.
"Monitoring the clinical operating medical records, it was found that the patient used a spring coil without a manufacturer's mark, which violated clinical laws and regulations." The man said seriously, holding a copy of the running case in his hand.
"Yes, I understand." Director Mao suppressed his inner ecstasy and said calmly: "Go ahead."
The man bowed and turned to leave.
The Department of Science and Education is a good place, not busy, and has various cash flows. The medical record room is a particularly bad place.
Especially the 912 medical record room, which has to deal with hundreds of thousands of people copying medical records every day, is extremely busy. Many patients did not bring all their IDs and were unable to copy their medical records. In addition, since they are out-of-town patients, there are always one or two people sitting on the ground crying, pointing at the staff in the medical record room and cursing angrily every day.
It is the dream of many people to be transferred from the medical record room to the science and education department, even if it is just a junior clerk.
Director Mao looked at the information in his hand with a smile on his face.
She's not stupid, but she doesn't want to use this information to bring down a popular person... md, Zheng Ren is not the director, not the leading professor, nothing at all!
Director Mao wanted to understand that he actually had fear. He sighed involuntarily.
He is just a clinical doctor, but he can't squeeze him to death, and he still has to be careful to please him. This is weird no matter how you look at it.
But there is nothing we can do.
In his hand was evidence of Zheng Ren's ignorance and illegal operation. If it were someone else, his medical certificate could be revoked!
But now, I still have to take this document to sell it. It's not enough to just sell well, you also have to figure out how people will accept this kindness.
What the hell is this! Director Mao cursed in his mind.
According to national regulations, consumables used during surgery must have the manufacturer, and various labels must be affixed to the back of the intraoperative anesthesia care record sheet.
Zheng Ren is so brave. He used unknown spring coils without any receipts. What on earth was he thinking
Director Mao looked at the printed operation records and various documents, and gradually fell into a trance.
Just a patient with a rectal foreign body, using coils? It's just crazy.
If it were anyone else, Director Mao would definitely think that he was crazy because he wanted to make money. As long as the consumables are expensive and the rebates are large, they will be used in one go, regardless of whether they are symptomatic or not.
But Zheng Ren...he is not short of money.
In these few days of contact with Dr. Mehar, Director Mao always had an unreal feeling.
Among the people who accompanied Dr. Mehar, there were more than 20 people who paid tuition to learn tips surgery.
How dare you ask for a tuition fee of 300,000 US dollars per person
As soon as it changes hands, tens of millions of RMB are obtained. This is not making money, it is simply a money printing machine.
It's hard to earn this amount in a lifetime if you stick your butt out and do surgery day and night in the clinic.
And there are definitely no more than 500 people in the country who are likely to earn this amount.
Isn't it just to make money? Is it to cure diseases and save people
Thinking of these four words, Director Mao showed a contemptuous smile on his lips. Medical care has been marketed as a commodity.
In the business model, the products are not about making money, but about ideals. I am afraid they have already gone bankrupt and liquidated.
Treat illnesses and save lives? Impossible. There must be some behavioral pattern that he didn't know about. Zheng Ren discovered it and was doing it secretly.
Director Mao once again confirmed that what he wanted to do was not to bring down Zheng Ren, but to find his weaknesses and make him worry about himself.
Don't act like you're being righteous. Let's sit down and have a good talk. There will be benefits for everyone.
After thinking for a long time, Director Mao picked up his cell phone and called one of his confidants.
"Xiao Cao, come to my office."
With just one sentence, Director Mao put down his cell phone.
10 seconds later, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." Director Mao said.
A woman in her thirties walked in with a wavy perm. She was obviously very reserved and cautious. She didn't look around after coming in for fear of seeing something she shouldn't see. She went directly to Director Mao's desk with her waist slightly bent and a respectful look on her face.
"Take a look at this information, and then quietly go to the ward to find out the patient's family about the situation." Director Mao said.
Director Cao carefully picked up the information and read it bit by bit.
"This is to protect Boss Zheng, not to target him." Director Mao wanted to make his smile gentler and more contagious.
Officer Cao nodded repeatedly, and the big waves kept shaking, like ocean waves, which made people dizzy.
"Just remember this." Director Mao said: "Hurry up and look for information tonight, and finish this matter tomorrow. I will be at the unit at seven o'clock the day after tomorrow to hear a complete report."
Director Cao complained in his heart.
This kind of task that only gives one intention is the most difficult to do. The leader had no idea what to do, so he just let his subordinates do it randomly.
Basically, no matter what you do, you will never please yourself.
There was no mission goal, just a strict time limit... Forget it, just wait for the scolding the day after tomorrow, she thought in frustration.
Following the order, Officer Cao went out. The more he thought about it, the more worried he became.
In what capacity will you go? An official of the agency? To understand the situation through clinical practice? I'm afraid all I get is official talk.
And if you go in secret with a private identity, whether you can gain the trust of the patient's family is another matter.
What the hell!
Director Cao cursed in his mind.
Forget it, the patient is a gastrointestinal surgeon and is still living in the ICU, so just pretend to be the patient's family member to understand the situation.
Patient's family? never! Director Cao immediately spat.
It's the leader who is sick, and he is dying. He should go and see for himself. Still got AIDS, syphilis, heart failure, liver failure, kidney failure...
She thought secretly in her heart.
But it can't be now. The doctor hasn't gotten off work yet, so he really has to wander outside the ICU, and he might bump into someone.
Once it is broken, the next work will be difficult.
Director Cao weighed the pros and cons, and finally had to sacrifice his rest time in distress to prepare to inquire about the situation.
One general is really incompetent and the entire army is exhausted.
Any words to protect Boss Zheng are just bullshit. Director Cao had already heard about the confrontation at the dean's office meeting that day.
Boss Zheng calmly told me that he wanted to come back for revenge, so who is it
Although he complained in his heart, Director Cao still knew clearly whose subordinate he was and who he depended on for food.
No matter how difficult it is, we must do it, there is no doubt about it.
She called her home and asked her lover to pick up the children after get off work. Then she sat at her desk and carefully considered the key points of the matter and what kind of information the leader needed.
It must be dirty material. To protect Boss Zheng, you still want to grab his pigtails? This is a routine routine. The leader doesn't want to appear too sinister and cruel.
You can never make a mistake about doing the dirty work yourself.
Officer Cao thought to himself.