The Surgeon’s Studio

Chapter 164: 0161 Zheng Ren, help!

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Zheng Ren didn't know how much it would cost.

Although farmers are now living better, the emergence of the new rural cooperative medical system has given farmers more opportunities to see and receive medical treatment.

But based on Zheng Ren's experience, once the cost exceeds 10,000 yuan, the possibility of giving up treatment is very high.

"I strive to control the cost of surgery between 5,000 and 8,000." Zheng Ren calculated for a long time. The consumables are made by Changfeng Minimally Invasive, which is made in China, so the cost should not be high.

In addition, patients can go back and reimburse part of the reimbursement, so the financial pressure will not be heavy.

Even so, the two men still had troubled looks on their faces.

Zheng Ren wanted to comfort him, but then he remembered something else.

"By the way, do you know much about the disease of aseptic necrosis of the femoral head?" Zheng Ren asked.

"This is the first time I heard about it today." The short man was still immersed in the "huge" spending and felt a little hurt.

"This disease can't be cured without taking Xiaobai pills and having surgery." Zheng Ren said truthfully, "Surgery can only guarantee blood supply for a period of time. If there is heavy physical labor or other reasons, It is likely to relapse again. However, if it is not treated and the first stage progresses to the third stage, hip replacement surgery may be necessary, which will cost about 100,000."

Five thousand to eight thousand is a huge amount, and one hundred thousand is simply an astronomical figure.

The two men were so frightened that their expressions changed.

"Leave a phone number and you can go back and think about it. If you still have money, take advantage of the slack time for treatment and recover quickly."

The two men nodded repeatedly.

"By the way, if you come, go to your local medical insurance and ask about reimbursement. If you need a referral or any other procedures, do it in advance. Don't spend money here because you won't be able to reimburse when you go back."

"Although the reimbursement rate will not be very high, if you can save some money, it will be a big deal. Furthermore, when you come for surgery, I will try my best to save you money, and I won't spend what you shouldn't."

"Dr. Zheng, thank you." The tall man bowed repeatedly, expressing his sincere thanks.

"It's okay." Zheng Ren waved his hand, "You go back and discuss it. If you want to do it, call me at any time."

After speaking, Zheng Ren took out a piece of A4 paper from the printer and wrote the department's phone number on it.

Personal phone number... Zheng Ren doesn't want to give it unless there are special circumstances.

The feeling of my heart rate jumping directly to over 100 when I answer the phone is simply too uncomfortable.

Zheng Ren has been thinking recently about whether to prepare some heart rate-lowering drugs such as Betaloc.

The two men thanked each other profusely and left the emergency ward. Zheng Ren stretched his waist, hoping that he would not be too busy today and there were still novels to read.

After reading the novel, I also need to learn about prostate...

Zheng Ren felt a little uncomfortable when he thought about his prostate. It didn't even have a feeding blood vessel. How could he do an interventional surgery? But since Director Pan attaches great importance to this matter, he should still try his best to do what he should do.

In Zheng Yunxia's medical record interface, Zheng Ren opened the operation record and began to write down the operation process.

Because of Chang Yue's presence, Zheng Ren's workload was much less.

Inpatient medical records, disease course records, laboratory test order records, preoperative discussions, rescue records, hospital-wide consultation records, transfer-in and transfer-out records, discharge summary...

This series of tasks that were so trivial and so frustrating was all dumped on Chang Yue, and Zheng Ren felt refreshed.

After writing the operation record, I made a phone call. Director Pan was in his office.

After explaining to Chang Yue, Zheng Ren went downstairs and headed towards Director Pan's office.

Knock on the door and go in. Zheng Ren comes straight to the point.

"Director Pan, we just received a patient with stage one aseptic necrosis of the femoral head." Zheng Ren said.

"Eating ground rice again?" Old Director Pan knew the truth of the matter without even raising his head.

This is not because of prediction, but because I have seen and treated too many similar patients.

"Yeah." Zheng Ren said.

"Is there any way?" Old Director Pan suddenly raised his head, remembered something, and asked.

"Intervention can not only embolize, but also unblock blood vessels."

"That's an interventional method from the vascular department, can you do it?"

"It's not a big problem." Zheng Ren said: "Interventional treatment for aseptic necrosis of the femoral head is the simplest interventional surgery."

"Oh." Old Director Pan thought about it seriously.

Zheng Ren remained silent because he believed that what he was going to say, Director Pan already knew in his heart.

"Then I have time to go to the province." Director Lao Pan said: "I understand the qualification issue. Our hospital has it, but it needs approval from the provincial health department to be classified as an emergency department."

"Are you going to run it yourself?"

"What else? When the hospital completes the process, I guess it will be a few years later. I'm afraid you will have gone to the south by then." There was no joking in Old Director Pan's tone, but a simple statement of a fact.

“…”

When this issue came up, Zheng Ren was speechless.

Now he really has no plans to go to the south, at least he must have a professional title of deputy senior position or above.

Once you are promoted successfully, can you leave in the future

This multiple-choice question should be a scoring question.

Zheng Ren had seen a recruitment letter posted online by a newly built public hospital in Xiamen, with the words "Earn dignified money under the sun" in front of it.

Due to various historical reasons, doctors' income is low, which is understandable.

Faced with an income of 4,000 a month and an income of 40,000 a month, how do you choose? Do you still hesitate

Director Lao Pan has mentioned this matter frequently recently because he doesn't want to delay Zheng Ren's future or Qian Cheng.

The old director was really kind-hearted, and Zheng Ren felt warm in his heart.

"It's not certain whether we can leave or not. What if our hospital can offer high salaries like those in the south in the future?" Zheng Ren said with a smile.

"I can't see you in this life. When you are my age, it may still be possible." Old Director Pan shook his head and used his own social experience to determine the nature of this matter, "So, before you leave, I want to , squeeze it as hard as you can.”

At the end, Director Pan laughed and told a joke that was not very funny.

Zheng Ren left the director's office with a slightly complicated mood.

I left the problem of surgical qualifications to Director Pan. There seems to be nothing to do today. I will go back and finish the novel. Then I will start to learn the anatomy of the prostate, and then go to the system space to see if there are any useful tools that I can buy. .

During this period, the system, which is a big pig, did not issue tasks. The system space became more and more vivid, and the little fox came to life, but it seemed that after getting rid of the crisis, the system was not so diligent.

This is a salted fish system, Zheng Ren sighed.

Fortunately, my family is quite wealthy. I still have two skill books to upgrade my skills to advanced levels, and I have accumulated a lot of skill points. If necessary, it is enough for emergencies.

While thinking about it, I walked to the emergency ward.

Before he could go in, Zheng Ren's cell phone rang.

The heart rate was 103 beats/min, and Zheng Ren felt flustered and uncomfortable.

When he picked up the phone and saw that it was Xie Yi, Zheng Ren felt a little calmer.

"Zheng Ren, help!" As soon as the call was connected, Xie Yiren's crying voice came from inside.