Make money!
These two words are relatively sensitive.
Everyone wants to make money, but they are too embarrassed to say these two words.
Gentlemen love fortune, in a proper way.
However, under the current environment, most doctors in the past few years still relied on gray income to support themselves. It has gotten better in the past two years, but doctors of the same level cannot compare with doctors in other countries in terms of income.
Xia Hua glanced at the patient's family. The anesthesiologist knew what Xia Hua meant. He smiled, stopped talking, and quickly sent the patient to the ICU.
After placing the patient, Xia Hua told the ICU doctor about Boss Zheng's instructions before leaving with the anesthesiologist.
"Brother Huang, how do you think Boss Zheng makes money?"
"Guess." the anesthesiologist asked mysteriously.
"Salary plus bonus, even in the Imperial City, is high, 20,000 to 30,000 a month is the top. Medicines... are basically dead now. Consumables... there will be no profit after the two-invoice system and zero bonus next year. Flying knives, surgeons basically rely on them now. The knife is flying." Xia Hua said.
"You are so short-sighted," the anesthesiologist said proudly, "Boss Zheng makes money by giving lectures!"
"lecture?"
"The new TIPS surgery project has already opened two trainee classes." The anesthesiologist said, "I heard this from one of my classmates. He works in Jizhong, and their director of the interventional department just went to study."
How much money can it have? Xia Hua didn't understand what the anesthesiologist meant.
The anesthesiologist looked at Xia Hua's confused look and felt proud. This was the effect he wanted.
When he first learned the news, he should have been more surprised than Xia Hua.
"Let me tell you this, my classmate is in a well-known tertiary hospital in central Hebei Province, with more beds than us." The anesthesiologist said: "The director of the interventional department was called by Director Zhou from the Imperial Hepatobiliary Department."
Xia Hua could imagine it.
That side is just a few hours away from the Imperial Capital by train. People from the Imperial Capital don't need to take a plane when they go out to throw knives, they can just get there by high-speed train.
However, the Imperial Capital Hospital was a top-notch hospital, and Xia Hua longed for it.
The director didn't even dare to think about when he would be called by the director of the Imperial Hepatobiliary Hospital, which would be considered very powerful.
"He didn't want to go at first because he had a lot of work at home and couldn't handle it. But then Director Zhou got really angry! He called him and scolded him."
"Brother Huang, this is too exaggerated." Xia Hua looked at the anesthetist's cheerful gossip and interrupted him helplessly, "Did you guess that you were scolded?"
"Look, it's true that you have light eyelids." The anesthesiologist said with a smile: "This is what the director of the interventional department said at the wine table after he returned."
“…”
"I'm so proud that my saliva flies several meters away," the anesthesiologist said.
“…”
"He said that on the first day he went there, he didn't know what happened. Director Zhou called them all there at six o'clock in the morning. Guess what they were practicing?"
"What?" Xia Hua was stunned. Are you still practicing
"Practice greeting Boss Zheng!"
“…”
This time Xia Hua really wanted to cry.
Boss Zheng can come as soon as he comes, why do we still need to practice
"At the beginning, the director was not happy either. But the arrogant Director Zhou of Imperial City said that when he went to visit Boss Zheng, he had to stand and wait in the corridor. The only person with a seat, guess who ?”
The emperor's hesitant and high-ranking director all have to stand in the corridor waiting for Boss Zheng like a little doctor? This shelf is too big.
Xia Hua thought about the scene at that time and yearned in his heart that people would just be like that.
"At that time, Boss Zheng brought a chair out, and only the lame supplies dealer manager from before could sit."
Xia Hua felt that he must be tired and had auditory hallucinations.
The arrogant chief director of the Imperial Capital was standing aside. How dare that little shabby supplies dealer sit down? Boss Zheng is using the bean buns as dry food.
He swallowed hard and whispered: "This is a bit too much."
"My level is good. Later, I heard that Director Zhou Chunyong said this when he was seeing off the directors from various places. He patted his chest and said that he was convinced."
"ah?"
You don't even have a chair, and yet you're still convinced? Is it possible that the lame supplies dealer manager is also a master
"Director Zhou said that after asking around later, his legs were injured during the earthquake relief work... You didn't go, right?"
"No."
"Boss Zheng was the first batch to enter the epicenter. Later, before the road was opened, he carried the wounded out despite the aftershocks and started rescue operations directly at the nearest Pengxi Township Hospital."
Xia Hua was silent.
"There are so many injured people. How many consumables can a rural hospital have? As soon as Boss Zheng called, Manager Xiao Feng opened their company's warehouse and went straight there with all the consumables."
"I was shot through the thigh by a steel bar on the way. I drove to Pengxi Township Hospital and went into shock."
Xia Hua had no experience and could not imagine it. But just listening to it brought tears to my eyes.
"Director Zhou said that as long as Manager Feng doesn't do anything harmful to the world, from now on the consumables of Imperial City's liver and gallbladder, at least in their ward, will be made by Manager Feng."
The anesthesiologist smiled and said, "I'm just talking nonsense, and I haven't talked about the lectures yet. Among these students, the domestic director was forced in by Director Zhou because of his relationship with Boss Zheng."
“…”
This was too ridiculous, but Xia Hua didn't say anything. There were too many unbelievable things and he couldn't accept it anymore.
"The largest number at that time were foreign professors, each with a lecture fee of 300,000 US dollars. It is said that the second batch has increased to 500,000 US dollars, and there are no seats left. Upon hearing this price, the directors all felt that they should welcome Boss Zheng That’s right. Bow, wouldn’t you give me 300,000 or US dollars instead?”
Xia Hua continued to burst into tears.
"Teaching two lectures and watching a few surgeries, Boss Zheng can earn a little less than 100 million yuan! It's a favor from Professor Gao that I came to perform surgery on your old man. Who cares about you?" said the anesthesiologist. Finally, this is the point.
Is this really the case
If the anesthesiologist had said this a few hours...or even two hours ago, Xia Hua wouldn't believe it.
But now, Xia Hua has no doubt at all.
The surgery I did was really awesome!
Laparoscopic surgery + interventional surgery directly "recovered" a critically ill patient who needed second-stage surgery.
I had never expected this type of surgery, not to mention that my initial diagnosis was wrong.
Xia Hua was silent.
"Xiao Xia, your old man is lucky. I estimate he can live for another year." The anesthesiologist said, "By the way, don't forget to call the anesthesiology department and ask for an emergency consultation. I'm afraid you won't be able to breathe on the stage. , requiring emergency intubation."
"Oh, oh, I'll do it when I go to the operating room."
Although these words are a bit unlucky, they are all doctors and have long been used to it.
No matter how many auspicious words you say, it is not as good as a good operation. The anesthesiologist just wanted to see the operation and get a taste of Boss Zheng's fairy spirit.
Xia Hua understands this.