Su Yun curled his lips, and his sharp eyes fell on the face of Director Wu of the mental hospital like a knife through the black hair on his forehead.
Dean Wu felt particularly uncomfortable when they saw him. He felt like he was being hit by the freezing cold wind, causing a vague pain.
He didn't know why the two doctors in front of him looked at him with such sharp and hostile eyes.
We are all in the medical circle. Is there anything we can’t communicate well in private
From the experience of various consultations and appraisals that Director Wu has experienced, they should talk and laugh with themselves very kindly at this time, and throw the responsibility to the patient and the patient's family.
Besides!
The most important thing is that Director Wu doesn't think there is anything wrong with the mental hospital.
The diagnosis of mental illness initially requires a physical examination. He has read the relevant medical records and has definitely not ignored it.
At first, the head CT showed no space-occupying lesions, but half a year later, shadows appeared. This was a "coincidental" brain tumor.
The cause and effect are very clear. It is the patient's family members who are making unreasonable troubles and preparing for trouble. It was also the intention of the Municipal Health Bureau to seek consultation from a higher-level hospital, so that everyone could stop talking.
After all, it was an opinion given by experts from the Imperial City, and I think the patient’s family would also agree with it.
But seeing the expressions of the two young doctors, Dean Wu had a bad feeling in his heart.
Is it possible that they knew each other from the patient's family? That expression made it clear that he was here to find fault!
He was a little angry, but after all, he had been working hard in society for some years, so the city still had this.
I endure it!
We have to see what these two doctors with their elbows turned outward are going to do, Dean Wu thought to himself.
"Let's take a look at the medical records and other examinations first." Zheng Ren said lightly.
The two printed medical records were handed over to Zheng Ren and Su Yun. They flipped through the pages very quickly. Dean Wu felt disdainful and felt that they were not careless at all.
They must come to consultation and diagnosis with bias, otherwise they would not be able to read the medical records so quickly.
"There is a problem." Su Yun said.
"Well, let's take a look at the film from that time." Zheng Ren said while flipping through the medical records.
Dean Wu's heart sank.
"I'm going to get the film." He suppressed his anger, whispered, and then left the room.
The film was actually next door, held by the doctor at the mental hospital. Nanshan City has made all preparations, and cannot let the experts in the Imperial City be unhappy by leaving anything behind.
But Dean Wu did not go to get the film. He went to the office of the deputy director of the Health Bureau in charge of this matter, knocked on the door and entered.
"Director Zhao, why do those two imperial capital experts look so targeted? They are not friendly at all." Dean Wu said directly after entering the room, regardless of whether there was anyone in the room or not.
Director Zhao was the one who had just greeted Zheng Ren and Su Yun. Because he had other things to do, he did not participate in the process of reviewing the medical records and discussing them.
All he needs is a result.
Hearing what Dean Wu said, Director Zhao was a little surprised. The person who came to report on the work was very knowledgeable and left as quickly as possible and closed the door.
"How to say?"
"Director Zhao, it was fine when you were here. As soon as you left, after I reported the medical history, both of our faces dropped." At this time, Dean Wu could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and said angrily.
"Don't worry, did they say anything?"
"No, but I feel that they must be here to find fault. It is impossible for our mental hospital to invite experts from the Imperial City. They are just here to check for related diseases. The diagnosis of brain tumor is already very clear. I really don't know why they want to find fault. Picky."
Director Zhao pondered for a few seconds and said: "It's impossible. I've asked about the doctor who came today. He is the recently popular boss Xiao Zheng in the Imperial Capital. He was parachuted directly to the Imperial Capital 912 from Dibei Province..."
Having said this, Dean Wu was startled.
Not local doctors, or the kind who stay in the hospital after graduation, but airborne from Dibei Province? !
As a veteran who has been involved in the medical circle for decades, Dean Wu has a clear understanding of the situation of personnel who can stay in major tertiary hospitals in the imperial capital.
Not many people can stay after graduating with a PhD, or it would be an understatement to describe them as rare.
The imperial capital is so big, a doctor is nothing! Neither can the doctor in my family. No matter whether he is the leading professor or the director, he has no right to keep anyone here.
Even if the dean wants to keep his students, it depends on chance and whether there are any strong people who want to stay in the hospital this year.
The number of places each year is limited, extremely limited.
This is true for all doctors in my family, let alone the introduction of talent.
Does the imperial capital need to introduce talents? Foreign professors are still possible, but not many foreign professors want to return to China.
Doctors abroad work less and make more money. There are many people who have sharpened their brains and gone abroad. But I don't see any doctor who returns home and is exhausted every day. His quality of life has plummeted, and he has no dignity to focus on treating diseases and saving people.
Everything is abnormal and there must be a demon.
Dean Wu looked at Director Zhao doubtfully.
"I asked, and the Imperial Capital told me that the people who came today will definitely be able to solve the problem. I asked them to fax over the specific information."
Director Zhao made a phone call and talked about the situation. Bureau Zhao was still facing him. Dean Wu could hear the underlying meaning of Bureau Zhao's words, and he felt somewhat at ease.
But soon, Director Zhao's expression became solemn, and then became exciting.
Dean Wu was startled. He was already enveloped by an ominous premonition.
"Director Wu, the doctor here is from the interventional department." Director Zhao hung up the phone and told him the unbelievable news.
"Intervention..." An unknown fire burned in Dean Wu's heart.
He originally thought he was an expert professor in neurosurgery, but he didn't expect he was an interventionalist!
"Do you know why?" Director Zhao asked unhurriedly.
"Dean Yan from 912 personally handled this matter. He is qualified as a general practitioner. It is said that this is a condition for settling in 912."
Things kept getting weirder and weirder. It was Vice Dean Yuan who originally said hello, and what Lin Ge ran up and down for a while to complete turned out to be what he saw in front of him.
But this way of presenting the news was obviously more powerful. It was like a powerful left hook that directly hit Dean Wu's vitals.
"Boss Zheng went to 912 with the Nobel Prize project. What do you want?" Director Zhao sighed and said, "Dean Wu, don't worry, people will definitely not find fault with you."
Don’t make the meaning of this too clear—Nobel Prize candidates, those who will definitely become academicians in the future, are you finding fault with the Nanshan Mental Hospital
If you do this, there is something wrong.