Early in the morning.
Ye Sigong and the caregiver helped to nurse his father before they left the ward and began their daily ward rounds.
Although it was a county hospital, the hospital beds were full. Most of them were old patients, and a few of them were locals who were going to be transferred to the city for surgery. In general, the patient's condition was not serious, and the treatment was not complicated.
Ye Sigong's face was tense, and he tried to speak carefully. After he finished his ward round, he sighed in relief and sat on the chair in the office. He could not help but feel a little lost.
"Doctor Ye, my father's wound still hurts, and there seems to be some pus …" A patient's family member knocked on the door and walked in.
"I'm about to write a prescription. I'll change his dressing later and see how he's doing. His other indicators are normal now …" Ye Sigong smiled and managed to comfort the patient's family member.
The patient was operated on by the department director, but the department director's skills were not that good. Besides, the patient's condition was not good, and the nursing was not good, so the wound did not heal for more than a week. When the patient's family member came to look for him, Ye Sigong could only explain.
He did not have the authority to do anything further, and he was not confident.
Speaking of which, he was the department director's disciple, but in the county hospital where the department director's disciples had all left, this status did not seem to be considered a glory.
"Attending Physician Ye, are you done with your ward round?" The nurse who entered the door was about the same age as Ye Sigong, but she entered the hospital eight years earlier than him. At this moment, she had a familiar smile on her face and said, "The patient in front of you has an omeprazole needle. We've used it."
"It's gone again. I'll deal with it later. "Ye Sigong knew what was going on, but he did not want to do anything at this moment.
"I've informed him," the nurse said and went out.
"Okay." Ye Sigong did not want to be rude, so he answered. When he picked up his tea, he felt that the freshly brewed tea was bitter and astringent.
"Doctor Ye."
Another greeting came from the door, and Ye Sigong had no choice but to put down his teacup.
Ye Sigong turned to look and saw that it was a pharmaceutical sales representative from Duco Medical Company.
"Manager Fang." Ye Sigong greeted him with a smile.
Compared to the doctors in tertiary Grade A hospitals who worked in the county hospital, Ye Sigong was not as strong-willed. Of course, he still had a psychological advantage.
Duco's pharmaceutical sales representative, Comrade Old Fang, smiled and said, "Doctor Ye, you mentioned that you wanted to go for advanced studies, so I asked around for you."
"Oh, did you get it?" Ye Sigong immediately perked up.
"What do you think about the General Surgery Department of the First People's Hospital of Yun Hua City? For about three months, I'll be given a bonus based on the average salary of the hospital. I can't guarantee anything else. " Old Fang smiled and introduced the treatment, but he was just putting on an act. When the doctors actually entered the hospital, the income of the in-service training doctors ultimately depended on the departments themselves. However, as a reference, there should always be a baseline.
Ye Sigong was slightly tempted.
The technical inheritance system of the county hospital had basically collapsed. The old department director was too old, and his knowledge structure was also outdated. Back then, he only learned how to perform laparotomy, and because of the hospital's limitations, he could only perform cholecystectomy at most. When he was young, he still performed intestinal resection, but over the years, he performed less and less intestinal resection. Not only were there fewer patients who were willing to perform this type of surgery in the county hospital, but the department director himself was also unwilling to perform it.
Originally, the evolution and development of laparoscopy was also beneficial to the county hospital. Laparoscopy had less trauma, and it was easy to take care of patients and doctors. The department director had arranged for two of his disciples to learn laparoscopy a long time ago.
However, because the department director had developed new techniques early, his disciples learned new techniques quickly, and the speed at which the department director's disciples were poached also far exceeded his expectations. Or rather, it was far faster than the hospital's training speed.
This was especially so for the doctors who were assigned to the county hospital in the nineties. After they learned the technique, their first choice was to change jobs.
Up until now, the department had finally returned to the essence of a county hospital, and its status and income were similar to that of a local bank.
For doctors in their thirties like Ye Sigong, it was easy to get promoted. Basically, as long as they passed the attending physician examination, they would be hired by the hospital. It was still a little enviable for them to end up in a tertiary Grade A hospital.
However, it was not so easy for them to learn the technique and work hard.
It was easy to learn how to perform laparoscopy from Yu, but nowadays, how many patients were willing to perform laparoscopy for appendectomies and gallbladders?
The department director was actually too lazy to teach them. What was the point of teaching a few students who knew how to perform laparoscopy? Not only would they snatch away his pitiful number of surgeries, they might even run away in the future.
Nowadays, when Ye Sigong and the others wanted to learn the technique, they almost all went to big hospitals for in-service training.
In this regard, the First People's Hospital of Sea City was a good choice.
Although it was a relatively basic tertiary Grade A hospital, the number of patients was still guaranteed, and the number of surgeries was naturally not low. On the other hand, a tertiary Grade A hospital like the First People's Hospital of Sea City was more humane. If the in-service training doctors knew how to behave, they would eventually be able to make friends. If they were lucky, they could also become familiar with the department directors and associate department directors, and it would be more convenient for them if anything happened in the future.
As Ye Sigong thought about this, he looked at the pharmaceutical sales representative in front of him and said, "The First People's Hospital of Sea City is quite good. About that, about Yun Hua Hospital that I mentioned earlier, are there no more slots? "
"Yun Hua Hospital is in short supply now." Old Fang smiled, but at the same time, he felt a little troubled.
It was not easy to find a doctor. He asked Zuo Cidian about his conditions, and Zuo Cidian asked him to provide a candidate. He could not ask for a condition and then not get any feedback. Even if the feedback was too little, the other party would still feel bad about it. There were no fixed rules when it came to CI. It all depended on the feelings of both parties, and it was a typical case of asking the truth without asking the truth.
And as a pharmaceutical sales representative, he could not offend a doctor like Zuo Cidian.
Ye Sigong did not know what Old Fang was thinking. He smiled and said, "Yun Hua Hospital is definitely in short supply, but I'll only be there for two to three months. The Emergency Department is probably crazy short of manpower now. "
"You want to join Doctor Ling's treatment group. Doctor Ling rarely performs emergency cases nowadays. If you don't mind, and you just need to enter the Emergency Department of Yun Hua Hospital, I really have a way. "Old Fang's words were only half-true.
Ye Sigong chuckled. "It's only two to three months of in-service training, and I can't waste it in the Emergency Department. If it's a little longer, I don't mind spending some effort and doing some manual labor … "
"Two to three months is actually quite good." Old Fang eased the tension between both parties.
"That's true. The benefits of a small hospital. "Ye Sigong gritted his teeth.
This was actually one of their benefits. They could go out for in-service training for a period of time every two to three years. This was also a compromise given by the department director. If they did not give any opportunities to young doctors, it would be meaningless for them to stay in the hospital, and they would have no future. They might even resign and become pharmaceutical sales representatives.
Ye Sigong did not go out for in-service training for the past two years because of his father. Now, he had a lot of choices.
Old Fang chuckled and said, "To be honest, if you came to me half a year ago, I could really get you into the Emergency Department of Yun Hua Hospital. Things are difficult now."
Similarly, there was some bragging in his words, but there was also some truth in it.
At the very least, it was easier to get in-service training in Yun Hua Hospital half a year ago.
Ye Sigong said casually, "What are they stuck on now? Their educational background or their age? "
Doctors from different hospitals had different hobbies. In general, senior doctors would put their ideas into practice most of the time, no matter how ridiculous they were.
For example, some senior doctors liked young people, so they would stick to their age limit. Some doctors had high educational background, so they liked to stick to 985,211. Adding an educational background requirement was not only a requirement for their peers, but also a way to show off.
In addition, some doctors had a specific group of people they hated. In terms of educational background, some doctors hated eight-year medical students, some hated four-plus four medical students, and some did not like those who were promoted to a bachelor's degree. Some of them only wanted to recruit people based on their first educational background.
However, in-service training doctors would leave after a period of in-service training. Most departments would not reject anyone, and those who could make requests had to be strong.
Otherwise, they would become the laughingstock of the industry if they failed in their surgeries even though they had a bunch of elite doctors under them.
Old Fang had been in the field for a long time, and he knew what Ye Sigong meant. At this time, he smiled bitterly.
"Is there something?" Ye Sigong thought of something. "Does this Doctor Ling have a special hobby?"
"No, no." Old Fang did not dare to gossip like this. He quickly said, "You might not believe it, but the Ling Treatment Group hasn't been eating well recently …"
Old Fang gave a detailed description of the situation.
He had no choice but to describe it in detail. If he said too little, he was afraid that strange rumors would spread.
Pharmaceutical sales representatives who wanted to stay in the medical industry would politely decline this kind of thing.
Ye Sigong listened to him. Forget it. He thought about it carefully and said, "So, you're saying that your current requirement is this cooking skill?"
"Yes." As Old Fang spoke, he looked at Ye Sigong and said with uncertainty, "You don't happen to have family cooking skills, do you?"
"No, my father used to be a doctor. My whole family is a doctor. " Ye Sigong paused for a moment and continued, "However, I usually cook for myself at home."
"Do you cook well?"
"My spicy and sour shredded potatoes and curry chicken are not bad."
"Oh …" The hope that had just risen in Old Fang disappeared.
He had already sent videos of a few doctors to Zuo Cidian, as well as tasting the small pastries. But it was obvious that Zuo Cidian was very strict. And under the current training system in the hospital, normal doctors could not practice any cooking skills.
According to Old Fang's thoughts, only doctors who came from a family of chefs and had outstanding cooking skills before high school could meet Zuo Cidian's requirements.
"You can't find a suitable person now?" Ye Sigong thought for a while and asked Old Fang.
"Of course, there are no such people nowadays." Old Fang also felt helpless and said, "Actually, cooking is a small matter, right? There are a lot of benefits when a doctor goes for in-service training, especially for a doctor like Doctor Ling. Let's not talk about other things, Doctor Zuo's request is to bring him along every time he carries out freelance surgery. Based on what I know, an assistant in Doctor Ling's treatment group now gets a daily allowance of 2,000 RMB, and this is a fixed amount. If they also get food allowance, they will get 5,000 RMB for two days outside. In a month, they will get ten to twenty thousand RMB just here. Yun Hua Hospital also has a lot of bonuses … "
Ye Sigong's heart skipped a beat.
Nowadays, an attending physician's monthly income of 30,000 RMB in a profitable hospital or a profitable department was considered a lot. For example, all the attending physicians in the General Surgery Department who dug sh * t would think that sh * t was sweet if they could see twenty thousand RMB.
If he could get an extra 15,000 RMB every month, he would be able to pay for his house loan and his father's nursing fees. Then, he would really be able to relax.
"Okay, I got it. Let's keep in touch." Ye Sigong had an idea in his heart, but he would not tell Old Fang. He just sent Old Fang away.
Old Fang thought that the doctors from the county hospital were just being polite, so he quickly thanked Zuo Cidian a few times before he left the department.
Ye Sigong sat back in his chair and started to look through his phone. In the end, he stopped at the name "Tai Feng Restaurant Chef".
"Old Jiang." Ye Sigong dialed the number.
"Say, how long do you think it will take for me to become a chef?"
"So long? Sigh, we can work more and rest less. "
"Ten hours is nothing. When I was preparing for my exams in medical school, I slept for ten hours every two days. It was the same every year."
"It's definitely not a problem for me to work for half a month. This is a common thing for us surgeons. "
"No, no, absolutely not. I don't mean to look down on you. It's just that this is what I'm thinking. I still have some foundation. In your restaurant, I can study for 20 hours a day for 10 days to half a month. I just want to make delicious and healthy home-cooked dishes. Do you think it's possible?"
"I'm not afraid of being tired! Just treat me as a grandson. As long as I don't hit my head, you can do whatever you want. "
"Hey, what kind of life do you think I'm living in the hospital …"
"Yes, yes, that's right. Wait for me for an hour. I'll apply for leave and come to you."
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