After performing two surgeries, telling seventeen or eighteen jokes, and flirting with each other, Ren Qi could be considered to have blended in with the atmosphere of the General Surgery Department.
The General Surgery Department was the top department in Yun Hua Hospital, and it was the department that had produced two hospital directors in the past. This could be seen from the area of the ward, the number of beds, and the number of doctors. It was a very powerful department.
To win his heart, Wei Qing brought Ren Qi for a ward round the next morning and proudly introduced everything about the General Surgery Department to him.
Wei Qing swung his arms like a male lion that did not have enough fur and was acting like a lion. "In terms of area, the General Surgery Department is ranked among the best in the hospital. There are three floors above and below us, and they are basically all the wards of the General Surgery Department. As for our treatment group, we have thirty-two beds now. After you familiarize yourself with it for a while, you will be in charge of the beds … "
Thirty-two beds was the approved number of beds, and it was considered a lot for a treatment group. If Wei Qing added more beds, he could get more than fifty beds. Based on the daily working schedule of three to four days, he could receive one hundred patients in a week. Wei Qing could not be blamed for being proud and showing off.
However, Ren Qi was thinking about Ling Ran's treatment group. If he included the approved number of beds from the hospital and the departments, Ling Ran's treatment group had more than two hundred beds. Even though the patients' symptoms were more severe and the long-term hospitalization policy caused the turnover of beds to be slightly slower, it was still more than twice the number of patients Wei Qing treated, and he did not even include the number of beds that the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery could "lend" to Ling Ran's treatment group.
Ren Qi thought about the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery, Zhang Anmin, and himself, and he became absent-minded again.
Wei Qing looked at the middle-aged fat Ren Qi and felt that his double chin looked very silly.
Wei Qing felt helpless. To rope in Xiang Zhijie, the other associate chief physician, Wei Qing finally let Ye Sigong, who could cook and looked smart, go.
Wei Qing thought that a doctor in his thirties who was undergoing in-service training in a county hospital would not be too bad, so he pulled Ren Qi over. At this moment, he was inexplicably worried. 'Don't make me regret this.'
"Our patients come from a very wide range. Now, not only patients from Changxi Province, but patients from the surrounding provinces also come to us when they have the chance. If there's a chance, I'll take you to the VIP clinic. The registration fee of a few hundred yuan is quite good, "Wei Qing said with a smile on his face again.
Ren Qi also smiled and nodded. He thought, 'Doctor Ling's current patients come from South Africa and the United Kingdom all year round, and the patients in the country are from all over the country.' The fame of the Achilles tendon repair technique and hepatectomy was not a joke …
When Wei Qing saw that Ren Qi's expression was rather humble, he nodded gently and said, "You used to work in the General Surgery Department, so you should be familiar with the surgical methods. But our hospital's requirements are stricter, so we'll give you more surgeries in the future. As for you, don't be lazy. You have to seize the opportunity. You have to work overtime and be on duty more often. That's how you can improve. "
Ren Qi smiled and replied, "Yes."
Wei Qing emphasized, "You must pay attention to the number of surgeries you perform. When you were working under Ling Ran, did you manage to be the chief surgeon four or five times a week?"
"Yes."
"But this assistant's job cannot be neglected, understand?" Wei Qing pretended to emphasize his words, but in reality, it was just that there were very few opportunities for chief surgeries, and the demand for assistants was high.
Ren Qi answered obediently and said softly, "When I was in the Emergency Department during the later stages, I performed around eight surgeries a day on average. I can handle it."
Wei Qing was shocked. "You performed eight surgeries a day?"
He wanted to ask, 'Did the others not perform surgeries?' However, he was afraid that his image would be tarnished, so Wei Qing swallowed his last sentence.
Ren Qi felt that it was time to show his talent, so he said, "After the Emergency Department started performing gastrectomies, it's basically me and Old Ye who perform them. We usually perform forty surgeries four to five days a week. Since most of them are laparoscopic surgeries, the patients are discharged quickly … "
Wei Qing's lips twitched a little. He was also busy in the General Surgery Department every day. He only knew that Ling Ran performed a lot of surgeries, but he did not know that Ling Ran had trained his subordinates so well.
Forty surgeries a week was basically equivalent to ten hospital beds being used up in rotation. In fact, after taking into account all kinds of unexpected factors and the existence of holidays, ten hospital beds were definitely not enough. They might need fifteen hospital beds.
Since Ren Qi and Ye Sigong were doing this together, it meant that the two of them could get rid of the number of hospital beds that Wei Qing controlled.
When he thought about this, Wei Qing's expression did not look too good.
"You can still persist doing this?" Wei Qing did not really believe it.
Ren Qi was actually a little puzzled by his state over the past few days. When he performed surgeries with Ling Ran, he came into contact with new things every day, and he felt that he was improving every day. It was as if he was really addicted.
The environment was also a deciding factor.
The doctors in Ling Ran's treatment group were all young people. Not only were they single, but they also did not like to go home. Everyone saw a goal in life, and they were all willing to perform surgeries in the hospital to hone their skills. If they performed eight surgeries a day, it was actually just so-so.
If one were to say that the hospital was tiring, it would not be as tiring as when one was taking a college entrance examination. After all, most of the doctors still focused on output, and input required initiative, and it would really wear down their willpower.
Doctors in large-scale tertiary Grade A hospitals were able to endure for ten years, and to a certain extent, it was because they never stopped learning. Sometimes, it was just like studying when they were taking a college entrance examination.
Ren Qi stayed in Ling Ran's treatment group and received similar edification day and night. Slowly, he got used to it.
Doctors who were chief residents would still be chief surgeons for a year.
However, Ren Qi felt that Wei Qing looked like a common person, and he was also a common doctor. He was not young anymore, and he reckoned that he did not quite understand the so-called ideals and ambitions.
Ren Qi did not want to change his mind. He went along with Wei Qing's words and said with a smile, "The Emergency Medical Center is actually quite happy to give me money. I used to cheat in the hospital just to earn money."
"You're right." Wei Qing started to feel that it was not bad to keep Ren Qi. Even if he knew how to cook, he could cook. He still needed to rely on proper doctors to be able to endure hardships and endure hardships.
Wei Qing cleverly changed the topic. "Let's go back and meet up with Old Xiang's team. We can take care of each other in the future."
"Okay," Ren Qi answered without hesitation.
The next day.
As expected, Ren Qi and Old Ye met up.
Both of them looked at each other with their eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
Students who worked behind enemy lines were in a good mood when they could see colleagues who knew each other well.
"Doctor Ye, tell us the situation." Xiang Zhijie put his hands behind his back and walked to Wei Qing. He said in a low voice, "Let me show you something amazing."
At this moment, Ye Sigong reported the medical case in a clear voice.
"The patient is a sixty-eight-year-old male with recurrent diarrhea. One week ago … Pulse 77, respiration 20, blood pressure 132 to 94 … Percussion confirmed by tone …"
Ye Sigong's lengthy medical report went on for five to six minutes.
The rarest thing was that the man's estimates were all correct.
Ren Qi did not expect Ye Sigong to have this trick up his sleeves. Perhaps it was because Old Ye did not show off when he was in the Emergency Medical Center …
Meanwhile, Xiang Zhijie seemed to have gained an additional labor force. He chuckled beside Wei Qing's ear. "You couldn't tell, right? This man's memory is really good. I wonder if it's because he practiced cooking."
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