Not long after the surgery, Chief Ma woke up.
Zhang Anmin, who was in charge of guarding Chief Ma, quickly sent a message to Ling Ran and asked about his well-being. "Chief Ma, how do you feel?"
"Is the surgery done?" Chief Ma looked around, and his brain was updating the information in real time.
Zhang Anmin nodded and said, "The surgery is completed. There was very little blood loss during the surgery, only a little more than 100 milliliters, so there was no blood transfusion."
Although he was not an immortal with no blood, only 100 milliliters of blood loss during a liver tumor surgery was enough for him to brag about for a year.
Because of this, Zhang Anmin's tone was solemn, and his facial expressions and movements were relatively on point. He felt good about himself and bragged about Ling Ran.
Chief Ma looked puzzled. "Surgeries require blood transfusion, right? Isn't blood transfusion better?"
Zhang Anmin's masticatory muscles tightened for two seconds before he showed the ugly smile of a middle-aged doctor again. "There is no need for blood transfusion. There is always a risk in blood transfusion. Now, the amount of blood loss during the surgery is so small that it does not affect your body at all. This is actually a very good state … "
Chief Ma closed his eyes wearily and relaxed his body. He interrupted Zhang Anmin's flattery and asked, "Where is Doctor Ling?"
"Doctor Ling is still performing surgery. He will be here soon."
Chief Ma said, "Oh."
Zhang Anmin listened to Chief Ma's gradually even breathing and sighed in his heart. Then, he picked up his nameplate as an associate chief physician and looked at it.
This nameplate could still comfort his heart for the time being.
"Are you awake?"
Ling Ran's voice could be heard at once.
"I woke up. I talked to Doctor Zhang for a while, and then I fell asleep again." An anesthesiologist's assistant came out of nowhere and sold him a cheap price before Zhang Anmin could speak.
"Thank you for your hard work." Ling Ran handed over a yogurt. Just like in the operating theater, this was one of the additional costs for Chief Ma.
The anesthesiologist's assistant had a ponytail, and he was so happy as if he had gotten a pony. He smiled and said, "Thank you for the yogurt, Doctor Ling. I will lick it."
Zhang Anmin had goosebumps as he listened by the side. He thought, 'This is too much! How can you say that? '
Zhang Anmin coughed and shouted, "Chief Ma, Chief Ma …"
Chief Ma slowly opened his eyes.
Ling Ran looked at the monitor and casually flipped through the records. He did not find anything that required attention, so he asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
When Chief Ma saw that it was Ling Ran, a smile appeared on his face. He checked his condition and said, "I don't feel particularly unwell. It's just that my body feels heavy, so I'm not here."
"And then?"
"My head feels a little stuffy."
Ling Ran nodded. "It seems normal for now."
Then, Ling Ran said to Zhang Anmin, "Send him to a general ward."
"Why a normal ward?" Chief Ma raised his head.
"Chief Ma …" Zhang Anmin hurriedly said, "A normal ward is relative to the ICU. It means that your postoperative condition is very good, and you don't need to have tubes inserted. After that, you will be sent to the VIP patient building to recuperate for a few days, and you will recover soon."
Chief Ma was relieved. He lowered his head and smiled. "That's good. It really doesn't hurt."
"The anesthesia hasn't worn off yet," Zhang Anmin said as he called the nurse to send Chief Ma out.
The young nurses in the recovery room moved quickly. No one wanted to leave Chief Ma alone in the ward.
The leaders of the hospital might benefit from the treatment of government officials, but for the medical staff at the lowest level, it would only bring trouble.
The First People's Hospital of Yun Hua City's previous development strategy was to engage in high-end medical treatment. They were also the first hospital in Yun Hua City to set up VIP clinics and VIP wards. They even sent the best doctors and nurses there. In the end, they lost their skills, income, and medical staff. Doctors with good skills were more willing to stand and earn money. They would eventually stand up if they knelt to their skills, but it was hard to say if they knelt to the rich and powerful.
On the other hand, the price of medical treatment in China was indeed cheaper than in Europe and the United States, but high-end medical treatment was not expensive enough. So much so that when high-end hospitals started doing business, they soon realized that their income was not as high as normal medical services. But if they wanted to raise the price of so-called high-end medical treatment, there would be too few patients who could accept it. In the end, only a few of the top hospitals in the country could do well in high-end medical treatment. The others were just putting on a show.
In fact, the top forces in the medical industry had always competed globally.
Of course, patients like Chief Ma were another kind of high-end patients.
Just look at the number of people waiting in the ward.
When Ling Ran was performing surgery, or rather, when Chief Ma was performing surgery, at least two rows of people came to visit one after another.
Because Chief Ma was not around, almost all of these people were unwilling to leave. The hospital could not afford to offend them, so they could only open a few more empty wards and stuff all of them in.
Only in the VIP patient building could such conditions be met.
There were also many people waiting outside the operating theater, so much so that when Chief Ma was sent back to the ward, his relatives and friends followed him dozens of meters away.
The patients who passed by were worried. "Do people send funerals directly from the hospital nowadays?"
…..
Madam Ma stayed by her husband's bed with satisfaction.
After sending all the people out, Chief Ma fell asleep again. When he woke up, Madam Ma could not help but take out her notebook and whispered, "This time, Old Huang did not come."
"He went to the countryside." Chief Ma struggled to open his eyes and said.
"His wife did not go to the countryside. Also, Section Chief Li, who used to deliver vegetables to our house, is Old Huang's man, right? He did not come either," the horsewoman said.
"Could it be a mistake? So many people came."
"I asked the people in the hospital to check the surveillance, and they confirmed that he did not come."
"Is that so …" Chief Ma pondered, "Speaking of which, Old Huang has been going up a lot recently."
"That's right. Oh, by the way, don't think too much. We'll talk about it later. Doctor Ling said that you must ensure enough sleep now and try to be discharged in three days. This kind of patient lives the longest."
Chief Ma hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you sure I don't need chemotherapy?"
"No need. He said that the tumor is very small, and the degree of malignancy is not high. You can go to work normally after this." Madam Ma put her palms together and said, "I'm going to go back and pray to Goddess of Mercy. I had such a serious illness, but I was cured in a few hours. I have already told Master Lu that I will donate 166,666 RMB to the temple this year and ask him to keep the first incense stick. Master Lu also agreed. "
When Chief Ma heard that he did not need chemotherapy, he got rid of his last worry. He could not help but let out a long sigh and said, "I have to thank Doctor Ling."
"I understand." Madam Ma nodded and said, "I will ask Young Wang to give the chief surgeon 2,000 RMB and some fruits to the others."
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