A doctor in a large white coat walked quickly in the blue and white corridor. The sound he made seemed to be able to make the devil's ivy on the flower rack tremble.
A devil's ivy that had lost its leaves curled up its branches desperately, as if it could recall its limbs that had been taken away by doing so.
The spider plant next to it also suffered heavy losses, but it still used its intact body to comfort the devil's ivy.
A few patients who were pushing an infusion rack stared ahead in a daze. They walked extremely slowly, and they were so bored that they did not even want to move their lungs.
He Yuanzheng pushed open the fire door and walked to an empty corner. He took out his phone, and when the call was connected, he asked impatiently, "Is Old Huo's heart failing?"
The person on the other end of the phone paused for two seconds before he sighed and said, "Don't think about free food falling from the sky, alright?"
"No?" He Yuanzheng was a little disappointed.
"Yes, he's cursing people with an oxygen mask on."
"Pretending?"
"Yes, a lot of people are talking about it, but you didn't receive any news at all?"
He Yuanzheng was stunned and asked, "A lot of people? How many people are there?"
The friend on the other end of the phone was also stunned. The amount of information in this conversation was a little too much.
"A well-informed pharmaceutical sales representative should already know about it. I reckon that the entire hospital will know about it soon, but he's hiding it from his family." The voice on the other end of the phone paused for a moment before it said, "Now that you know about it, don't think too much about it."
"How can I not think about it? Sigh … "He Yuanzheng sighed. He was also a well-informed person in the past, and he was the one who told such news to his friends.
The other party could only comfort him, "Look on the bright side. If Ling Ran performs fewer hepatectomies, you'll have more opportunities in the future."
He Yuanzheng said sarcastically, "That's because he's doing it faster. Besides, Zhang Anmin is starting to get up, and there aren't enough hospital beds."
The difficulty of surgery was extremely high. On one hand, too much information and key points needed to be obtained through hands-on operations. This made it difficult for doctors who were good at reading to improve themselves directly. At the same time, it also greatly increased the cost of learning. On the other hand, surgeries were performed on people, and the pressure and responsibility of participating in the surgery were extremely heavy. This made the opportunity cost extremely high.
In other industries, as long as technicians were ruthless and humble, they could quickly get promoted.
In the field of surgery, being ruthless and willing to lower one's status was only a sufficient condition for one to learn skills. Therefore, many general surgeons in hospitals needed more than ten years to grow. If they were not ruthless and did not have a good temperament, there were plenty of people who would not understand even after working for twenty years.
However, all these obstacles had an extremely good solution: a good master.
If there was a good teacher, then the key points that he could impart and the information that he could provide would be above average. Secondly, if he encountered any danger or obstacles during the surgery, his master would also come to help.
Moreover, the stronger the doctor was, the more he dared to let his apprentice do whatever he wanted.
This was especially so for those doctors who had excellent skills. They knew very well where the boundaries of their skills, their apprentices, and their patients' skills were. There was no doubt about the protection they could provide.
Many students from top hospitals in Beijing, even though they did not earn as much as a renovation worker, voluntarily became 007 and endured the immense pressure day after day. Why?
If one were to understand it in a secular way, it would be equivalent to them putting all their belongings in the hospital, and the hospital provided them with extremely high returns on "financial management". As long as these students could work under the top professors in top hospitals for one more year, it would be equivalent to them receiving 100%, 200%, or even 1,000% of the "financial management" resources.
Therefore, they only hoped to stay as long as possible. When they really could not persevere anymore, they would leave these top hospitals and top professors to fulfill their investment.
Yun Hua Hospital was originally a top hospital in the region, but many students from famous universities also came to "financial management". Now, with the addition of Ling Ran, the income instantly exploded.
For doctors like Zhang Anmin, who had started as attending physicians, because of the large amount of capital they had, they now had a lot of capital.
In this regard, He Yuanzheng could not do anything, and his friend was even more helpless.
After comforting him a little, the other party ended the call. He Yuanzheng could only put away his phone and stare at the devil's ivy in the corridor for a few seconds before he resolutely went to the Emergency Medical Center.
Emergency Medical Center. Ward.
In the independent ward, Huo Congjun chuckled and chatted with people.
The visiting hours were over, and Huo Congjun's family members were all chased away by him with a sullen face. Those who could come to the ward were all medical staff who found an excuse to come.
He Yuanzheng was thinking about something. He lowered his head and walked into the corridor. When he was about to reach the ward, he noticed that Department Director Kang from the Cardiovascular Surgery Department was walking toward him from the opposite side.
Both of them stopped at the same time.
"Department Director Kang." He Yuanzheng greeted him and could not help but think, 'I just wasted a lot of time, and I walked slowly. This means that Old Kang got the news later than me.'
"Department Director He." Department Director Kang also greeted him and thought, 'I just blamed myself for too long, and I walked slowly. This means that Old He got the news later than me.'
"Hahaha." Both of them laughed at the same time again.
"Department Director Kang, please go first."
"Department Director He, please go first."
"Let's go together." Both of them held each other's arms and walked into the ward together like best friends.
Huo Congjun and the others in the ward could not help but look at Department Director Kang and He Yuanzheng.
Everyone had the same thought in their minds at the same time. 'Ling Ran is really awesome!'
After a routine greeting, Department Director Kang and He Yuanzheng prepared to leave with slightly regretful expressions.
At this time, Department Director Lei from the Medical Affairs Department hurried over.
"The hospital director is here." Department Director Lei nodded at everyone.
In tertiary Grade A hospitals, the hospital director had much more authority and status than the associate hospital director. The medical staff in the ward instantly became chaotic.
"When is he coming?" someone asked.
"One minute." Department Director Lei did not have much of a smile on his face. "He should be at the elevator now."
Huo Congjun's face immediately fell. 'Is he here to denounce me?'
Before he could think clearly, the hospital director had already brought a few people in.
"Old Huo, did you pass the Gates of Hell?" The hospital director's smile was filled with a hint of comfort, warmth, and wildness.
Huo Congjun's hand slowly moved to the position of his heart.
"Look at your electrocardiogram. You're recovering well. No wonder you came out of the ICU so quickly." The hospital director laughed and glanced at the monitor from the corner of his eyes.
The monitor used in a single ward in Yun Hua Hospital was one hundred times more expensive than the lie detector used by the CIA. It accurately reflected Huo Congjun's emotional changes in real time.
Huo Congjun's lips trembled for a moment. He lowered his head and looked at his hand. It was the hand he used to slap the table a few days ago, and the hand he used to pretend to have heart failure today. It was also the hand that was connected to the monitor.
He could not help but rub his hand on the bed sheet and said with great effort, "No … not yet."
"Not yet?" The hospital director looked incredulous.
Huo Congjun said sincerely, "No, I haven't passed the Gates of Hell."
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