"If I take a picture, you won't detain me, right?" Department Director Hu looked at the people moving around below and suddenly made an untimely joke. Zuo Cidian smiled when he heard that.
"Go ahead and take a picture, it's fine. Alright, you can take a look around first. I'll go down and help. "
He did not wait for Department Director Hu's reply. He jogged into a tent, changed his clothes, and washed his hands in one go. When he came out again, he was already wearing a cap and a mask. Then, he entered the tent with the word "Outpatient" hanging on it to report.
The volunteer medical treatment area in Twelve Springs Village was basically built according to a field hospital. But in reality, volunteer medical treatment did not require a large number of trauma rooms, and it was also impossible for them to focus on trauma and other aspects. Therefore, the engineers from Yunli Medical Company did a lot of reconstruction work on the spot.
In fact, until now, there were still more than a dozen engineers from Yunli Medical Company staying in a tent and continuously making on-site improvement plans.
For Yunli Medical Company, they were already operating the project as a "temporary hospital". Even though up until now, no one was sure where the profit point was, the chairman obviously did not care about the profit point. Instead, he cared about the specific management department. Over the past few years, Ling Ran had also earned a lot of money, especially since Yunli Medical Company's live streaming system was just around the corner. Naturally, he would not go against the two of them on such a "small matter".
On the contrary, since the budget was sufficient, and there were on-site needs for research and judgment, the temporary hospital project was carried out very smoothly. The complicated structural design and other plans still needed some time, but just the preliminary preparations had already made the project team realize that a temporary hospital and a field hospital were two completely different ecosystems.
Naturally, Ling Ran did not need to care about these things.
From a certain point of view, doing volunteer medical treatment was a spur of the moment decision, but from another perspective, it was also something that he had always wanted to balance out.
When a doctor's rank became higher and he became more famous, the patients he came into contact with would also be of a higher level. This was not only because there were more freelance surgeries, more academic conferences, and more junior doctors. It was also because the difficulty of registering for outpatient consultations had increased, and the price of scalpers' tickets had increased. For people who were sensitive to the price, it would be much more difficult for them to find famous doctors.
Ling Ran grew up in Lower Groove Alley. Most of the neighbors he saw were people who were not willing to buy scalpers' tickets or could not afford freelance surgeons. If a year or two ago, many people could still find Ling Ran by queuing for a number or other means, then now, if they did not look for someone like Ling Jiezhou, the difficulty had increased to a very high level.
Of course, the patients he treated during the volunteer medical consultation were usually in relatively mild conditions, but Ling Ran did not really care. He quite liked the sense of order that came with complicated surgeries, and he also liked the sense of control that came with simple diagnoses.
"It's probably a gallstone. Surgery is needed to remove it." Ling Ran had already screened the patients he received. He read the reports and did a physical examination. Then, he took out the hospitalization form and asked, "Do you need surgery?"
"Do you need money?" The patient and his family members were also very direct.
"Elective surgery, yes," Ling Ran said. This was also a decision that had been discussed in the department. If they did not need money, not only the people in Twelve Springs Village and the area nearby, but also the patients in Yun Hua City who had been diagnosed would be willing to come over for treatment. For many people, this was equivalent to getting tens of thousands of RMB for free.
At this time, the patient and his family members who received the consultation were also hesitant. The family members argued in discomfort, "Didn't you say that the volunteer medical consultation is free?"
"Diagnosis, examination, and emergency treatment are free. As for elective surgery, you can choose a suitable time to go to any hospital at the foot of the mountain for it. You can also see if you can do it here, but the cost is the same." Ma Yanlin felt displeased and refuted. After a long time, the situation they encountered was similar. Even if the patients and their family members knew that the program was not free, they would still argue with each other.
Ling Ran, on the other hand, did not care. The environment in Lower Groove Clinic was better than the environment of the volunteer medical consultation, but there was a limit to how good it was. This was especially true for the situation of the neighbors. Ten years ago, they also fussed over every ounce for money, and they would save whenever they could. Of course, they still fussed over every ounce now, but it was mainly the elderly who would save whenever they could.
The patient walked away hesitantly.
After a while, another patient with enteritis came, but he only prescribed medicine.
Then, another patient with arthritis came, and he could only write a referral form. But judging from the way he looked, most of the time, he was not willing to see the patient.
"Can you perform surgeries here?" Another patient sat down and asked.
"Only some of the surgeries can be performed. What's your problem?" Ling Ran said and asked Ma Yanlin, who was next to him, for medical records.
This was also the difference between volunteer medical consultation and ordinary diagnosis centers. Although there were many patients who came to Yun Hua Hospital for the second time or repeated consultation, there were still many patients who came for the first time. The patients in Twelve Spring Hill Clinic were different. Aside from emergency cases and problems such as flu and fever, the rest were almost all old patients.
Ma Yanlin swung his hand and took out a thick paper medical record. He then swiped the patient's ID card before he said, "Twenty years of knee swelling and pain, and he has always been treated conservatively."
"Let me take a look." Ling Ran was not in a hurry. He took the medical record and flipped through it from the beginning to the end.
He flipped through it quite quickly, and he seemed to be enjoying it.
Unlike ordinary doctors who would actively or passively read a large number of medical records during their growth, Ling Ran did not have to do this step. But at this moment, he seemed to be quite interested.
The patient and his family members looked at each other and sat down obediently.
The patients who were queuing at the back stayed outside the tent, and they did not know what was going on inside. Some of them could not stand in the queue, so they went to the tent next door where there were fewer people. Volunteer medical consultation had always been a relatively free environment, and the ratio of medical staff was higher, so the order was not affected.
Ling Ran looked at it for a while, closed the medical record, and looked at the patient's electronic medical record before he asked, "Do you want to perform surgery?"
"I want to, but I don't dare to." The patient was about sixty years old, and he stuttered, "I heard that after knee surgery, it will still be broken in a few years."
"That's possible." Ling Ran nodded.
"Then … it's not useless to perform surgery."
Ling Ran looked at the patient strangely and said, "Your knee is already broken, right?"
"I can still walk."
"This is the broken knee," Ling Ran said seriously.
The patient understood. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Then, can you do it?"
"Yes."
"Do it in the tent?"
"Yes."
"The tent … is a little too …"
"Although the sparrow is small, it has all the organs. The conditions of your county hospital can't compare to the standards of this temporary hospital. "
When the group of people first arrived, the volunteer medical consultation was just a normal volunteer medical consultation. It mainly consisted of diagnosing patients, prescribing medicine, and administering fluid transfusions. However, with Ling Ran and Yun Hua Hospital's cooperation, the scale of the volunteer medical consultation in Twelve Springs Village began to increase. Now, the operating theater had been equipped. At the very least, common general surgeries could be performed, and complicated surgeries could be handled first before they were transferred to another hospital. With the help of the helicopter, the treatment ability was not weak at all.
Of course, the most important thing was that Ling Ran and the others were in charge. Surgeries did not actually need to have high requirements. Before the eighties, doctors in China could often complete quite advanced surgeries under very backward conditions. Although the effect might not reach the top level of modern medicine, it was not a problem for them to be at the first-class level.
At the end of the day, the most important thing in surgery was the surgeon's skills and experience. Equipment was important, but doctors who were slightly better knew how to make choices according to the situation. When the conditions were good, the doctors could naturally choose more radical or more comprehensive plans. When the conditions were not good, they would naturally have corresponding judgments.
In the temporary hospital in Twelve Springs Village, the problem was even simpler. Ling Ran performed the surgeries that were suitable for him and sent away the surgeries that were not suitable for him. There was also a helicopter to transfer the patient to another hospital. The effect of the volunteer medical consultation could be said to be quite good.
The patient was a little tempted. He looked at Ling Ran and said, "Doctor Ling, you must perform the surgery yourself. If not, I won't do it."
"Sure." Ling Ran naturally had no objection. Knee surgery was just a small surgery for him.
Ma Yanlin thought too much. He looked at the young woman behind the patient and deliberately asked, "Why must Doctor Ling perform the surgery himself?"
"Because Doctor Ling is the only doctor who finished reading my medical record," the patient said.
Ma Yanlin was stunned. "There is no need to finish reading your medical record … Your disease is very simple."
The patient said, "But Doctor Ling finished reading it."
The few doctors in the tent were speechless.
(End of this chapter)
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