Sunday.
Below the VIP patient building, the dean and a group of university administration committee members stood in a row again.
Huo Congjun stood next to Associate Hospital Director Zhou in high spirits.
Now that the Emergency Department had become an Emergency Medical Center, Huo Congjun's status had increased significantly. Ordinary department directors of small departments had to stand behind him.
Of course, it was only Huo Congjun's self-satisfaction to stand in the front and back. For most of the department directors in the hospital, their minds were not on this.
The thoughts of the Dean and the Deputy Deans were even more scattered.
The hospital director narrowed his eyes. There was a hidden meaning in his eyes. 'I wonder if Chief Wang is satisfied with the treatment …'
Associate Hospital Director A narrowed his eyes and answered with his gaze. 'The initial effect is definitely good, but there's still a chance of a relapse after meniscus surgery. If they want to hold us accountable, we have to discuss a scapegoat in advance.'
Associate Hospital Director B cast a sideways glance at Huo Congjun, and there were literary ribbons dancing in his eyes. 'Huo Congjun is the first choice to take the blame. The Emergency Medical Center will benefit from it, but it can't avoid taking the blame. If there's lightning in the sky, the first choice will be the Huo's needle, the Huo's needle!'
Even Associate Hospital Director Zhou, who strongly supported Huo Congjun, was a little worried at that moment.
For Yun Hua Hospital, a patient like Chief Wang was both an opportunity and a challenge.
If the surgery was successful, it would be an opportunity. If the surgery failed, it would be a challenge.
However, unlike the joy of the moment of success, the failure of the surgery would be tested by time. Sometimes, even if the surgery was successful, the prognosis might not be good due to various reasons. Even if everything in the perioperative period was perfect, a few years later, other problems might arise, and the patient might come to the door.
The only difference was that if an ordinary person sought to make up for it afterwards, it would be considered as a medical dispute. However, if a high-ranking official sought to make up for it afterwards, it would be very scary.
What the hospital director and the others were most worried about now was that Ling Ran's previous surgery was very successful, but now, there was a recurrence.
The most unacceptable thing was that Chief Wang had helped to promote the establishment of the Emergency Medical Center, which might have made him even more unhappy.
The Dean and Deputy Deans kept winking at each other, but they still couldn't come up with a reasonable plan.
The leaves of the Chinese parasol tree in front of the VIP patient building fell one by one, like dental calculus being washed off.
Some of the blackened holly was bunched up into a ball, like an old blackhead.
There was no patch of land in the garden. It was protruding here and there like a pimple.
The headmaster stared at the parts of the garden that were not covered by plants, worried that they would cause today's meeting to fail.
The hospital director and the others were shocked, and their adrenaline secreted.
The dean and the others shuddered as adrenaline rushed through their veins.
Chief Wang's secretary was the first to get out of the car, but she turned around and closed the car door properly. She came over and asked, "Is Doctor Ling around?"
"Ling …" The hospital director's mind went blank for a moment before he turned around and asked, "Where's Ling Ran?"
"Ling Ran."
"Of of Ling Ran.
"Ling Ran Doctor.
"He'll definitely see it when he comes."
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"Old Huo, didn't you send someone to inform Doctor Ling?" Associate Hospital Director Zhou tried to resolve the situation.
"Yes, we did. We can't accommodate him here, so we asked him to wait in the ward." Huo Congjun chuckled a few times, and he managed to hold back from scolding someone.
Associate Director Hospital Director Deputy director naturally, Ling did not Ling Ling Ling. he..
His subordinates picked up their phones and called Ling Ran.
Huo Congjun watched quietly and said, "Ling Ran is very busy. He will be impatient if he waits in the ward."
After a while, someone came to explain, "Ling Ran has returned to the Emergency Medical Center."
"I'll talk to Chief Wang." Huo Congjun took the initiative to take the responsibility.
His position was neither high nor low. He was at the right age to take the blame, but he would not be criticized by the leaders. He also had the physical strength to be criticized …
A group of hospital administration committee members silently watched Huo Congjun walk to the Alfa.
After a while, Huo Congjun came back in one piece. He looked at everyone's expectant eyes and said, "Chief Wang is going to the Emergency Medical Center to see Ling Ran."
"Ah, how can we do that?"
"Why don't you call Ling Ran over?"
"What's going on?"
However, the resistance of the hospital director and the others was meaningless. They watched the Alfa start up again. Everyone rolled up their pants and rushed to the Emergency Medical Center.
First floor.
Ling Ran was in the treatment room, doing follow-up checks on patients who came on time.
Follow-up in the country was usually done by phone. Most of the content was also questions. Only a small number of patients would be asked for regular follow-up or come for follow-up on time.
However, there were only a few tertiary Grade A hospitals in the country that could do this. Only a few hospitals, such as Peking Union Medical College Hospital, could do it for a long time.
One way to distinguish between excellent tertiary Grade A hospitals and weak tertiary Grade A hospitals was to look at their follow-up. In excellent tertiary Grade A hospitals like Peking Union Medical College Hospital, all patients had to do follow-up, and in weak tertiary Grade A hospitals, stories were often heard like this: There was once a patient who suffered from XX. He did not listen to me and insisted on going home. Later, when I saw him again, he was already terminally ill …
In fact, it was just a process of follow-up.
Yun Hua Hospital was considered to be at the standard of hospitals in the country. Research-based follow-up was often done. Administrative follow-up and special follow-up were occasionally done, but institutionalized routine follow-up could only be done on the surface.
This time, Ling Ran was equivalent to a special follow-up with a little research nature. After making a phone call, he invited most of the patients to come over.
Although only three-quarters of the patients came for follow-up on time, the treatment room was basically full.
When Chief Wang came in, he saw a large number of patients and Ling Ran, who was immersed in the patients.
"Doctor Ling, Chief Wang is here." The cadre of the Medical Affairs Department quickly came behind Ling Ran and reminded him.
"Okay." Ling Ran rewrote the medical records of the patients in his hands, then stood up and looked at the door.
Chief Wang leaned on a cane, and next to him was his young granddaughter, Wang Hui. She held his arm obediently.
"Doctor Ling, I'm here for follow-up." Chief Wang curiously looked at the patients around him, smiled, and said, "Are you really doing follow-up?"
"What else?" Ling Ran looked at Chief Wang strangely.
Chief Wang was stunned by the question, but in the blink of an eye, he smiled again.
With his life experience, he could find one hundred different answers to Ling Ran's question just now.
However, in the face of Ling Ran, who was serious, Chief Wang really did not want to use these answers to confuse the world.
"There are very few doctors who are willing to do follow-up." Chief Wang smiled. He was a person who often did research, and he knew all kinds of matters and troubles during follow-up.
Chief Wang was also a little surprised that Ling Ran could be patient enough to do follow-up and do this kind of work that other doctors thought was useless.
Ling Ran smiled without feeling anything.
For him, although surgery was interesting, it was always good to look at scans and try to make some diagnoses.
Chief Wang voluntarily blended into the crowd and did the follow-up together.
His young granddaughter, Wang Hui, widened her eyes and looked at Ling Ran, as if there was one less person to look at.
"Your meniscus has recovered very well. There's no problem." Ling Ran gave another round of explanations and did a few physical examinations.
Although he had already been recognized by professional doctors, when Chief Wang heard Ling Ran's words, he still felt relieved.
"By the way, I brought a friend over this time. He's also here to take a look at his knee." Chief Wang finally finished his follow-up and introduced another patient who came with him.
Zuo Cidian winked at the back. 'If there's one, there'll be two. If there's income, there'll be more …'
Unfortunately, Ling Ran could not see through a single sentence.
However, the patient who came with Chief Wang bowed to Chief Wang and turned around. Because he had been bowing for a long time, his knee hurt so much that he could not stand up …
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