"A new ward." Dou Hetong stood in the new ward area of the Emergency Medical Center with a face full of emotions. While he applied alcohol-based hand sanitizer on his hands, he asked Zuo Cidian beside him, "Are they all under Doctor Ling's management?"
"Of course. All the wards in your field of vision belong to the Ling Treatment Group, and they are all under Doctor Ling's management. "Zuo Cidian was very proud.
"They are all doing nosocomial infection management according to Doctor Ling's requirements?" Dou Hetong said in slight disbelief, "Department Director Huo agreed to it?"
Zuo Cidian chuckled and said, "Department Director Huo's goal is the entire Emergency Medical Center, and the wards belong to Doctor Ling."
Dou Hetong was very envious when he heard that. He clicked his tongue and said, "Alright. We are all young people, and Doctor Ling has already taken the lead. "
As he spoke, Dou Hetong shook his head with great emotions.
Zuo Cidian looked at him and did not say anything. As a middle-aged man who was approaching his fifties, he did not resonate with Dou Hetong's sentiments at all.
"It's not cheap to do nosocomial infection management according to Doctor Ling's requirements." Dou Hetong took a few steps forward and looked at the situation in the ward. He then said, "There are so many wards, and if we are frugal, we might save a lot of money."
There was an underlying meaning in his words. The thing that infection doctors were most afraid of was frugality.
Of course, the doctors in the field of infection control would usually call it "improper frugality".
In short, some of the good qualities of the doctors in China before the nineties were not applicable after the SARS outbreak. Common problems such as changing instruments on a regular basis, replenishing with quick-drying disinfectants and even dry toilet paper, and even overfilling medical waste bags were all problems that the Department of Infection Control abhorred.
However, hospitals and departments all had their own costs. Many hospitals in the country implemented full cost accounting, which caused everyone in the hospital to have the thought of saving money.
In other words, even if the medical staff did not want to save money, they still had to save money if their superiors did not allocate instruments and supplies to them. For example, if there were only so many medical waste bags sent to them every week or month, and they did not fill them up, what would they do if they ran out of supplies in the future?
However, Ling Ran's requirements for nosocomial infection were obviously not suitable for frugality.
After the Emergency Medical Center was established, the expenses of alcohol-based hand sanitizers in the Emergency Medical Center were several times higher than before.
Based on the scale of the Emergency Department before this, such expenses were still within the budget range.
However, when Dou Hetong saw that there were more than one hundred hospital beds in front of him, he was not sure whether Ling Ran could still continue with his previous strategy. Of course, Dou Hetong hoped that Ling Ran could continue with his previous strategy.
The Department of Infection Control had very little funding. Most of the time, each department had to pay for the cost of infection control on their own.
To the Department of Infection Control, hospitals that could spend a lot of money on infection prevention like Ling Ran's Emergency Medical Center were basically big customers.
Hence, while Dou Hetong hoped that Ling Ran could stick to his strategy and expand it, he was also worried that if he expanded it too quickly, Ling Ran would not be able to pay for it, so he lowered the requirements for nosocomial infection.
Zuo Cidian looked at Dou Hetong, the young doctor from the Department of Infection Control, who seemed to be worried about his personal gains and losses. He felt like laughing instead.
Although not long ago, Zuo Cidian was also worried about the possible expenses of the Ling Treatment Group, after he saw the income generated by the Ling Treatment Group, Zuo Cidian was no longer worried about this.
As a middle-aged doctor who came from a town hospital, Zuo Cidian had the luxury of spending money like water and signing all kinds of bills. In comparison, a doctor from the Department of Infection Control in a tertiary Grade A hospital was the standard pauper from the Department of Infection Control.
"Just use the previous standard." Zuo Cidian decided to give Dou Hetong a free reassurance. He could not afford it anyway.
As expected, Dou Hetong became happy. "Are you sure? By the way, where is Doctor Ling? "
"Doctor Ling is busy with surgery." Zuo Cidian chuckled and glanced at Dou Hetong before he said, "Doctor Ling has been quite busy lately."
"Then, should I wait?" Dou Hetong looked in the direction of the operating theater. As a doctor from the Department of Infection Control, he had done things like waiting for other doctors to apply alcohol-based hand sanitizer. Waiting for other doctors to finish their surgeries was nothing.
Zuo Cidian chuckled again and said slowly, "You won't be able to wait. Doctor Ling now carries out another surgery right after he finishes one."
"In that case …"
"Just do your work first. Doctor Ling will pay attention to the work of the Department of Infection Control."
Dou Hetong chuckled in embarrassment. "The Department of Infection Control's presence is weaker than that of a nurse, right?"
Zuo Cidian said in a profound tone, "If you say that, it's not politically correct."
Dou Hetong was instantly stunned.
Zuo Cidian gave him a sneak attack and said, "Doctor Ling attaches great importance to infection control. Just do your job well."
"Hmm … Yes, I've only seen Doctor Ling who brings two bottles of alcohol-based hand sanitizer with him." Dou Hetong nodded quietly and comforted himself. 'A person like Doctor Ling is obviously from my generation, and the Department of Infection Control should cherish him.'
After bidding farewell to Zuo Cidian, Dou Hetong walked around the ward area of the Ling Treatment Group.
The ward area was newly renovated, and there was still some smell that had not dissipated. Dou Hetong immediately put on his mask and took out a pair of thin gloves to wear before he continued to walk in.
In some of the wards, the patients bought air purifiers at their own expense and inhaled the air desperately, but no one knew if they were useful.
The patients who received the M-Tang technique and Achilles tendon repair surgery were the most common, followed by the patients who received finger replantation and arthroscopy.
There were fewer patients who received arthroscopy because the recovery rate was fast, so most patients were discharged after being hospitalized for three or four days. Even if they did not stay in extra beds, patients did not want to stay in the hospital for a long time.
There were fewer patients who received finger replantation because Ling Ran had reduced the number of finger replantation surgeries. His current surgical targets were patients with three or more severed fingers. Even with Yun Hua Hospital's reputation, they could not provide a few such cases every week.
Besides, they had to face competition from other hospitals.
"Hmm …" Dou Hetong scrunched up his nose. He had gotten used to the smell of renovation materials, and when he suddenly smelled a fragrance, he felt a little unaccustomed to it.
Dou Hetong walked faster. He walked past a few wards in a row before he found the source of the fragrance in the dining hall at the end of the corridor.
There was a basin of braised pig trotters that was as tall as a mountain.
The basin was big enough for kindergartners to bathe in, and the pig trotters were bigger than kindergartners' feet. Judging from the way the pig trotters were stewed until their bones were exposed, they were probably softer than kindergartners' feet.
Dou Hetong sniffed. The rich aroma made his stomach growl.
"A new ward event. One pig trotter is 22 RMB. It will rise back to 28 RMB next week." A strong man carried another basin of pig trotters out with great difficulty. He smiled and placed a QR code on the table.
"22 RMB …" Dou Hetong touched his pocket and hesitated for a moment. The Department of Infection Control did not have any income like surgery fees. Their bonus was 30% off based on the average amount of the hospital's bonus. Compared to the nurses, they did not receive nursing benefits and allowances for the length of their nursing years. It was definitely enough for them to eat, but if they wanted to buy a house and save money, they had to be thrifty.
"Forget it. I'm on a diet today." Dou Hetong sighed and shook his head.
The strong man nodded nonchalantly. He glanced at Dou Hetong and said, "A man needs to look thin when he's dressed, but when he's undressed, he'll look meaty. Look at you, you can eat some beef or something."
As he spoke, someone shouted from inside, "Where is he?"
The strong man smiled at Dou Hetong and quickly responded. He went inside and brought out another basin of meat.
Dou Hetong was secretly shocked. "Why did you guys cook so much?"
"Our pig trotters are very famous," the strong man said and placed a stack of disposable lunch boxes on the table.
"What do you do? You're good when you're famous." Dou Hetong remembered Ling Ran's reputation, which was like the sun at high noon. He fantasized about what kind of life he would have if he was at Ling Ran's level. He would probably be able to buy a pig by eating pig trotters, and he would not be able to finish spending a month's worth of surgery fees.
"I'm going to perform surgery. Be alert, everyone." Inside the restaurant, an even stronger man walked out. He looked straight ahead, and as he walked, he put on a white coat.
Dou Hetong recognized the iconic figure of a fit man at first glance. He quickly called out, "Doctor Lu."
"Oh … Hello." Lu Wenbin turned around and pulled out the Gucci belt around his waist with a smile on his face. He did not remember Dou Hetong, and it was not appropriate for him to say it out loud.
"You're going for surgery? With Doctor Ling? "Dou Hetong asked.
"Yes, there's a surgery using the M-Tang technique." Lu Wenbin's smile grew wider. He had performed three hundred surgeries using the M-Tang technique with Ling Ran, and the results were outstanding. Now was the time for him to show his results.
Dou Hetong quickly said, "Can I go with you to take a look? I want to talk to Doctor Ling about nosocomial infection. "
"Nosocomial infection … Alright, I'm just afraid that Doctor Ling doesn't have the time." Lu Wenbin did not say much. He twisted his Zegna and ran toward the operating theater.
Dou Hetong immediately followed him. He was still thinking about what he could say to strike up a conversation with Lu Wenbin, but he saw that Lu Wenbin's footsteps were already so fast that he looked like he was in a race.
When he arrived at the Operating Area, Dou Hetong was even more confused.
The doctors from the Ling Treatment Group occupied two operating theaters. Not only were there chief surgeons and assistants, but there were also quite a number of medical interns and onlookers.
As Lu Wenbin washed his hands, he pursed his lips and said to Dou Hetong in a friendly manner, "The Ling Treatment Group has received a lot of international patients recently. There are also many from other provinces who came to seek treatment. Doctor Ling is a little overwhelmed. If you have something to say, just say it briefly."
"Oh." Dou Hetong nodded dumbly, but he stared at Lu Wenbin's hand movements and was ready to correct any mistakes.
Unfortunately, even after watching for a long time, Lu Wenbin's hand movements did not make any mistakes. Dou Hetong did not know whether he was disappointed or in agreement. He raised his head and asked, "When will Doctor Ling be done with the surgery? I can look for him later. "
"Today's surgeries are scheduled until midnight."
"Midnight? I can't. I need to sleep early at night, "Dou Hetong mumbled and asked," What about tomorrow? "
Lu Wenbin turned around and glanced at Dou Hetong. He finally asked, "Which department are you from?"
"Nosocomial infection."
"Oh … Department of Nosocomial Infection." Lu Wenbin was relieved and said, "Doctor Ling will leave for the Third People's Hospital tomorrow morning. You still won't be able to see him."
"Third People's Hospital? Yun Hua Third People's Hospital? They're from the Hospital for Infectious Diseases, right? "
"Yes. Doctor Ling is obviously famous in the field of infectious diseases. I don't know the details." After Lu Wenbin said that, he went out.
Dou Hetong stood in the bathroom, and countless thoughts popped up in his mind. The first thought was about the infection management of the Third People's Hospital, and the "huge" income from freelance surgeries.
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