Professor Feng, our plane has already reached the stratosphere. " The stewardess in the two-class cabin walked briskly to Professor Feng Zhixiang's side. She squatted down to show him how much money was spent on the first-class cabin, which was twice as expensive as the business class cabin.
Professor Feng Zhixiang, who had long become a platinum customer of the airline, opened his eyes, nodded, and said with familiarity, "Give me a cup of water and a cup of tea."
"Okay. Do you want hot water? "
"Yes, thank you." Feng Zhixiang then opened the hot towel the stewardess gave him and wiped his face with all his might. He then said to his disciple, Guo Mingcheng, who was beside him, "Have you looked at the CT scan? How is it? "
Guo Mingcheng, who had just been promoted to associate chief physician, was not even forty years old yet. He did not feel uncomfortable flying. He energetically took out a document bag and passed it to Feng Zhixiang. He said, "From the CT scan, the problem is quite serious. Portal hypertension, cirrhosis, and nodular hyperplasia …"
He was also a doctor who had just come down from the operating table. He took the opportunity to look at the patient's CT scan while he was on the way. He read the patient's medical records a little earlier, which was why he accepted the freelance surgery.
He accepted the freelance surgery because he was doing research on hepatectomy for portal hypertension. On the other hand, the freelance surgery fee offered by the other party was quite good.
Feng Zhixiang was a little tired. It had been a while since he last performed surgery. He was now the associate hospital director and the department director of the General Surgery Department. He also held various positions in various national committees and edited books. With the energy of a seventy-year-old man, it was impossible for him to take care of everything at the same time.
However, Feng Zhixiang would still perform two or three guided surgeries every once in a while.
If he did not perform surgeries, he would lose his status and leave the life of a surgeon. This was something Feng Zhixiang could not tolerate. On the other hand, his students had already grown up. If an associate chief physician like Guo Mingcheng was released, he would immediately become a department director in a local hospital.
In fact, a doctor like Guo Mingcheng did not need to worry about his future at all.
Guo Mingcheng had been honing his skills with Feng Zhixiang for many years. A doctor like him had the ability to increase the number of surgeries in a hospital to two thousand within a year.
To a doctor like Guo Mingcheng, performing three surgeries a day and guiding and covering three surgeries was a common occurrence.
There were not many doctors like Guo Mingcheng in most of the hospitals in the country. Therefore, for most hospitals, as long as Guo Mingcheng was willing to go there, it would not be a problem even if he had to build a new department. At most, they would just need to allocate some hospital beds, nurses, and doctors.
As for patients, there was no end to the patients in a big city.
However, no matter how good a doctor was, he had to be extremely careful when he faced complicated cases.
The human body was very complicated. In an era where there were still fatalities during appendectomy, the risk of hepatectomy was obvious.
Guo Mingcheng had lost four patients in the past six months. Fortunately, everyone in the hospital was very supportive of him, and Feng Zhixiang even promised to let him participate in the compilation process of the new edition of teaching materials after his project was successfully completed.
Even though it was not a national textbook, it was still attractive to Guo Mingcheng.
"According to the electrocardiogram, there's also a slight heart failure." Guo Mingcheng shook his head. "It's dangerous for him to be in such a condition at his age."
Feng Zhixiang opened the CT scan, looked at it, and said, "The patient has a strong sense of pain, and his quality of life is not good, but he is very willing to undergo surgery. After you arrive at Yun Hua Hospital, explain the situation to the local doctor. "
"Actually, I should have asked him to transfer here. I don't know how Yun Hua Hospital's postoperative management is. With the patient's condition, if he's not careful after the surgery, he might suffer postoperative hemorrhage and enter the uterus for the second time. "
"Medical insurance is in Yun Hua." Feng Zhixiang emphasized and said, "Old people at this age, even if their children are rich, most of them are not willing to let them pay for it. If they have to pay for it themselves, many old people would rather not have surgery. "
Guo Mingcheng hummed in acknowledgment.
China's unique freelance surgery was, to a certain extent, another attempt at social self-management.
For most people, the medical insurance in China restricted their mobility.
Not only could the medical insurance in the province only be used in the province, but some places also restricted patients to see a doctor in a designated hospital in the area before they were transferred to another hospital.
This meant that some minor diseases that were not suitable for transfer, such as appendicitis, cholecystitis, Achilles tendon repairs, and so on, could only be treated in local tertiary Grade A, secondary Grade A, or even secondary Grade B county hospitals if they wanted to use medical insurance.
Doctors and medical insurance makers always hoped that minor diseases would be treated in small hospitals, and major diseases would come to large hospitals.
However, for patients, why must they study the integration of traditional Chinese and Western medicine in small hospitals with 450 marks in their college entrance examination? They could not get into postgraduate studies, and were forced to work in local hospitals under the arrangement of their parents? Attending physicians who were not willing to learn, but wanted to earn money for medical consumables, and relied on their experience to get promoted?
Whose gallbladder stones were not their own human treasures?
Even if it was the most basic prenatal screening, the probability of doctors in large hospitals being able to detect congenital diseases was hundreds or even thousands of times higher than doctors in small hospitals.
Freelance surgery solved the problem of medical insurance in different places.
The best doctors could carry out difficult surgeries or normal surgeries in hospitals that were not that bad, and they still needed rest time. The high income from freelance surgery also restored the doctors' finances and dignity …
Even a high-end professor like Feng Zhixiang would occasionally go out for freelance surgery. It was impossible for him to live on a salary of around ten thousand RMB and medical expenses every month.
Both of them talked about the case on the plane for a while, and it could be considered as a preoperative consultation.
Feng Zhixiang was old, and he soon fell asleep with a blanket. Guo Mingcheng, who was the chief surgeon, read the information for a while and took a short nap before the plane landed.
Both of them did not bring any luggage. When they got out of the arrival hall, they saw a sign with the words "Professor Feng Zhixiang" raised high.
"You must be Ding Fan's family member." Feng Zhixiang, who had tidied up, looked dignified, and the sluggishness of an old man could not be seen at all.
"Yes, yes, I'm Ding Zhong. Professor Feng, we met when we were in Beijing. Director Li from Century Tianjia introduced me to you. "The second son of the Ding family tried to establish a connection.
Feng Zhixiang smiled and nodded.
In Feng Zhixiang's position, it was very common for people to ask for help, especially when hepatectomy was going to be performed. It was a matter of life and death. For a family member, they would try their best to find all the connections they could. Feng Zhixiang could understand this.
Besides, he did have some impression of Director Li from Century Tianjia, whom the second son of the Ding family mentioned. Therefore, even though he did not have much of an impression of the middle-aged man in front of him, he still showed a slight smile.
"Hello, Mister Ding." Feng Zhixiang shook hands gently and said, "Let's go to the hospital first, and we can talk on the way, okay?"
"Okay, okay." When Ding Zhong saw that Feng Zhixiang was quite easy to talk to, he secretly sighed in relief. Then, he brought out the experience of a businessman and touched Feng Zhixiang's ear to talk to him.
When they got on the bus, Feng Zhixiang's expression was already very comfortable.
Most of the time, he was happy when he was flattered and talked to.
Ding Zhong got a Coaster bus, and the other three families sent one person each to wait on the bus. This could be considered as letting the family members meet the doctor in advance. At the same time, Department Director He Yuanzheng from the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery also brought a doctor to welcome them.
Feng Zhixiang was experienced and knowledgeable, and he had met all kinds of family members. When he saw the patient's family members, he first comforted them. After chatting for a while, he said, "I have performed many similar surgeries. Your father's condition is quite complicated, and it is because of this that we need to perform this surgery … Of course, the surgery is still very risky, so you must be mentally prepared … "
If Guo Mingcheng said the same thing, the patient's family members would definitely not listen to him.
However, when Feng Zhixiang, who looked mature and steady, said it, the patient's family members were much more at ease.
When Feng Zhixiang said the pleasant part, Guo Mingcheng stood up and talked about the risks of the surgery and the patient's dangerous symptoms.
Then, Feng Zhixiang said something pleasant, and they almost arrived at Yun Hua Hospital.
"Since Professor Feng is here, we can rest assured." Ding Zhong looked at the others and said, "I looked up a lot of information, and it is said that Professor Feng is the best in the General Surgery Department in our country …"
"I don't dare to say that he is the best." Feng Zhixiang chuckled and interrupted Ding Zhong.
Guo Mingcheng furrowed his eyebrows slightly. Doctors of their generation were annoyed when they heard patients looking up information on their own.
There was too much specious information on the Internet, and it was troublesome to explain. Most importantly, sometimes doctors really could not argue with the information on the Internet, but they knew that the information on the Internet was wrong, which made them even angrier.
The smile on Ding Zhong's face did not fade. "Professor Feng, you are too humble. As family members, we are relieved to see a doctor like you. We will leave my father's illness in your hands. "
"Sorry to trouble you." The other sisters quickly went forward and said good things.
Feng Zhixiang comforted them a little more before he entered the building of Yun Hua Hospital.
All the doctors from the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery and some other doctors who came to watch the show had already gathered in the hall.
"Let's do the work first, then chat." Feng Zhixiang smiled, but he did not want to chat at all. He went straight into the operating theater, sat in the changing room, and panted.
"Professor, how are you feeling?" Guo Mingcheng served him carefully.
"I'm fine. I'm a little tired. " Feng Zhixiang smiled, then sighed and said, "After I send out this batch of people, it will be time for me to retire."
"Thank you for your trouble, teacher." Guo Mingcheng looked ashamed. He knew that the professor meant that his apprentices would be in charge of their departments alone. As a doctor, being in charge of a department alone could be said to be the situation where it was the easiest for him to perform well.
However, departments were not the same. The departments of big hospitals in Beijing and the departments of local tertiary Grade A hospitals were two different concepts. The best situation was naturally to stay in the hospital and inherit Feng Zhixiang's legacy …
When he thought of this, Guo Mingcheng's emotions gradually calmed down.
He was already equipped with the appropriate emotions for surgery.
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