* Shick … *
Huo Congjun stepped open the door of the operating theater and hummed a song on his way to the changing room.
"The blue sky, the clear lake, the green grassland …"
As he sang, he looked at the other operating theaters, just like a rancher looking at his flock of sheep.
All the doctors in the Emergency Department knew that when Huo Congjun sang Tengri's song, it meant that he was in a good mood. However, he rarely sang Heaven.
"I love you, my home … my home, my heaven …" Department Director Du, who was in Operating Theater 4, listened to the climax and sang along softly. He then instructed the resident doctors under him, "Press the patient down. The abscess is quite deep. I'll use a puncture to look for it first …"
Su Jiafu, the anesthetist, simply filled in a few medication data on the computer and saved it. He smiled and said, "Department Director Du, I'll go to Theater 1 to take a look."
"Okay." Department Director Du used a long needle to poke the patient seriously. He did not even raise his head.
Su Jiafu chuckled as he walked out of the operating theater. He thought, 'The hospital should force surgeons to do psychological intervention once every six months.
He stepped open the door of Operating Theater 1, but the tense situation he imagined did not appear.
Su Jiafu sighed softly. It was good that there was no quarrel in the operating theater. Anesthetists were already overloaded with work, and they could easily die from overwork. It would be too hard for them to stop the quarrel.
At the same time, Su Jiafu secretly praised Huo Congjun. He did not expect the famous Second Pao in the hospital to be so good at ideological work.
He sat comfortably in his chair, turned on the computer, and began to write medication records.
"I'm done here. There's only one more thread left." Ling Ran let go of his hand and shouted, "Wipe my sweat."
The young nurse, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately used a white gauze to wipe the sweat on Ling Ran's temples and forehead. The serious look on her small face was rare.
Zhao Leyi was so envious that his face turned green. He took the opportunity to laugh. "When I was a resident doctor, I had to ask if I wanted to wipe my sweat."
He was a flexible man. After working in the hospital for so long, he naturally could not learn from the children and play the game of "if I don't speak, it means I'm angry".
Being rude was the label that Zhao Leyi wanted to hang on Ling Ran.
Ling Ran did not say anything, but the young nurse was unhappy. She said, "When you were a resident doctor, there was no reform yet, right? People of our generation can say whatever they want. Doctor Ling, don't learn from his fake politeness. "
Zhao Leyi, who thought of himself as fair and healthy, swayed a few times under the attack. He tried hard to refute, "I'm only in my thirties this year. I wasn't even born when the reform was announced."
"Is the reform and opening up that early? I don't even know. "The nurse pouted and turned away, ignoring him.
The nurses in the department were managed by the head nurse, but in the hospital, there was a nursing department. Even if a doctor became a chief doctor, he could only give advice to the head nurse and could not directly interfere with the work and management of the nurses.
Therefore, attending physicians like Zhao Leyi could tell dirty jokes when they had nothing to do. Even if the young nurse wanted to ignore him, he could do the same.
Zhao Leyi coughed twice helplessly and lowered his head to do his own thing.
"Vascular clamp."
"Scissors."
Only Ling Ran's voice was left in the room.
This time, Zhao Leyi was sure that Ling Ran really needed to call out the instruments. Otherwise, the scrub nurse, who had never come into contact with the M-Tang technique, would not know what to pass to him.
When he thought of this, Zhao Leyi sighed secretly.
He knew why Huo Congjun valued Ling Ran. In fact, although he was very angry, if he were a department director, he would also value such a doctor.
In the hospital, doctors were the least valuable, but they were also the most valuable.
There were nearly one hundred and fifty thousand clinical undergraduates and nearly twenty thousand clinical master's graduates in the country every year. They hoped to enter tertiary grade A hospitals in the country, but there were only a few non-related undergraduates recruited every year. For hospitals, interns came and went like consumables. Resident doctors and even ordinary attending physicians were not rare. If one left, they would hire another, and they could earn more favors.
However, doctors who were able to make a name for themselves in a region and were able to make achievements in a single disease were very welcomed by hospitals.
Using vulgar monetary terms to express it, interns would get a monthly allowance of 600 to 1,200 RMB. Resident doctors before housemanship would get about 2,000 RMB a month. After housemanship, resident doctors would only get a few thousand RMB. Attending physicians would get around 10,000 RMB, and attending physicians would get a lot of money. Only departments like the Orthopedics Department and Ophthalmology Department, which were rich, could hope to get 30,000 RMB.
In comparison, a doctor who had made a name for himself would have to pay more than 5,000 RMB for one surgery in another hospital. If the surgery took a long time or the surgery required a lot of money, it was normal for a freelance surgery to cost 10,000 RMB or 20,000 RMB for a freelance surgery (if the patient was sent flying). Better doctors would even ask the local hospital to prepare two or three surgeries at a time and finish them in one go, so that they would not be tired from traveling.
As for the doctors' job-hopping, it was now a clear price. If a surgeon had experience in performing one thousand surgeries in an advantageous surgical method, many hospitals would be willing to pay one million RMB or two million RMB to poach him. The learning cost of each surgery was 500 RMB or 1,000 RMB, and it was much cheaper than training the surgeon themselves.
Because of this, the penalty for doctors who were associate chief physicians in the Hand Surgery Department of Yun Hua Hospital generally rose to five million RMB. Even so, there would still be all kinds of rumors every year, and after two or three years, one rumor would be confirmed.
From this point of view, the medical field and professional sports were also similar.
Interns and housemen were at the beginner stage, and their monthly income was only enough for them to barely survive. Senior resident doctors and attending physicians were equivalent to entering the lowest level of professional league. They had to train and improve themselves, and they also had to work hard on the field. In the end, they could only earn enough to support their families. Doctors who were associate chief physicians could only be considered to have a status in the medical field, but they were still at the stage where they were not as good as the best. If many people left the team they worked for, they might completely leave the circle.
Only those doctors who had made a name for themselves, or at least were famous in the industry, had the space to choose and a relatively generous income. Correspondingly, there was the appearance of transfer fees …
Zhao Leyi lowered his head and looked at the patient who was still lying on the ground. He thought, 'This guy is the touchstone of the department director, and he will probably get the best treatment.'
Once his hand function recovered to expectations, Huo Congjun could at least build another operating theater.
"It's all done."
As Ling Ran spoke, he began to examine the patient.
At this time, the doctors who returned to the operating theater could not hold back their curiosity, and they surrounded him.
Ling Ran only minded his own business as he carefully searched the sutured wound.
As someone who would check whether the windows were closed before going out, Ling Ran naturally looked more carefully before he sent the patient out.
Zhao Leyi also hastened the operation.
His job was simple to begin with. He covered the parts that shouldn't be exposed with dressings, closed the parts that shouldn't be exposed, and separated the parts that shouldn't be hugged. After ensuring that the physiological indicators were relatively stable, he could let go of her.
Finally, before Ling Ran left, Zhao Leyi threw away the forceps and said, "I'm done here."
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