Ling Ran walked to the ICU and asked about Jin Huo, who had just been sent in, before he gave his medical advice.
The young attending physician in the ICU agreed with a bitter expression, and he looked helpless.
If this were a Japanese medical bureau, everyone in the ICU would probably fight against the invasion of the Emergency Department with all their might. But in China, while the gap between departments existed, for high-end doctors, it was just a small distance.
Most doctors just wanted to protect themselves and did not interfere with the work of other departments. When it was necessary, it would depend on their own means.
In Yun Hua Hospital, small departments such as the ICU, the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery, and the Department of Digestive Surgery were typically weak departments. Compared to large departments such as the General Surgery Department, the Orthopedics Department, and the Emergency Department, they were much weaker.
In the Hand Surgery Department, Department Director Jin Xi himself was a member of the Chinese Medical Association's Surgery Branch, the Chinese Medical Association's Changxi Province Branch's Surgery Committee, and a member of the Ministry of Health's National Assessment Committee for Microsurgery Professional Skills. There were more than thirty titles. If it was necessary, he could indeed kill a few junior chief physicians from multiple angles.
In the field of doctors, if one's skills were good, honor and titles would come one after another. Of course, most of them were useless, but the power gathered was still quite considerable.
The most important thing was, of course, how the doctors with these titles used them.
For example, Department Director Jin Xi of the Hand Surgery Department was a doctor who tended to be aloof. Not only did he not use his power, but he also consciously restrained the people around him from using it.
Huo Congjun was the other extreme. Sometimes, when he did not have any power, he could make a name for himself by fiercely scolding people.
Ling Ran did not have any titles or honorary titles now, and his administrative power was also close to none. But his straightforward personality was really difficult for ordinary doctors to deal with.
For example, the young attending physician in the ICU could resolutely refuse to accept Ling Ran's suggestion for Jin Huo who was sent in today, but it would be fine if he could send the person out in one piece. If he could not, no one could guess what Ling Ran would do.
But there was one thing that the doctors in the ICU knew: Ling Ran would not give them face during the discussion of death.
Correspondingly, if Ling Ran's orders caused the patient's death, the doctors in the ICU would not show Ling Ran any respect during the discussion about the patient's death. However, when it came to confidence in the treatment plan, the young doctors in the ICU had no choice but to back down.
Ling Ran had already saved quite a few patients who had undergone prolonged CPR. The doctors in the ICU who had seen the medical records of these patients could not bring themselves to fight against Ling Ran at all.
If he won, if he couldn't win, then his principles ….. his principles weren't that important anymore.
About twenty minutes later, Ling Ran ended his ward round in the ICU and walked out.
Jin Huo's family and colleagues, who had been waiting outside the door, swarmed over.
Lu Wenbin vigilantly stood in front of the crowd and spread his arms. Like an iron fence, he blocked the crowd of people, who were mainly prison guards, two meters away.
"The patient is in good condition. If he gets through the critical period today, his survival rate will be very high." Ling Ran was quite experienced in this.
Jin Huo's parents and wife listened in a daze. They racked their brains and asked a bunch of questions.
This time, it was Zuo Cidian who came forward. His face was dark and wrinkled, like a half-peeled tea egg, and he easily won the trust of the patient's family.
Both sides asked and answered, and Zuo Cidian quickly answered the questions of the patient's family.
When Ling Ran heard that they were all basic questions, he just nodded and turned to leave.
Jin Feng carried his bag without saying a word and followed Ling Ran while he observed his surroundings.
After a while, Jin Feng made sure that there were no cameras in front of him and quickly caught up with Ling Ran. He whispered, "Doctor Ling, hello."
"Mister Jin? Are there any more questions? "Ling Ran was not surprised. Many patients' family members did not like the questions explained by young doctors. Even if the senior doctor's answer was the same, they still wanted to hear the senior doctor say it again.
Jin Feng shook his head and said with a smile, "Didn't I say that I brought you some garlic pickled by prisoners? It's really delicious. By the way, I forgot to ask. Doctor Ling, do you eat garlic? "
"I eat it, but I don't have to …"
"Doctor Ling, don't look down on this garlic. It's really a famous product in our prison. Those who have eaten it all say it's good. Some people ask us for it all the year round. " Jin Feng was also very experienced in introducing the 'garlic pickled by prisoners'. He patted his backpack and said, "Don't look down on pickled garlic. The process is very complicated. Think about it, just peeling the garlic clean, cutting it into slices, and then pickling it, it will take a lot of effort. Who can do this kind of work for ten years? Only the prisoners in the prison can do it, right? "
Ling Ran thought about it carefully, but he could not refute Jin Feng's words. He could only say, "We doctors can't accept gifts, especially when it's so expensive."
Jin Feng patted his thigh and said, "This is the second point I mentioned. It's not expensive. It's because it's not expensive that ordinary people like us can afford to eat it. The working hours of prisoners are counted as working hours, and it's not like we don't pay them. Of course, the working hours are counted as cheap, but the cost of making things is so high. For example, pickled garlic is in short supply, and we don't eat much of it. "
"I don't usually eat pickled garlic."
"Then you have to try it even more." Jin Feng was very experienced in giving gifts. As he spoke, he introduced the pickled garlic and said, "Doctor Ling, don't look down on our pickled garlic. The pepper and chili used as ingredients are all picked out one by one … Moreover, the pickled garlic in our prison is passed down. Generation after generation, chefs who are released from prison have to bring out their apprentices. After so many decades, the inheritance has never been broken. "
Jin Feng raised his head proudly and said, "Chefs outside the prison can't compare to us in other things, but when it comes to pickled garlic, even Michelin restaurants have to step aside."
Jin Feng's tone was very arrogant, and it made a lot of sense. Ling Ran nodded and said, "In comparison, it's more difficult to find a successor."
"Right!" Jin Feng got approval, and he said happily, "That's why it's so easy to understand. When it comes to pickled garlic, it's really dirty, bitter, and tiring. It's tiring to peel the garlic for a day, tiring and uncomfortable to cut it, and it's not easy to pickle it. After a day, your whole body stinks. People outside can only pickle garlic during Chinese New Year and other festivals, but they really can't persist. It's even more difficult to find a disciple. "
As Jin Feng spoke, he changed the topic and said with a smile, "Just like what you said, it's easy for the first generation. Some people are tired after working in this line of work, but it's too difficult to find a second generation successor. Not to mention the third generation. In our prison, pickled garlic has been passed down for eight generations. Outside, don't even think about it. "
When he saw that Ling Ran had listened to him, Jin Feng smiled again and said, "I only brought a few pounds of garlic. You can try it. It's really not worth much. It's just a local specialty. Shall I bring it to the office for you? "
Ling Ran hesitated for a moment. The garlic sounded really delicious, but it did not seem to be in line with the rules for him to accept politeness.
Jin Feng had been delivering garlic for so many years, so he knew what was going on with just one look. He immediately smiled and said, "It's my fault, my fault. How about this, you don't have to worry about it. I'll bring it to the office for you later."
After he said that, without waiting for Ling Ran to answer, Jin Feng turned around and left with a smile.
Ling Ran watched him leave with the backpack containing the pickled garlic with slight regret. He no longer worried about this matter and turned around to head to the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery. Recently, he had stored some patients with cholecystitis, gallbladder polyps, and gallstones in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery through Zhang Anmin. He would arrange for them to be removed when he was free.
At the same time, Jin Feng and Zuo Cidian, who had quickly finished communicating, hid in the stairwell without any surveillance, and made a transaction that no one knew about.
Jin Feng said, "I have eight bottles here."
Zuo Cidian said, "Okay, I got it. Thank you. "
Jin Feng said, "I should thank you. If you come to the first prison in the future, just tell them my name … No, I mean, if there are relatives and friends coming …"
"It's okay, I understand." Zuo Cidian patted Jin Feng's shoulder.
Jin Feng relaxed and said with a smile, "Thank you for understanding, thank you for understanding. Actually, our prison doesn't accept people of your age. No, I mean … "
"Let's go." Zuo Cidian patted Jin Feng's shoulder again, and the garlic in his hand became heavy. He thought, 'Fortunately, I didn't bring a knife when I caught the adulterer. Otherwise, I might have to help with the garlic.'
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