Department Director Hong sent two bedside ventilators to the Emergency Department.
The SV800 ventilator was a high-end domestic model. The hospital's bid price was more than 300,000 RMB per unit. It was very much like the high-end goods in American dramas. It had an LCD screen and all kinds of new functions. It was much better than the old model.
Huo Congjun had wanted to buy it for the Emergency Department a long time ago, but it did not pass the approval of the Equipment Department. The number of medical equipment that the hospital could buy every year was limited. Every department wanted a ventilator that was useful, beautiful, and fun. It was not the Emergency Department's turn to play with it.
Huo Congjun wanted a lot of new toys. Since he could not get the high-end version of the bedside ventilator, he did not dwell on it and soon put it to the back of his mind.
Department Director Hong, who won the ventilator, kept this matter in mind. This time, when he returned to the department, he proposed to "lend" two bedside ventilators to the Emergency Department. The reason was to unify the ventilator models in the department and reduce the difficulty of maintenance and operation …
All the members of the Respiratory Medicine Department passed.
Department Director Hong, who smoked four packs of cigarettes a day, had been in charge of the Respiratory Medicine Department for more than ten years. The doctors who dared to raise objections had long been kicked out. The existing doctors in the department, including the associate chief physicians, were all his students. Forget about his junior brothers and nephews, they were all sent out to spread their families …
Hospitals were never like schools, where they would not object to inbreeding. In hospitals nowadays, only the departments that had inbreeding were peaceful, while the departments that had many sources of inbreeding were like breeding Gu. Only when they fought to the death would they be able to calm down and live in peace.
"Old Hong, thank you for solving the urgent problem of the Emergency Department." Huo Congjun affectionately held Department Director Hong's hand, who came to deliver the ventilator. He was very polite.
Department Director Hong's hand was pale yellow, as if he had stayed in the Department of Urology for a long time. He smiled calmly and asked, "Is Doctor Ling here?"
"He's making ward rounds."
"Alright, I won't interfere. You can use the ventilator as you wish. If there's a problem, just look for the manufacturer." Department Director Hong left decisively.
This kind of thing only needed to be done properly. There was no need to explain it in person.
Moreover, Department Director Hong's main purpose was to thank Ling Ran. Since it was to thank Ling Ran, he did not need to care too much about the response.
He just needed to show his sincerity.
Although he was using the department's ventilator, the Department of Respiratory Medicine had the most ventilators. Two high-end bedside ventilators were just a little more beautiful, cool, easy to use, and high-tech. That was how they suited Ling Ran …
…
Ling Ran received Sincere Gratitude while he performed his ward rounds.
To this day, he had accumulated more than 1,100 bottles of Energy Serum through Sincere Gratitude, not counting the ones he had used.
It could be said that many doctors who became attending physicians might not have performed so many surgeries before, let alone achieving the level of Sincere Gratitude.
And this was because Ling Ran often made ward rounds at dawn.
Otherwise, Ling Ran felt that he would have been able to accumulate another one to two hundred bottles of Energy Serum.
However, from another perspective, if he were to always schedule ward rounds at seven or eight o 'clock like other doctors, it would be a huge blow to the continuity of surgeries. Many major surgeries, such as hepatectomy, were prone to accidents, and they would take up an extra hour or two. Under uncertain circumstances, ward rounds at eight o' clock meant that the surgery would have to end at seven o 'clock or even earlier.
For Ling Ran, it was a waste of time. It was not worth it to reduce the number of surgeries because of this.
Of course, when he had time, Ling Ran would also make ward rounds during the day.
For example, because he had just treated eight patients with Achilles tendon ruptures and knee injuries, Ling Ran took the afternoon nap to make ward rounds. Napping was a requirement of other doctors and nurses, but without the cooperation of other nurses and doctors, Ling Ran could not perform surgeries. So, he had to come out for ward rounds and wait for the doctors under him to wake up before he performed other surgeries.
Zhang Anmin quietly yawned twice and followed behind Ling Ran.
He was still a member of the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery, so he did not have to start preparing for surgeries at three or four o 'clock in the morning like Yu Yuan and the others. Correspondingly, Zhang Anmin had nothing to do during the afternoon nap.
He still had to do something for the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery. Besides, Ling Ran's treatment group had an infinite amount of work, and they did not have enough time. Lunch breaks were naturally just wishful thinking.
Houseman Yu Baoke was clear-headed. Ling Ran's treatment group lacked coolies, but they did not lack people in the operating theater. Therefore, Yu Baoke became a coolie. He did not need to wake up early, and he only needed to arrive at the hospital around six or seven o 'clock.
Then, he was now holding a pile of documents like a plankton at the bottom of the food chain. Sometimes, he would follow Zhang Anmin, and sometimes, he would follow Ling Ran. Sometimes, he would walk in a figure eight, and sometimes, he would walk in a leisurely manner. The doctors, nurses, patients, and family members who passed by did not even bother to look at him. He was completely free to do whatever he wanted.
"Doctor Ling!"
"Hurry up, Doctor Ling is here."
"Hurry up and pack up. Socks, hide the socks …"
If Houseman Yu Baoke's presence was like a plankton, then Ling Ran's presence was like a blue whale.
When he walked on the way to make ward rounds, there were always a few more people in the corridor. The patients and their family members in the ward were also very different.
"When it comes to doctor-patient relationships, Doctor Ling is the one I admire the most. Look at this environment, the attitude of the patients and their family members is so different." Zhang Anmin yawned again and quickly started a topic with Yu Baoke, hoping to drive away his drowsiness by talking.
Yu Baoke was holding a pile of medical records and was twisting around like a shrimp, enjoying the happiness of plankton. When he heard Zhang Anmin's words, he said without hesitation, "He's like a tiger that cleans the streets."
Zhang Anmin shuddered, and his drowsiness was almost gone. "Like what?"
Yu Baoke also shuddered. After he thought about it again, he said a medical term, "God of Plagues?"
"You …" Zhang Anmin pointed at Yu Baoke, but he immediately laughed. "You don't say, the places where Doctor Ling goes are really much cleaner."
"That's what I mean." Yu Baoke agreed.
Zhang Anmin asked, "Which one do you think is more appropriate?"
"Let's say that God of Plagues is the one who cleans the streets. I feel that it's a little scary in the hospital." Yu Baoke thought about it carefully.
Zhang Anmin hummed and said, "In the future, if Doctor Ling needs anything, you have to inform me first. If you need anything, you have to look for me first, understand?"
Yu Baoke did not understand. "You mean …"
Zhang Anmin glanced at him and said, "If you look for Lu Wenbin or someone else first, I will tell Doctor Ling and Doctor Zuo what God of Plagues and God of Plagues said, and you will definitely be fired."
"Impossible." You Baoke widened his eyes, and his voice became weaker. "You can't prove it."
"I recorded the last sentence you said just now, the one about being scary." Zhang Anmin's teeth were white, and he looked like a spotted carp that ate plankton.
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