After three rounds of drinks and five dishes.
Xie Yihe held a glass of red wine and toasted everyone. She returned to her seat and said with a smile, "Associate Hospital Director Zhou, Department Director Huo, ruptured tendons must be examined with an MRI, right? It's quite inconvenient if we send patients to the medical technology building every time they come. In the future, when the M-Tang technique is performed, there will be several cases a day, and we might not even be able to queue up. Should we bring our own MRI? "
Huang Maoshi, who was trying to organize his smile, almost spat out a mouthful of Coke.
Even if it was a domestic product with permanent magnets, the starting price was more than three million. It was normal for the imported superconducting type to be priced at ten million or fifteen million.
Selling one of these big guys would earn more than selling one's body.
Huang Maoshi used his twenty-two years of experience and smiled desperately.
In his mind, the smiles were of Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, Beckham, the young Li, Wu Yanzu, Liang Chaowei, Takeshi Kaneshiro, Keanu Reeves, Depp, Edison Chen, Alan Delon, Nicolas Cage …
Associate Hospital Director Zhou's gaze swept past Xie Yihe's face, then past Huo Congjun and Huang Maoshi. She smiled at Ling Ran and said, "If we buy an MRI for the M-Tang technique, young Ling will really become famous."
"Even if you buy it, you'll buy it for the Emergency Department." Huo Congjun chuckled and said, "I've wanted an MRI for a long time. I can't even do an MRI in an Emergency Medicine building, and it will delay the patient's condition."
Associate Hospital Director Zhou took a sip of red wine and said, "Old Huo, you're setting a trap today. What MRI? I'll buy you a PET."
"If you can buy me a PET, I'll finish this bottle of Southern Spring." Huo Congjun did not care that he was called an old man anymore. He was excited.
Associate Hospital Director Zhou smiled. "There's a bottle of wine in total. If you finish it, what will young Ling drink?"
"I'm almost done." Ling Ran picked up the bottle, filled his wine dispenser, and pushed it to Huo Congjun. He could drink half a liter of white wine without getting drunk. Two or three bottles was just right.
Associate Hospital Director Zhou showed a motherly smile and said, "You can drink, but don't drink too much. Surgeons should drink less. Otherwise, what if they call you and ask you to go to the hospital?"
"Executive Zhou is right. I propose a toast to you." Huang Maoshi, who was laughing until his cheeks were a little tired, decided to go all out. He knew that the PET was a positron tomography scanner, and the bidding price of any one of them was 20 million yuan.
20 million!
If he could speak on behalf of Huo Congjun, he was willing to fill the old village chief's Coke bottle to the brim and drink until it was filled with bile.
Executive Zhou politely held the glass and touched his lips with the red wine glass.
Huang Maoshi gulped down the liquor in his glass. It was so spicy that he grimaced. A few seconds later, he quickly put on a smile.
'Smile is my weapon.' Huang Maoshi encouraged himself in his heart.
"Young Ling has completed the first M-Tang technique surgery in the Emergency Department of Yun Hua Hospital. This is something worth celebrating, and our hospital should support him. Seriously, don't even think about getting an MRI scan. It's impossible for us to add more operating theaters, but we can still buy a suitable microscope." Executive Zhou raised his glass to Ling Ran and took a small sip of red wine. He let it swirl in his mouth for a few seconds before he smiled and said, "Unfortunately, Associate Department Associate Director Pan of our hospital's Hand Surgery Department has already performed the M-Tang technique. This can only be said to be bad luck. Otherwise, we can really strengthen your department."
"Our Doctor Ling and Department Associate Director Pan developed the M-Tang technique independently. The hospital only looked at the first case, which is too unfair to the Emergency Department." Huo Congjun took advantage of the situation and stood up.
Executive Zhou smiled and said nothing.
Huang Maoshi moved a little to ensure that he was in Executive Zhou's line of sight, but he would not be looked at directly.
Huang Maoshi smiled.
He tried his best to smile.
If a smile was a bullet, Huang Maoshi would be a machine gun; if a smile was a cannonball, Huang Maoshi would be a cannon; if a smile was an egg, Huang Maoshi would be a chicken …
"This is Yun Hua Hospital." Xie Yihe refilled Executive Zhou's glass of red wine and refilled Huo Congjun and Ling Ran's liquor. She smiled and said, "In some of the hospitals I've come into contact with, as long as there are doctors who can carry out new projects, they will give money and whatever equipment they want. As long as the project is started, the fees will be paid, right? For example, the examination fee of our hospital seems to be 900 yuan for the low-end section and 1,200 yuan for the high-end section. The Emergency Department can do at least ten cases a day, and they can earn back the cost in a year. "
Executive Zhou smiled and shook his head.
Xie Yihe immediately changed the topic cleverly. "Let's not talk about the MRI. Let's talk about the M-Tang technique developed by Doctor Ling. How much effort will it take for other hospitals to develop it? Before this, others told me about developing new surgical methods. They said that the diffusion of technology is similar to planting trees with seeds. If a seed is placed in a hospital, it will take a few years for it to grow into a tree. But if you want to be qualified to plant it again, it will take another eight to ten years. How rare is that? "
"Doctor Ling can be considered a transplant," Executive Zhou added with a smile.
Huo Congjun immediately said, "Young Ling is a doctor who was born and raised in our hospital. His M-Tang technique is a family heirloom."
Executive Zhou coughed and laughed. "How dare you say that. Is there a family heirloom M-Tang technique? Every year during Chinese New Year, cut twelve fingers and freeze them, and then practice one finger every month? "
Huang Maoshi, who was still smiling, burst out laughing. "How can a person have twelve fingers? Hahaha …"
"Wouldn't it be twelve fingers if I cut two of your fingers?" Xie Yihe glared at Huang Maoshi. She was very angry. 'This idiot, he only laughs but does not speak. Does he not understand what I'm saying?'
"I remember that our associate department director, Pan, often invited the experts of the M-Tang technique to our hospital for surgery three or four years ago. He was the first assistant and learned from them. If this is the case, associate department director Pan has been learning for three or four years, and this time, he went to Japan for further training." Huo Congjun clicked his tongue and said, "The money saved by our Ling Ran is worth an MRI machine. At the very least, we should have enough money to install an additional operating theater and a rehabilitation room, right?"
"Now, the cost of hiring a freelance surgeon is at least twenty to thirty thousand yuan. Not to mention that the transportation and accommodation are good, all kinds of seminars also cost a lot of money. "Xie Yihe spoke on behalf of Ling Ran as a pharmaceutical sales representative.
Nowadays, hospitals liked to hire freelance surgeons to learn. Compared to sending their own doctors alone to the target hospital for further training, it was easier to invite doctors who were good at surgeries to their own hospital to learn. Doctors who performed freelance surgeries could earn money, and they could also teach (pretend to learn) under the admiring gazes of a group of doctors. It was comfortable and natural.
However, compared to headhunting, this model was slower.
Associate Hospital Director Zhou still smiled and said, "Department Associate Physician Pan's situation is different. He does not only perform M-Tang technique surgeries. I agree with the rehabilitation room, and it is not impossible for him to add an operating theater, but it is impossible for the hospital to renovate just for your department. "
"Hasn't the Orthopedics Department always wanted to add an operating theater? I will talk to Old Li." When he said this, Huo Congjun's goal was basically achieved. He laughed and said, "I don't care about Department Associate Physician Pan or Old Pan. Our department just needs to do our job well. The M-Tang technique is the most advanced technique in the world, let alone in the country. We will do it here first. This time next year, Associate Hospital Director Zhou will see our results. "
"Okay, then I wish you success." Associate Hospital Director Zhou stood up and clinked glasses with Huo Congjun. He then turned to Ling Ran and said, "Let's have another drink. Let's call it a day."
In the spirit of not wasting, Ling Ran looked at the wine dispenser that still had one-third of the wine left. He thought that it was only enough for three glasses, and he was too lazy to pour more. He picked up the wine dispenser and clinked glasses with Associate Hospital Director Zhou.
Associate Hospital Director Zhou laughed even though he had been injected with hyaluronic acid last year.
Huang Maoshi followed suit and filled his wine dispenser to the brim. He picked it up with trembling hands, made up his mind, closed his eyes, and drank it all in one gulp. He did not forget Xie Yihe's teachings and showed his neat white teeth, tongue, and tonsils to Associate Hospital Director Zhou.
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