Meng Shan had not been doing well recently. It was as if there was an invisible shackle around his neck.
Meng Shan missed the dinner appointments he had made, the physical examination contracts he had negotiated before were stopped, and the patients he had made appointments with had canceled their appointments. Meng Shan found it funny. 'Even if my hospital is not doing well, did I lose my skills?'
When he asked about it, all he got was a comment of "bad character". Meng Shan was angry and anxious, but he could do nothing about it. He even felt uneasy.
Was reputation important as a doctor?
If there was a good platform, reputation was actually not important. In any tertiary Grade A hospital in the country, there were not enough specialist appointments. Even when there were specialist appointments for half a day, one day, or even three days a week, there would be countless patients coming. Most of them did not come for the doctor's reputation, but for the name of a specialist in a tertiary Grade A hospital.
If a doctor was an assistant lecturer in a tertiary Grade A hospital and had some skills, he could build up his reputation in less than two years. Then … it was normal for him to reduce the number of consultations because he could not handle so many patients.
However, if he left a good platform, he must cherish the reputation he had accumulated in the past.
For doctors like Meng Shan, it was relatively easy for them to have a good flow of patients. But once the flow of patients was interrupted, or even if he had a bad reputation … he would soon lose his job as a doctor.
A doctor's medical skills were one thing, but he could only play his role when there were patients. Unlike other industries, doctors always faced the final consumers. The famous doctors in ancient China paid great attention to the user experience because other than the imperial doctors, there were no good platforms for ancient doctors in China. It was not easy for them to build up their reputation, and some even needed a few generations of people to work quietly. Naturally, they could not lose their reputation because of a moment of happiness.
In contrast, private hospitals like Eastern Science Hospital could either follow Putian's example and go to the grassroots level to catch patients by providing free physical examinations, or they had to build up their reputation. In the environment of Yuezhou, if it was just expensive and expensive, it was not a bad reputation.
However, comments like "bad character" were not acceptable.
When Meng Shan went home at night, he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep because of those simple words.
"What's wrong today?" The third party could not fall asleep because of the noise, so he turned on the lights.
"It's all nonsense," Meng Shan said.
"Isn't it just a medical dispute? Didn't you also have medical disputes in the hospital? "
"That's different." Meng Shan shook his head. "In public hospitals, the ones who are afraid of medical disputes are the junior doctors. In private hospitals, it's the opposite. We're the ones who are worried about medical disputes. If worse comes to worst, the junior doctors can just leave. They can even pay some compensation if they violate the contract."
"Then what should we do?"
Meng Shan did not answer. He sighed and said, "Have you ever read the wuxia stories in the past?"
"Speak." Little San knew he just wanted to talk.
"It's like a stronghold or a sect being surrounded and killed. Whoever goes out dies. No one knows who they offended or why. Then, one day, all the people in a building are dead, and the next day, another place becomes a barren land …" Meng Shan's voice became softer as he spoke.
Little San was scared stiff, whispering: "Why do you sound like you're talking about a horror movie?"
"If only it was a horror movie." Meng Shan got up by himself, took out his phone, and said, "I have to go now."
Little Three immediately became angry: "Which b * tch are you thinking of again?"
"I'm going to Beijing." Meng Shan could not be bothered to quarrel with him, so he answered directly. He grabbed his clothes and left.
…
Beijing.
Beijing University Sixth Hospital.
A group of doctors watched Ling Ran's surgery with suspicion throughout the entire process.
The surgery was divided into three parts:
In the first part, everyone suspected Ling Ran. This part stopped when Ling Ran made an incision to the right costal margin and cut the ligaments around the liver. When Ling Ran separated the free tissues around the liver, even the slowest doctors realized that there was something wrong with their suspicions. After all, one of the core problems in hepatectomy was the separation of the surrounding tissues. When the separation of the surrounding tissues was so smooth, the reason was definitely not because the patient was obedient.
Therefore, what happened next naturally happened.
In the second part, everyone started to doubt the world. After all, normal occlusion of blood flow and normal treatment of the incision were not easy for any doctor. It was very difficult to do it with ease and familiarity. As for how smoothly and quickly the surgery could be completed, most of it only existed in their dreams.
However, the world in their dreams finally appeared in front of them. Then … of course, they had to doubt the world.
When Ling Ran began to remove the liver tumor, the people who doubted the world began to doubt themselves.
This was also the third part of the surgery.
The doctors standing on the operating table kept asking themselves, 'Why didn't I know that liver cancer surgery could be done this way? Why did I know? Why did I only know now? What did I know? '
When Ling Ran took off his gloves and announced the completion of the surgery, the visitation room located above the operating theater was even more noisy.
"When I watched the video, I felt that it was very fake. I didn't expect that someone could really perform surgery so fake."
"Who would dare to believe that there's an intraoperative examination of liver cancer?"
"Based on feeling? How many cases can you feel it clearly? "
The doctors were extremely excited as they discussed.
Xu Wen was so excited that he was about to cry.
The reappearance of a classic might be more exciting than seeing a classic for the first time.
"Unimaginable, unimaginable!" Wang Anzhi, the associate hospital director of Beijing University Sixth Hospital, was standing in the middle of the visitation room. He was also one of Xu Wen's teachers and one of the experts who specialized in liver cancer. At this time, he was also amazed.
Liver cancer was known as the "king of cancer". There was no need to mention the difficulty of liver cancer surgery. There were countless problems encountered when operating on an organ with such an abundant blood supply. If there was a need to explain the difficulty of the problem, the screening of the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery within Beijing University Sixth Hospital could explain some of the problems.
Beijing University Sixth Hospital only required medical graduates with a first degree of 985. In other words, only the top 180,000 students among the more than nine million examinees who participated in the national college examination every year had the right to stay in Beijing University Sixth Hospital. On average, only the top 6,000 students in each province had the possibility of entering Beijing University Sixth Hospital.
These students were not idiots. They had to go through five to seven years of medical education and a few years of resident doctor training before they could enter the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery after they went through another screening.
Then, they needed ten years to have a chance of becoming a liver cancer specialist. Whether they were a specialist or not, qualifications did not matter. The survival rate of the patient was enough.
Wang Anzhi had become the associate hospital director, and his skills were naturally not weak. However, as he looked at Ling Ran's surgical process, Wang Anzhi could only describe it as "unimaginable".
If he could imagine it, he would have done it.
"Let's go and meet Doctor Ling." Wang Anzhi was not interested in watching the suture. He was also not like other young doctors who had the need to discuss with each other. He turned around and walked out of the visitation room.
The visitation room of Beijing University Sixth Hospital was similar to the layout in television dramas. It was a room with a transparent window above the operating theater. It also had an independent access control and an intercom system.
Watching the surgery in such a visitation room allowed the surgeon to enjoy the greatest degree of freedom without affecting the surgeon's movements. The disadvantage was that they had to enter the operating theater from the other side.
At the same time, Ling Ran was also summing up his experience.
For today's surgery, he spent twenty-five minutes and seventeen seconds in the Virtual Human. He saved a lot of time compared to the time he used before.
After all, Ling Ran had always used an orderly plan when he performed surgeries or practiced with cadavers in the dissection room. Even when he used violence, he only used a chainsaw.
However, he did not have to worry about this when he was dealing with the Virtual Human.
Ling Ran felt that if he used the Virtual Human two more times, he should be able to reduce the time each time by half.
However, no matter how much time he saved, the total time of the Virtual Human would still be reduced …
Ling Ran took out a bottle of alcohol-based hand sanitizer. He frowned and thought as he applied it.
* Ding. *
The system jumped out, and at the same time, it released two missions in front of Ling Ran.
Mission 1: Relieve Pain
Mission Objective: Relieve the pain of 100 patients
Mission Reward: Virtual Human for 2 hours
Mission 2: Relieve Pain
Mission Objective: Relieve the pain of 300 patients
Mission Reward: Intermediate Treasure Chest
At the same time, the system explained, "Choose one of the two missions."
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