One arm.
Two arms.
Three arms …
When Zuo Cidian began to focus on Colles' fracture, his mind was filled with all kinds of broken arms.
As the director of the only Emergency Medical Center in Changxi Province, Huo Congjun could absorb a lot of resources from all over the country, especially from small hospitals that had limited skills and tended to refer patients to him. They were usually more obedient. Huo Congjun also frequently used the tactic of reducing medical fees, so he easily attracted a large number of patients.
For doctors in small hospitals, if there was a place that was willing to accept the patients, they would still be very willing to send the patients there.
After all, as long as they had the ability, doctors also hoped that the patients could receive the best treatment possible.
Similarly, Yun Hua Hospital also had an advantage in this aspect.
Even if doctors in the same field talked about the three-tiered diagnosis and treatment system, when they really needed to ask for medicine, they would still advise the patients to go to the best local hospital.
And when Department Director Huo expanded the scope of patients to the entire Changxi Province, there was an endless stream of patients.
If they did not go to the hospital, normal people would not be able to imagine that there were so many people who broke their arms.
And they broke their arms every day.
Zuo Cidian knew that he should not be happy, but he could not help but smile when he saw an endless stream of patients with Colles' fracture.
Anyone who had experienced it would understand the feeling of having one's wishes come true.
For Zuo Cidian, orthopedics was the direction he looked forward to the most. However, whether it was Achilles tendon repair or finger replantation, Zuo Cidian was not interested in them. Microsurgery sounded very high-end, but in fact, it was the most basic type of surgery in the surgical system. The reason was very simple. Microsurgery relied on the hands and eyes of the doctors, so the doctors were exhausted. Since no medical consumables were used under the microscope, the doctors did not have much extra income.
When a type of surgery continuously increased the labor intensity of the doctors and reduced the doctors' income, there would naturally be a continuous loss of doctors, and the latecomers would naturally not be willing to join.
If Lu Wenbin and Ma Yanlin still fantasized about the direction of sports medicine, Zuo Cidian, who was forty-three years old this year, did not think so much.
Those who could treat Colles' fracture would be the best among the best in the town hospital.
In Zuo Cidian's impression, the best colleague he met in the past often had trouble reading scans. The X-ray scan was still acceptable, but they could not understand the MRI scan that was brought back from other hospitals.
Of course, Zuo Cidian could not understand MRI scans now, but he had learned how to deal with Colles' fracture.
Even though according to Ling Ran, it was only at Novice Level, Zuo Cidian was still very excited. Her face was full of smiles.
"Older doctors are still more sensible." The old lady who sat across him looked at Zuo Cidian and suddenly said, "We've been seeing patients for so many days, and you're the only doctor who's smiling."
Zuo Cidian, whose eyes were full of smiles, was stunned for a moment before he realized what was going on. He quickly said, "I'll smile, and you should smile. Even if you can't be cured, you'll still feel better."
"Yeah, I don't expect to be cured for a long time. I just feel better first." The old lady stretched out her arms and looked calm.
Zuo Cidian flashed a smile. "It's not better to be cured. My mood will be better."
"Can my fracture be cured?"
"Yes, it's just a Colles fracture." Zuo Cidian wanted to say this to the point that he was going crazy. Now that he finally said it, he felt refreshed.
"As long as it can be cured, I believe in you as a doctor." The old lady was in a much better mood. She patted her son next to her and said, "See? That's how good doctors are, understand?"
"Doctor Zuo, thank you for your hard work. A doctor is kind." The son was very obedient and raised his finger.
The other patients and their families who were waiting in front of them also praised him. After all, everyone wanted to see a service staff with a smile on their face. And today, Zuo Cidian used the smile that ordinary doctors were unwilling or disdainful to show.
"It's nothing. I'm just born with a good temper." Zuo Cidian adjusted his words and communicated with the patients while he treated them. He also made way for Ling Ran, who was behind him, and said, "My current skills are all taught by Doctor Ling. If we're talking about a doctor with a kind heart, Doctor Ling is worthy of the title."
Ling Ran looked forward and did not respond.
The patients and their families naturally preferred Zuo Cidian, who was talking to them.
For a period of time, the atmosphere in the treatment room was exceptionally good.
On the second day, a patient even sent a large silk banner over.
The words "a doctor with a kind heart" made the doctors envious when they saw it.
Silk banners did not cost a lot, but for doctors, a silk banner from an unfamiliar patient was a great recognition for themselves. Many doctors who became attending physicians or even assistant lecturers might not have received silk banners before. This kind of thing was not suitable to be faked with money …
Zuo Cidian took a few photos of the silk banner and posted them on his Circle of Friends. Only then did he lose interest.
After a busy day, Zuo Cidian returned to the first-string doctor's on-call room at night. Zuo Cidian looked at the photos on his phone, and a smile that only appeared on his face after he practiced for a long time appeared.
"I'll sleep and wake up early tomorrow to work." Zuo Cidian made a declaration to the mirror and soon fell asleep.
Five o 'clock in the morning.
Zuo Cidian woke up, quickly washed up, and rushed to the treatment room of the Emergency Medical Center.
Along the way, Zuo Cidian was still imagining the scene when he entered the world of hegemony … At that time, money would not be important. What was important was status, and he would be supported by the people around him.
"Doctor Zuo, hurry up and change." Doctor Zhou's shout pulled Zuo Cidian out of his dream.
Zuo Cidian nervously took the white coat from the side and asked with slight uncertainty, "What's going on?"
"We're going out to sea." Doctor Zhou's expression was solemn.
He was also wearing a brand-new white coat, which made people feel energetic just by looking at it. If one did not pay attention, his usual laziness seemed to have been put away.
Zuo Cidian was a little puzzled. "Going out to sea?"
"A crew member on a ship had an unexpected problem, and we need to go to the first aid location." Doctor Zhou paused for a moment and said, "The other party can't send him to the hospital in time, and he said that there is a fully-equipped operating theater on the ship, so he asked us to go over for consultation."
Zuo Cidian was sharp enough to hear many details, especially Doctor Zhou's attitude, which made Zuo Cidian even more suspicious.
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