The next day.
Ling Ran slept in and watered the flowers and plants that he had not seen for a long time. The sky in the distance was already milky white.
Huang Maosheng, the pharmaceutical sales representative, eagerly delivered a full set of breakfast consisting of pot ribs, deep-fried pancakes, and flat meat. He then swept the courtyard of Lower Groove Clinic, sprinkled water, washed the rice, and cooked a pot of porridge before he left with a smile.
His main job now was to contact Ling Ran, and he had gradually figured out Ling Ran's preferences. He knew that Ling Ran did not like to have people around him all the time, so he was happy to relax. If there was anything inconvenient, it would be that Ling Ran's working hours were a little strange. For the sake of the huge monthly bonus, Huang Maosheng reluctantly tolerated it.
When Ling Jiezhou heard the noise, he also put on a hurdle vest and went downstairs.
The vest was a little old, and the shoulders were slightly yellowed, and the edges were a little curled. Ling Jiezhou did not care at all. He patted his shoulder and washed up leisurely. He then took a rag and wiped the railings, tables, and chairs. After he was done, he straightened his back and said, "Young people nowadays don't know how to do housework. They only know how to sweep the floor and sprinkle water. They don't even know how to use a rag. I'm saying that your pharmaceutical sales representative doesn't do his work meticulously."
Ling Ran did not catch the main point in his father's words, so he just hummed in acknowledgment.
"How about it? Should I help you talk to him next time?" Ling Jiezhou suggested half-jokingly.
Ling Ran asked without realizing it, "Why do I need a pharmaceutical sales representative to do it?"
"Because I'm lazy." Ling Jiezhou chuckled.
Ling Ran nodded in agreement.
"I'm lazy, so I can only talk to him myself, understand?" Ling Jiezhou sighed helplessly. He felt that he had explained in vain, but he still said, "You still need to use that pharmaceutical sales representative of yours. Even if you don't use him, he'll feel guilty. After a long time, he'll get used to not doing anything. If you ask him to do something, he won't be able to do it. Isn't that the same as making him useless? So, it's reasonable for you to ask your subordinates to do something. "
Ling Ran looked at Ling Jiezhou suspiciously and said, "You used to say the same thing to the doctors in the past, and they resigned."
"That's because the doctors in the past were ignorant. Look at Old Xiong now. Doctor Xiong, isn't he used to being squeezed dry … No, isn't he doing his job in peace now? Besides, if the pharmaceutical representative resigns, the pharmaceutical company will replace him for you. You don't have to worry. "
"Oh." Ling Ran continued scooping the porridge.
Ling Jiezhou could be considered as someone in the medical field. As the saying went, even if he had not eaten pork, he had seen pigs run. He had a deeper understanding of the relationship between doctors and pharmaceutical sales representatives. Now that they were talking about pharmaceutical companies and pharmaceutical sales representatives, he specially reminded them, "For a company like Changxi Medical Company, most of their main products are the same as other companies, and the efficacy of their products will not be too different. I know you don't like to think too much, so just think about the after-sales service. "
"After-sales service?" Ling Ran looked over.
"If you have any requests for the drugs, you can tell me. You can ask for their data and information. This way, we can filter out the useful pharmaceutical companies. Of course, Changxi Medical Company, which has been working with them for a long time, can maintain the status quo. If they want to introduce new drugs, you can choose a more professional pharmaceutical sales company. " Ling Jiezhou looked at his son and felt a little proud for some reason. "Especially when you want to develop a new surgical method, it's also very important for the pharmaceutical sales company to cooperate with you."
Ling Ran nodded slightly and looked at his father in surprise. He agreed and said, "Makes sense."
Ling Jiezhou smiled with his hands on his hips. "Right? Even though I'm not a doctor, I know everything about the medical field. Of course, I don't have any experience in performing surgeries. Son, you're better than me. But when it comes to things in the hospital and pharmaceutical sales companies, I can still teach you for another two or three years. "
* Creak. *
The door to the bedroom on the second floor was pushed open.
Tao Ping's voice was then heard. "Don't listen to your father. He purposely called someone yesterday and asked about it for a few hours."
Ling Jiezhou laughed so hard that he almost choked. "Dear, we agreed that we'll each be in charge of our own business."
"Oh, I forgot." Tao Ping sounded surprised.
Ling Jiezhou raised his head and glanced at her. "Stop smiling."
"I really forgot about that." Tao Ping readily accepted his advice.
Ling Ran quietly drank his porridge, ate some deep-fried pancakes, drank some soup from the pot, ate a bowl of flat pork, ate two eggs, and ate a salted egg yolk. He ate a few grapes and chewed a pear. Then, he saw that the courtyard had become quiet again.
"I'm going to work." Ling Ran wiped his mouth, raised his voice, and went to the backyard to drive his car.
Ling Jiezhou held his round belly, which was getting bigger by the day, and reminded him on the second floor, "Old Chen will bring his uncle to you for treatment later. Remember it."
"Cholecystitis?"
"Yes. Old Chen used to make pancakes. You liked the sesame pancakes he made. "
"Why isn't he selling them anymore?"
"He probably used to have connections with the Food Bureau, so he could buy pancakes made with old grain at a low price. Later, the company was restructured, and the old grain was sold to make animal feed. His profit is low, so he probably stopped selling them." Ling Jiezhou paused and said, "He used to buy a house with the money he earned in the past. Now, he should be focusing on being a landlord."
…..
Outpatient services.
Under Zuo Cidian's suggestion, Ling Ran only released ten patients and sat in the examination room to wait.
Ling Ran was now a somewhat famous surgeon. Not only did the media publicize him, but there were also doctors in the industry who would recommend patients to him. He had been away from the country for more than a month, and during this period of time, he had accumulated a lot of patients. If he released too many patients, he would not be able to see all the patients today.
Not long after, the patients entered the room in order, and what followed was a request to add a patient's name.
"Doctor Ling, I've seen a patient in your place before."
"Doctor Ling, I've performed surgery in your place before."
"Doctor Ling, Doctor Liu from the First People's Hospital of Wuxin City asked me to come over. I went to register, but I didn't manage to register …"
As expected, Zuo Cidian arranged the patient's name and put away the slips of paper that were handed out in order. When he met medical staff from the hospital who brought patients or patients' family members over, Zuo Cidian had to greet them with a smile.
Ling Ran did not need to care so much.
After he finished seeing an outpatient, he would see the next one. He did not need to call the number himself, and he did not need to care about the sequence of patients. It was quite convenient.
Ling Ran currently had Master Level Physical Examination, and his diagnosis rate for common surgical diseases was very high. On the other hand, most of the patients who added a patient's name had already been diagnosed with problems. Their disease spectrum was basically focused on the liver, knee joint, Achilles tendon, and flexor tendons of the fingers. His treatment range was slightly wider than that of ordinary specialists, but compared to the surgeons of the older generation or the surgeons in Europe and the United States, Ling Ran's disease spectrum was still narrower.
He admitted the patients he could treat into the Emergency Medical Center, referred the patients he could not treat out, and gave the patients who needed conservative treatment with medicine … The morning almost passed.
Old Chen, the neighbor, only called at twelve o 'clock and brought his thirty-eight-year-old uncle upstairs.
"I'm really sorry. My uncle works in an internet company, and he's really busy. He can't get a full day off, so he can only leave an hour earlier and take a lunch break." Old Chen, who was in his early fifties, apologized profusely. He then pulled his uncle, who was a little dull, over and said, "Don't look down on him just because he's young. He's very capable. He's not even forty years old, but he has been suffering from cholecystitis for twelve or thirteen years, right?"
"It's been twelve years. I found out about it the second year I joined the company." Young Chen sat opposite Ling Ran and introduced his condition. "A few days ago, I was in a lot of pain. I took a drip while I worked overtime at night, and today, I don't have a fever anymore. I'm thinking about not cutting it, right? "
"Let me check." Ling Ran put on his gloves.
"I can only take two days off, including half a day on weekends. If two days isn't enough, I'll continue conservative treatment. "Young Chen quickly stated his needs.
Zuo Cidian could not help but say, "Although cholecystitis surgery is very common now, it's still a surgery. You only need two days with surgery and rest? Your job is killing you. "
"I can't help it. The project is too urgent. If I stop, the entire project team will have to stop and wait for me. I looked it up online, and there are comments saying that the prognosis of the surgery you perform is very good, and you recover quickly. Is that right? "
"Two days is too short." Ling Ran shook his head slightly.
"Two and a half days?" Young Chen bargained.
Ling Ran still shook his head. "Under normal circumstances, after cholecystectomy through a laparoscope, you'll be discharged after three days, and you'll only be able to work normally after seven days."
"I know, but I really can't take leave. The project I'm working on is linked to the high-speed rail. If I slow down here, not only will it affect my project team, but the other project teams will also be affected. Some of my colleagues have been receiving conservative treatment for appendicitis for two or three years … "
Old Chen also said, "This uncle of mine really can't leave. I don't really understand the project you're working on, but it's the very important kind. Ling Ran, help me think of a way."
Ling Ran could not help but look at his Virtual Human. The remaining time was four hours and twenty-one minutes.
Although his cholecystectomy was at Specialist Level, and his skill level was not as good as He Yuanzheng's in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery, if he worked with the Virtual Human, he would still have a great advantage in terms of prognosis.
After all, there was a huge difference in difficulty between an open-book exam, where the key points were highlighted in advance, and a closed-book exam that left people confused.
"Get on the examination bed. I'll take a look." Ling Ran stood up.
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