Winter came and summer came.
It meant that they would feel cold when they came to the operating theater, and when they came out, they would get heatstroke.
In this hot weather, when Fragrance Yard was about to smell, the doctors in the Ling Treatment Group were basically in the cold.
Because of Zhang Anmin's consultation, Ling Ran's surgery volume had greatly increased.
In the past, Ling Ran's patients mainly came from the Emergency Department, Department Director Huo, the Outpatient Department, and the most important part was the introduction of other doctors.
Among them, Department Director Huo's guidance was based on needs. He could find more when needed, but he would not be able to find more during normal times. The other three departments were relatively stable. In a longer period of time, the number of patients from these channels was basically constant, and there would not be too many fluctuations.
Zhang Anmin's consultation was pure increment. He went to specialist consultation for two and a half days every week, and he could take in thirty to forty patients. The Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery was relatively special. When people felt that there was something wrong with their liver or gallbladder, and there were obvious symptoms, they were usually sick.
Therefore, the patients who registered for the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery often asked some questions before they were transferred or hospitalized. Those who could smoothly leave the consultation room with a liver and a gallbladder were the minority.
The recent addition of online consultation also brought in a lot of patients. Although most of them had mild illnesses, it also made the Ling Treatment Group busy.
Chief residents like Yu Yuan basically did not have the chance to go out and get heatstroke.
The young doctors were reluctant to give up such a chance.
The hospital was a place where seniority was insanely high. Being one step ahead and always ahead was not a saying, but a reality. For example, the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery, where He Yuanzheng was in, fell apart in order to fight for the position of the top. He Yuanzheng, who came from outside, purged all the assistant chief physicians who had been trained for twenty years.
The reason why he purged them was also because of seniority. If not, He Yuanzheng would not be able to keep his position as the department director of the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery.
The hospital also knew the survival rules of the department, so they tacitly agreed to see He Yuanzheng take the position and push out other associate chief physicians.
It was also because of the same reason that the entire hospital now watched Ling Ran bully He Yuanzheng and Zhang Anmin become a snitch. After all, Ling Ran's seniority had risen, and his seniority was slightly higher than He Yuanzheng's.
However, there was nothing in this world that could be taken for granted. Zhang Anmin had also put in a lot of effort to keep his position. In order to avoid being gossiped about, he did not take any bonus from the Emergency Medical Center recently and only focused on his work. To be able to do more work, he even suspended his freelance surgeries to Bazhaixiang. Even when the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery's bonus was cut off, Zhang Anmin quietly accepted it to minimize criticism.
After persevering like this for more than a month, Zhang Anmin's entire body had regained its original aura.
If he wanted to eat, he would eat in the hospital. If he wanted to get dressed, he would wear scrubs and a white coat. As for transportation, he would … he would not need it. If he slept in the hospital, the temperature would be suitable, and he would be able to gain the favor of the doctors on night duty. The money he saved … would be given to his wife, and he would be scolded less.
Zhang Anmin used his own way to survive and survive. Finally, he waited for the day when the hospital officially hired him.
That day, the sound of gongs and drums filled the skies … There was none, and the fluttering of banners and flags … did not exist!
Zhang Anmin received a red booklet from the hospital director's office and quietly returned to the office of the Ling Treatment Group in the Emergency Medical Center. When he found that there was no one around, he had no choice but to lock the red booklet in the office desk before he headed to the Operating Area.
The Operating Area of the Emergency Medical Center was always bustling with people coming and going.
Ever since the visitation room was built, it had become a little noisy.
Zhang Anmin inexplicably felt a little lonely. In essence, he was still an associate chief physician in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery. Although the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery had long since cut off his bonus and commission, Zhang Anmin was still not part of the Emergency Medical Center.
He was not from the Emergency Medical Center, so he was embarrassed to take the Emergency Medical Center's bonus. But when he got the letter of appointment as an associate chief physician, there was no one to celebrate, and this made Zhang Anmin feel a little strange.
"Dr. Zhang, you're here," Ma Yanlin greeted Zhang Anmin when he saw him.
"Doctor Ma." Zhang Anmin hummed softly. He walked past Ma Yanlin and greeted him politely.
Ma Yanlin looked at Zhang Anmin strangely. He then wrinkled his nose and said to Yu Yuan, who was beside him, "Old Zhang didn't go home again. The hospital smell is too strong."
"You didn't go back either, did you?" Yu Yuan's attitude was calm.
Ma Yanlin pursed his lips. "Can my reasons be the same as his?"
"What's the difference?"
"He's afraid of his wife, so he doesn't dare to go home."
"What about you?"
"I'm …" Ma Yanlin hesitated for a few seconds before he shook his head hard and said, "We're different. His wife only has one request for him, and that is to bring money home. That's not the same thing."
Yu Yuan looked at Ma Yanlin strangely. "Does your wife have a lot of requests for you?"
Ma Yanlin was stunned again.
* Shick. *
Zhang Anmin stepped open the door of Operating Theater 3 and saw Lu Wenbin sitting on a chair while he carefully sutured the tendon.
"M-Tang technique?" Zhang Anmin asked.
"Oh, Associate Chief Physician Zhang is here." Lu Wenbin raised his head and teased him with a smile. "It's the M-Tang technique. It's so slow that it makes me anxious."
Even though he said that, Lu Wenbin's face was full of smiles.
He could now be the chief surgeon for the M-Tang technique. Although his skill level was average, this was a unique skill. It was not unique, nor was it amazing. However, it was still unique and amazing. At the very least, it was at the level of the mental cultivation technique of the Five Tigers Blade Technique.
Lu Wenbin was still very proud of this. With this skill, even if he was fired today, he could still find a job in another hospital in Yun Hua City the next day. At that time, he could still sing, sell pork trotters, and dance. He would still be able to buy two houses a year. What was there to be afraid of as a winner in life?
Zhang Anmin was pleased by the title of associate chief physician. He wanted to show off, but he held back.
Lu Wenbin was Ling Ran's eldest disciple. Zhang Anmin could not help but feel a little guilty. He habitually complimented Lu Wenbin. "You're already very good if you can perform the M-Tang technique. If you focus on this surgical method for seven or eight years, you'll definitely be able to perform countless surgeries in Changxi Province, let alone in the country."
"See, after all, the M-Tang technique is not a major surgery." Lu Wenbin was a little humble, showing off.
"There's a problem with the level of a major surgery." Zhang Anmin also wanted to show off.
Lu Wenbin only smiled. "I don't need to worry about these things. Department Director Huo will take care of it."
"You're right …" Zhang Anmin came out of Operating Theater 3 sullenly.
Zhang Anmin could not do anything about it since he did not have enough conditions to show off.
* Shick. *
The door of Operating Theater 2 next door was opened, and Ling Ran walked out with his blood-stained hand.
"Doctor Ling." Zhang Anmin quickly greeted him.
"Oh, Doctor Zhang, you're here. Are you going to perform surgery?" Ling Ran asked as he washed his hands.
Zhang Anmin asked in slight surprise, "What surgery?"
"Choledochoduodenal anastomosis." Ling Ran had consciously accepted suitable patients when he obtained this skill before this.
Zhang Anmin habitually agreed to it.
"Operating Theater 1," Ling Ran said and urged him, "Wash your hands."
"Oh … Yes …" Zhang Anmin went forward in a panic and began to wash his hands in seven steps.
The water rushed against his skin, and Zhang Anmin gradually calmed down.
"Doctor Ling, I got the letter of appointment," Zhang Anmin said in a low voice, "Associate chief physician."
"Congratulations." Ling Ran gave him a smile. That smile was too handsome, and it was too eye-catching, so much so that Zhang Anmin became happy like the sun.
"Thank you, Doctor Ling." Zhang Anmin was full of energy.
Ling Ran nodded slightly, and a sparkling blue light appeared in front of him.
[Reward: Path of Promotion]
The promotion of team members was the key to the team's growth.
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