Prosperous Fountain Hotel.
There was a line of big words on the door: Yun Hua Emergency Medical Center's 1,500 Hepatectomy Report.
The banner was made of sand-gold silk, and the big words on it were made of purple-red silk. It was as vulgar as it could be. It was so vulgar that people in the fashion industry would suspect that it was a sincere work of a master.
The flower baskets under the door were also very vulgar. They were all red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple flowers. There was nothing special about them at all. On both sides of the flower baskets, there were almost the same banners. Most of them were given by the hospitals below. The words "Great Doctor and Sincerity" appeared three times.
Huo Congjun was very proud.
The hotel guests who came and went looked at the flower baskets in confusion, but it was okay, because the flower baskets were not for them. As usual, the cadres from the health system who were invited looked at the flower baskets and chuckled. It was okay too. Veterinarians could not laugh like dentists. Their real target was still the doctors.
Huo Congjun wanted the doctors to see that his Emergency Medical Center was recognized by many local hospitals and many high-ranking doctors. His Ling Ran was also recognized by many doctors.
This thing was usually useless, but when it came to scolding people, it could add kinetic energy to the muzzle.
Especially when it came to scolding people in Changxi Province, the reason why Old Huo was always successful was because he was prepared.
Considering that Huo Congjun scolded people every week, such preparation was actually very useful.
"Give Ling Ran a call. He can come over now." Huo Congjun looked at his watch and felt that it was almost time.
The resident doctor whose subordinate did not even have the chance to show his face responded and quickly went to make the call.
Zhao Leyi pursed his lips and thought, 'The boss is here, but Ling Ran is still not here. He's really arrogant.'
However, he did not dare to say this. In the current Emergency Medical Center, although Old Huo was as powerful as before, Ling Ran's reputation was also like the sun in the sky.
The doctor's profession was complicated, but it was also simple. For the current Zhao Leyi, even if he did not say that he was inferior to Ling Ran, he absolutely did not dare to provoke him again when his skills reached Ling Ran's level.
"It's a pity that I didn't make good use of this batch of interns," Zhao Leyi said to himself.
Doctor Zhou understood as soon as he heard it and said happily, "Ling Ran did a lot of sutures for me."
Zhao Leyi cast him a sideways glance. "Ling Ran sutures you now, right?"
"That's right. How should I brag about this so that I won't appear frivolous?" Doctor Zhou rubbed his chin and looked like he was thinking seriously.
"What's there to brag about?" Zhao Leyi laughed, but he couldn't laugh anymore. From a certain point of view, Old Zhou's current lazy behavior could really be used to brag.
Doctor Zhou was the only doctor in Yun Hua Hospital who would ask Ling Ran to perform the most basic sutures, not just once or twice, but for years on end.
Even Old Huo didn't do that. Of course, Old Huo did not have so many miscellaneous tasks to do. But no matter what the reason was, Doctor Zhou was really amazing to be able to put Ling Ran to good use.
Zhao Leyi turned to look at Doctor Zhou. The latter's head was leaning against the wall, and he looked so calm that he was about to fall asleep. Zhao Leyi couldn't help but think, "This guy seems to have the qualifications to be a leader of the institute!"
* Beep … *
The speaker made a slightly piercing sound. Then, Huo Congjun picked up the microphone, patted the head of the microphone, and said with a smile, "Our discussion is about to begin. I know that everyone is very busy, so let's try to keep the discussion short …"
Huo Congjun spoke briefly for five minutes before he passed the microphone to the junior bureaucrat beside him.
Fortunately, the junior bureaucrat was more sensible, and his life was not as empty as the middle-aged bureaucrat's. Coupled with the fact that he was not skilled and long-winded enough, he only spoke for around ten minutes before he shut up.
The group of doctors nodded slightly. It was still necessary for officials to show up, at least to make the discussion more formal.
After that, it was the leaders of Yun Hua Hospital who spoke. When the microphone was passed to Ling Ran, half an hour had already passed.
"Doctor Ling, use this microphone." Mai Chun took advantage of the time. She cautiously passed a new microphone to Ling Ran.
Although the event was funded by Yun Hua Emergency Medical Center, pharmaceutical sales companies still actively participated in the implementation phase, and Yunli Medical Company was still responsible for the largest area.
Mai Chun was specifically responsible for the construction of the audio and video system. She purposely chose a new microphone, disinfected it, and kept it for Ling Ran.
To the audience below the stage, Mai Chun looked like she was worried that the wireless microphone would run out of battery.
Ling Ran took the microphone and sniffed it from afar. He was satisfied. He then raised it and said softly, "Regarding hepatectomy, the current mainstream view is still to advance to precise hepatectomy …"
In the conference hall of Prosperous Fountain Hotel, a group of doctors looked at Ling Ran on the stage. Some listened attentively, some were daydreaming, and some were observing their expressions.
Hospital Director Bo was also sitting below. After listening to Ling Ran for a while, he asked the doctor beside him, "How's the standard? Are you satisfied? "
"1,500 hepatectomies. What's there to be dissatisfied about? I've never performed so many hepatectomies in my life." The doctor sitting beside him was also in his sixties. He looked tired, and there was envy in his eyes.
Hospital Director Bo smiled and naturally comforted him, "You're just unlucky. You only started performing hepatectomies at the age of fifty, and you've only been doing it for six or seven years now. Ling Ran has been performing hepatectomies for three years, right? He's young, he doesn't have a family to hold him back, and he doesn't have to take care of trivial matters. He just performs surgeries all day long. We can't compare to him. "
"Yes, we should be famous as soon as possible. Unfortunately, when we understand this principle, we're already old." The doctor who was approaching his sixties sighed and looked at Ling Ran. He became even more envious. "Now, I have two days a week. I'm either in meetings or receiving this leader or that leader. My son is also disappointing. He can't study well, and he doesn't even want to do business properly. Sigh …"
"When you get a girlfriend, you'll know what it means to be worrisome." Hospital Director Bo also sighed.
The doctor who was approaching his sixties suddenly did not want to talk about life. He raised his head and looked at Ling Ran before he said, "There's no problem with this patient. He should have experience in hepatectomy."
"Is it worth investing in?"
"Of course."
"Which row should I put him in?"
"The first row, of course. How many other doctors can perform one thousand and five hundred cases of a single surgical method, and they're all hepatectomies?" The doctor who was approaching his sixties snorted.
"The investment in the first row is not low."
"It's up to you."
"Is it worth it?" Hospital Director Bo asked again patiently.
The doctor who was approaching his sixties answered patiently, "It's worth it."
"Alright, I'll find two more good jobs. Sigh, I have to think of a way to bribe Old Huo as well. That guy is getting older, and his skin is getting thicker. "Hospital Director Bo was in the intermediary business, but he could not be like a real estate agent who only paid in but never paid out.
Many doctors, especially high-end doctors, did not have a strong need for money. In other words, if they only talked about money, his intermediary business would not be able to continue.
Therefore, from a long time ago, Hospital Director Bo's main focus was to invest in both his feelings and money.
However, the clinic's funds were limited, and Hospital Director Bo's feelings were also limited. He had to classify who he should invest in and how he should invest in.
Hospital Director Bo took out a small notebook from his shirt pocket, flipped it to the middle, and marked a star under Ling Ran's name.
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