"Old Sun, you don't have to be so polite." Chief Kong stood up to smooth things over. He smiled and said, "Boss Zheng is going overseas to perform surgery tomorrow. It's very tiring. If you really have the heart, why don't you release your bed? "
There was a major policy regarding medical treatment. The patients admitted by tertiary Grade A hospitals were controlled. Many patients were sent to community hospitals.
This was the legendary hierarchical diagnosis and treatment system.
Some hospitals implemented this very well. However, for the large tertiary Grade A hospitals in the Imperial Capital, the patients who came to see a doctor were all from other places. Their conditions were more serious and there were many difficult and complicated diseases, so it was still difficult to implement.
For example, the community hospital where Sun Ming was located had very few capable people. If he wanted to become a triage hospital for the 912 … the lack of doctors and nurses was a huge obstacle. There was no room for manoeuvre at all.
Sun Ming was currently troubled by this matter.
There were documents above, so he had no choice but to carry it out. However, if he carried it out, there would be no high-level doctors. No one wanted to be sent to a community hospital with a doctorate or master's degree. If he insisted on doing it, it would be a human life. If he did not handle it properly, the medical disputes would be enough to cause him trouble.
Therefore, this matter was delayed in a dilemma.
At this moment, when Chief Kong mentioned this matter, Sun Ming was stunned for a moment. His mind raced. He glanced at Chief Kong and saw that there was a smile in Chief Kong's eyes. He immediately understood what he meant.
"Old Kong, you know my conditions."
"It's fine. The patients on Boss Zheng's side are all fine." Chief Kong smiled and said, "Let's go. I'll take you to see the patients after today's TIPS surgery."
Zheng Ren did not know what was going on. He did not know what riddle Chief Kong and Sun Ming were talking about, but he did not ask. He followed behind Chief Kong to make ward rounds.
The six beds Zheng Ren was in charge of had six postoperative patients. They were all operated on today.
When he arrived at the ward, he saw a nurse talking to the patient and the patient's family. Her voice was a little loud. It was obvious that something had happened. Everyone was in a state of anxiety.
Chief Kong's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he was usually fine, but there was a problem when something big happened today?
"What's wrong?" Chief Kong frowned and asked.
"Chief, the patient's vital signs were monitored for eight hours after the surgery. Now, everything is stable. I wanted to remove his ECG monitoring, but he refused," the nurse said helplessly.
Chief Kong was immediately relieved.
He smiled, came to the bed, and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"Doctor, it doesn't matter if the monitoring is removed, but don't remove the painkiller patch." The other two patients in the same ward also nodded at the same time and said in unison.
Painkillers? Department Chief Kong was taken aback by his words.
What painkiller? After TIPS surgery, the patient would not experience any pain symptoms at all. Why would there be painkillers?
He followed the patient's gaze and saw the electrode membrane on the patient's chest wall.
"Is this it?" Department Chief Kong asked tentatively.
"Yes, Director." The patient in the next bed said, "This painkiller patch is very effective. I don't feel any pain at all now, and I don't have any symptoms."
"…" Even a veteran like Department Chief Kong was stunned.
"When I was at home, I stayed in the hospital, and I also saw postoperative patients. They were in so much pain that they banged their heads against the wall. They looked miserable. "
The patient had a slight Northeastern accent. Zheng Ren suspected that Professor Rudolf Wagner had led him astray.
"And then?" Department Chief Kong asked casually.
"After I finished the surgery … After we were done, there were no symptoms. It was quite good. I looked at the medication. There was only a group of liver protection drugs, nothing else. I guess it's the effect of the painkiller patch. "
"Yes, Director, let us use the painkiller patch for a while longer," another patient said.
"Sure." Department Chief Kong did not explain. The patient thought that it was good. If he explained, the 'painkiller patch' would be forcibly taken away. If the patient had symptoms in the middle of the night, it would be unnecessary.
The young nurses removed the ECG monitoring one by one, leaving the electrode membrane on the patient's body.
"The medicine in a big hospital is really good. The painkiller patch is really effective," one of the patients praised.
"Chief and Doctor Zheng did a good job!" Another patient quickly winked, stopping the patient who had just spoken.
Wasn't this a little too tactless?
Praising the medicine in front of a doctor was asking for trouble.
Zheng Ren just smiled and said nothing.
"Department Chief Kong, what surgery was it?" Sun Ming asked.
"Liver cirrhosis, portal hypertension, ascites. What surgery do you think it was?" Department Chief Kong asked with a smile.
"…" Sun Ming was speechless.
Could it be TIPS surgery? He wanted to curse in his heart.
He was not cursing Department Chief Kong, but the patient's condition had exceeded his expectations.
After TIPS surgery, patients had a high probability of developing hepatic encephalopathy. Some had complications such as bleeding because of the excessive number of punctures.
However, looking at the patients in front of him, how could they have such a problem?
All of them were in high spirits, constantly praising Department Chief Kong and Doctor Zheng's surgical skills.
Although these words sounded fake and the praise did not hit the mark, they did not have any symptoms of hepatic encephalopathy at all.
"How is it, Director Sun?" Department Chief Kong asked with a smile. "I'll find a few clinical masters and doctorates to go to your place. You don't have to worry about the night shift. They'll just take up your bed and split the profits together."
Sun Ming's mind worked.
If there was no risk and he could increase his income, that would be a great thing!
However, he was still very cautious and did not directly agree to Department Chief Kong.
Zheng Ren finally understood what Department Chief Kong was doing.
This kind of policy was also available in Sea City, but it was a different situation at the prefecture-level. Large hospitals could not even fill their stomachs, let alone transfer patients to community hospitals.
The population loss in the northeast was serious, so there was no need for this policy at all.
But now … wasn't this a path to the heavens?!
The patient was hospitalized in the community hospital before the surgery. They did not take up the 912's beds at all. Six surgeries a day, and then the patient would be observed for a night. If there was nothing wrong, he would be transferred to the community hospital to continue the liver protection treatment and wait for the second stage of the surgery.
If he could do it, it would be perfect!
He shamelessly asked for two beds in the Department of Digestive Medicine and the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery. There were a total of ten beds and ten surgeries a day …
It seemed that the huge number of surgeries needed for the Nobel Prize was not a problem.
Zheng Ren felt that the sky had brightened in an instant!
"Boss Zheng, let's have dinner together tonight," Department Chief Kong said with a smile.
"Okay." Zheng Ren agreed without hesitation.
Sun Ming was overjoyed.
If he could really get on Boss Zheng's good side, it would be a bright future for the so-called director of a half-dead community hospital like him!
Old Kong was really interesting! Sun Ming thought to himself.
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