White armor

Chapter 412 Dean Zhuang's Teachings and Practices

"Oh, I see." Lin Yuming said calmly, "Have the people been sent here?"

"Okay, I'll call the chest department. Don't worry, it won't cost much."

"Sure, don't worry."

After Lin Yuming hung up the phone, he stood up, pointed at the phone in his hand, and walked out.

"Are there another difficult patient in the towns and villages below?" Chen Yong asked.

Luo Hao nodded.

Liu Yiyi didn't understand and looked at Luo Hao with eyes full of questions.

"That's right. Every year there are poverty alleviation plans, which means that a small number of poor patients can get treatment for free or at a reduced cost."

"How come I don't know?!" Liu Yiyi was stunned.

As a practitioner in the medical industry, Liu Yiyi didn't know anything about this. And there was a poverty alleviation program? This kind of thing was completely unknown to Liu Yiyi.

"There are few indicators, only a few every year. If there were more, do you think the families of so many department heads would suddenly become poor households?" Luo Hao replied.

You know what, this is not only possible, but it will definitely happen.

"The money is actually not much. It is indeed not much considering the size of the mining company. They just do similar things without publicizing them. How would you know?" Luo Hao smiled.

"Have you used it?"

"I've used it a few times." Luo Hao admitted.

Liu Yiyi always felt that something was wrong. She held the glass and stared at the beer foam in it in a daze.

"Old Liu, what are you thinking about?" Chen Yong asked.

"If there is a policy, shouldn't everyone know about it?"

"It's enough for the senior party officials in the townships and villages to know. It's not even necessary for them to know. It's enough for the village party secretary to know. They know who the real five-guarantee households are.

The five-guarantee households cannot afford medical treatment, not to mention minor illnesses. If it is a serious illness, the village party secretary will contact the hospital to see if this method can be used.”

"Can……"

"The underworld is not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships. Hospitals always have to deal with some problems. With the help of the village party secretary, the hospital will have fewer troubles.

As for the treatment and surgery of the poor five-guarantee households, just tell the hospital. As long as the information is complete, it will be a waste. They are all state-owned hospitals, how can they not treat patients? "

Chen Yong disagreed and gave a simple explanation.

"The main reason is that there are not many places available. If we give them away, we won't be able to hold on for a day, and we won't be able to wait for people who really need them." Luo Hao explained with a smile, "My uncle usually contacts the village party secretary for such matters. It's really troublesome. As the deputy dean, he also has to do some of the work of the director of the medical department."

Liu Yiyi didn't say anything, just concentrated on thinking.

Soon, Lin Yuming came back after finishing his phone call.

"Do you need help?" Luo Hao asked.

"No need. I have informed the chest department and the operating room. This year's quota has been used up. I told them to keep the cost below 6000. The village can pool together, and the hospital can save some money, and that will be enough for the surgery."

"What disease?"

"For diaphragmatic hernia, there is no need for thoracoscopy. Just make a small incision of 10 cm, go in and push the stomach back, and just put a few stitches on the diaphragm." Lin Yuming didn't care.

But Liu Yiyi was shocked. She looked at Lin Yuming in surprise.

Costs under 6000 yuan? At the First Hospital of Medical University, 6000 yuan is not enough to get you out of the operating room, and that’s just for the anesthesia.

But if you just work for free and sell your skills, it's not impossible.

However, in the middle of the night, several groups of people were working overtime for no reason, and it seemed that this happened not once or twice, but all year round.

Liu Yiyi was completely silent.

"Old Liu, what's that look in your eyes?" Luo Hao asked with a smile.

"The money is too little. I don't think the surgery can be done. I don't know about Donglian, but if it's the First Hospital of Medical University, they definitely can't do it."

“Haha, it’s a public hospital. Now they’re shouting a lot, this and that, but there is always a bottom line. I’m not being daddy-like and talking about moral bottom line. It’s the bottom line of governance.” Lin Yuming smiled and explained kindly.

"Uh~~~" Liu Yiyi was stunned.

"You still have to have the most basic medical insurance. It doesn't have to be that good, but you can't just give them some painkillers to fool them.

In fact, there are not many people in the rural areas who cannot afford such a small amount of money. After reimbursement from the New Rural Cooperative Medical Scheme, there is only more than 3000 yuan left for self-payment. The village raises some money, and you spend some money yourself. Together, everyone contributes and the disease can be cured.

If it's really a bottomless pit like cancer, you won't get this kind of treatment."

Liu Yiyi roughly understood the principle behind it.

"Actually, 6000 is the price I paid. Generally speaking, 4000 is about the same. If you calculate it this way, the cost will be even less," said Lin Yuming.

"!!!"

4000 yuan for a diaphragmatic hernia? Liu Yiyi didn't know there was such a price.

"Almost. There was a patient with pericardial tamponade who was sent to us in the summer of the year before last. From the rescue to the surgery, and then to discharge, guess how much it cost?" Luo Hao asked with a smile.

"1?"

That's cardiac tamponade!
"2200." Luo Hao gave a sensational number.

"!!!"

"We performed the surgery, opened the pericardium and let the blood out, and then gave him gentamicin. The patient was young and in good health, so he had no reaction and was discharged on the third day. But this is a special case, and if there was a problem, we would be shocked," Luo Hao explained.

"So, the village party secretary has to come forward as a guarantor. If there is a post-operative infection or something like that, just don't cause trouble for the hospital."

There are a lot of issues involved here, and Liu Yiyi can probably figure it out.

If similar patients receive normal treatment, the hospital will bear the responsibility and would not dare to give only gentamicin after surgery.

It is an urban legend that diseases can be cured for just a few cents and that big hospitals charge exorbitant fees.

You get what you pay for, and that’s true.

Nowadays, the success rate of various surgeries is thought to be 100%. Whenever something goes wrong, the hospital will treat it as a major enemy and start various self-examinations.

Including after the operation, it is very troublesome.

Liu Yiyi nodded.

"You girls are spoiled, right..." Lin Yuming was interrupted by Luo Hao after she had only said half a sentence.

"Uncle, you can't say that."

"Oh?" Lin Yuming became interested and looked at Luo Hao, "What do you want to say?"

"There is a new young doctor in my medical team. Should I give her a call and ask?" Luo Hao raised the corners of his mouth with full of confidence.

Lin Yuming was quite curious. If one had never experienced something similar before, even an experienced attending physician would not understand the process.

The new doctor in Luo Hao's medical team? I heard that he is a master's student who graduated from Peking University. Those young doctors are out of touch with reality, and most of them are self-righteous.

Lin Yuming didn't believe it.

Luo Hao had already taken out his cell phone and called Zhuang Yan.

"Go to sleep."

"How come it's so early? I just saw him talking in the medical team's group and writing medical records with Lao Meng." Luo Hao said.

Still writing medical records at this point? Lin Yuming was a little surprised. He didn't expect that his nephew, after becoming a leader, would really treat his subordinates as if they were human beings.

There's no reason to use animals in this way.

It's already this late, and the junior doctor is still writing medical records. Tsk tsk.

"Zhuang Yan." Lin Yuming was still thinking when Luo Hao turned on the speakerphone of his cell phone and the other party picked up the call.

"Senior brother, what's wrong?" Zhuang Yan asked alertly, without a trace of resentment.

"Test." Luo Hao only said one word.

Lin Yuming instantly heard the breathing sound on the other side change, and the young doctor named Zhuang Yan seemed to become serious immediately.

"I have a question for you."

"Senior brother, tell me."

"Suppose now a patient comes to our department with a certificate of five-guarantee household and minimum living allowance, saying that he has no money to treat his illness, but the diagnosis is clear, it is a malignant liver tumor, what would you do?"

"Oh, I thought it was something. Go find my uncle Feng. Isn't there a medical quota for poverty alleviation every year? I'll ask him to allocate one to me. The money is not much, we can just spend it sparingly and not spend what we shouldn't. That should be enough.

As for the future, we can't think too much about it. We just need to do two operations to extend our lifespan. I'll just do my best. Brother, have you seen the patient? When will he be hospitalized? Do I need to tell him in advance?"

"!!!"

"!!!"

Except for Luo Hao and Chen Yong, everyone fell silent.

Including Lin Yuming.

"What if this year's quota is used up?" Luo Hao continued to ask.

"We have to treat people's illnesses, right? We need to contact the village, find grassroots cadres, and find poverty alleviation cadres. Yes, yes, poverty alleviation cadres. Poverty alleviation is not just about helping people make money, treating patients is also one of them.

I heard from my father that the poverty alleviation cadres have a hard time now. They stay in the towns and villages and have to punch in three times a day. They look like nobody's business.

This is considered performance, and they are willing to do so. At least they have something to say when they write their year-end summary.”

Zhuang Yan answered fluently.

"How much does it cost for us to perform an interventional surgery for liver cancer?" Luo Hao's question hit the soul.

"It's hard to say. If the department doesn't charge for anything, you can go to Director Shen and ask the head nurse to charge for only one procedure and use the cheapest consumables from the centralized procurement. The price can be reduced to more than 3000. However, those consumables are not easy to use. If something goes wrong, who will be responsible?"

"Okay, you passed the test, get busy." Luo Hao hung up the phone.

He looked at Lin Yuming, and the smile on his face grew more intense.

“Not bad.” Lin Yuming praised.

The twists and turns involved really taught Luo Hao's young doctor a lesson.

Not only does she think about those lofty things, but the little girl also knows to ask who is responsible if something goes wrong.

There are some things that even an experienced doctor may not know, but this little girl knows them all.

The following contents were rather dark, so Luo Hao did not continue to ask, and Lin Yuming pretended to know what they were saying.

……

……

"A call from Professor Luo? Is there an emergency?" Meng Liangren asked.

"No, my senior asked me a question, and I guess I mentioned it while we were eating." Zhuang Yan said with a smile.

"Who told you this in such detail?" Meng Liangren was also a little surprised.

"My father told me that the underworld is not just about fighting and killing, but also about the human relationships. We are a public hospital, so no matter how we are evaluated, we must always remember the word 'public'."

“???” Meng Liangren didn’t understand why Dean Zhuang wanted to tell Zhuang Yan all this.

"Ah?" Seeing Meng Liangren's confused face, Zhuang Yan recalled what she had just said and laughed.

"My dad means that the poorer the person, the more you should take care of them. Don't be impatient just because they don't have money. Be kind to them."

"???"

Meng Liangren was still full of questions.

What is all this?

How could someone like Dean Zhuang say such a thing?

No matter how you think about it, it's unbelievable, like a fairy tale.

"Because we shouldn't force people into a dead end. I think what my father meant is that the hospital is a public hospital. It should give some preference to the five-guarantee households and poor households. This can not only bring a sense of moral superiority, but also does not violate principles. We can then stand on the moral high ground and make comments in the future." Zhuang Yan's words left the old-fashioned Meng Liangren speechless.

"But the most important thing is the principle of avoidance of the happy."

Meng Liangren suddenly realized what was going on, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he listened to Zhuang Yan continue talking.

"They can't even afford to see a doctor, so isn't it right to help them? Just be clear about your responsibilities and don't help without principles. For example, at least contact the local poverty alleviation cadres.

This kind of good thing should be shared with others.”

Good news? Meng Liangren was stunned.

Zhuang Yan's perspective, or rather, Dean Zhuang's perspective, is indeed higher than his own.

Meng Liangren never thought that this was a good thing.

"This is something that even poverty alleviation officials can talk about. Why not do something that benefits everyone? Don't you think so, Old Meng?"

"Indeed." Meng Liangren then sighed deeply.

Seeing that Zhuang Yan is the eldest daughter, she is usually carefree and doesn’t care about anything.

But they have a family background in this field.

This shows that Dean Zhuang is very serious about his work. He arranged his daughter to work in the front line of clinical work and also reminded her of these detailed and tiny matters.

This kind of thing is rarely seen in the First Hospital of Medical University in a year, but when Dean Zhuang told her about it, Zhuang Yan could almost recite it by heart.

It seems that Zhuang Yan should also have her own understanding.

"Xiao Zhuang, do you think it's appropriate to do this?" Meng Liangren asked tentatively.

"What's the matter? Free surgery? We are a public hospital. Don't we all want free medical care?"

"Uh..." Zhuang Yan's question left Meng Liangren speechless.

"If you want to make it free, you have to do it from the bottom up. There's no reason to do it from the top down."

"The people lying in the ICU are all well-known and important people."

"My father also said this: a gentleman's kindness will be cut off after three generations."

"It seems to be the fifth generation." Meng Liangren was puzzled and took out his mobile phone to search on the Internet.

"Mencius said: The kindness of a gentleman will be cut off after five generations, and the kindness of a villain will be cut off after five generations. I have never been a disciple of Confucius, but I am a private student of others."

"Uh……"

Meng Liangren was speechless again.

"My dad said, why would it take so long? Now is the age of self-media. It's not certain that I can survive for three generations. It would be good if I can survive for two generations. So I have to come to the front line of clinical treatment. Otherwise, if I am protected too well and don't know the sufferings of the world, I will be in big trouble in the future."

"Your father told you so much?" Meng Liangren was surprised.

"I thought of it myself." Zhuang Yan's high ponytail shook.

Meng Liangren knew that he was wrong. Zhuang Yan was not the kind of little lamb she looked.

With a top-notch university and a high level of education, one's IQ must be high. Plus with Dean Zhuang's words and deeds, Zhuang Yan knows everything very well.

"Many things are like this. Lao Meng, let me ask you something. Do you know why I don't go abroad?"

"I have something to say but I don't know whether I should say it or not." Meng Liangren made a joke.

"My dad doesn't have much money, so he doesn't ask for anything unless he has to. But you know, in that position, if he doesn't take it, something bad will happen the next day. You guess what I'm talking about."

"..."

Meng Liangren was completely speechless and shook his head.

"Coco Lee, you know."

"Is that the one singing?"

"Yes, that's her."

"It seems he died a few years ago. He was less than 50 years old when he passed away."

"Do you know why he died?" Zhuang Yan asked.

Meng Liangren felt unfamiliar with this kind of conversational atmosphere. In the past, he always took the initiative, and Zhuang Yan was a student.

And now, it is Zhuang Yan who is teaching herself.

However, Meng Liangren was not obsessed with this kind of thing. He smiled slightly on his square face and shook his head.

"Rich Chinese women like them are the precise hunting targets of American white men!"

"What?"

“Or to put it more nicely, it’s a blood-replenishing pack.

Generally, Chinese women have economic advantages, while white men usually exchange them for political or other interests, and then the two sides get together.

A typical example is the Chao family of Fumao. Elaine Chao married Prime Minister Turtle in exchange for the qualification to enter the American political arena.

Angela Chao, the successor to Fumao, married a Jewish businessman, but the old man died not long after, and Angela Chao remarried a Jewish consortium broker named Jim Breyer.

Meng Liangren was completely confused. What Zhuang Yan said was beyond his understanding of this world.

"You saw what happened to them. They were all unable to have children. In the end, they died suddenly and inexplicably, and their property was divided."

Zhuang Yan shook her high ponytail and said, "I don't want it! Besides, people wouldn't even look down on the little money my family has."

"I thought I was not used to that kind of noodles." Meng Liangren said with a smile.

"This is also one of the factors to consider. By the way!" Zhuang Yan suddenly remembered something, pulled the table mysteriously, and slid to Meng Liangren's side.

"Meng, you know what's going on at Dr. Jason's house, right?"

"Is his son transgender?" Meng Liangren asked in a low voice.

Walls have ears, so it’s better to keep your voice down when talking about things like this.

"Yes."

"That's a male changing into a female, can a female also change into a male?" Meng Liangren said with a smile.

Halfway through his words, Meng Liangren looked at Zhuang Yan's expression and was stunned.

A particularly bad thought that I would never dare to think about normally emerged in my mind.

"My roommate, whose family has two people who went abroad, was a girl. When she was 12 years old, she was told that her gender was male and she could only use the men's toilet in the future."

"Fuck me!"

Meng Liangren was shocked.

"As you know, she had miscarriages again and again. Because her parents refused to admit that it was him and thought it was her, they lost custody. In the end... never mind, it's pointless to talk about this. Anyway, the ending was tragic."

"..."

Meng Liangren suddenly felt that he was old and was no longer used to or adapted to this society.

"So, why do you think I should go there? If I'm forced to go to the men's restroom someday, I'd better stay at home. And my brother is so strong! I'm sure I'll suffer the consequences in the future."

Zhuang Yan said happily.

Meng Liangren was still immersed in what Zhuang Yan said about the girl-to-boy transformation and couldn't extricate himself.

A lot of content was deleted by Zhuang Yan, but repeated miscarriages proved something.

"Xiao Zhuang, haven't you always thought that you should make your father proud of you in the future?" Meng Liangren finally remembered what was wrong.

Today, Zhuang Yan kept calling me "Dad", which is not consistent with Zhuang Yan's personality.

"It doesn't seem to be wrong. I want my dad to be proud of me in the future, but it doesn't affect my belief that what he said is right." Zhuang Yan pretended to be old and patted Meng Liangren on the shoulder. "Meng, rebellion is not good. How old are you? You are an old man, and you still want to be rebellious?"

“……”Meng Liangren was stunned, then burst into laughter.

Indeed, what Xiaozhuang said makes sense, it is my own problem.

Rebellion, I am so old, will I still rebel? A smile appeared on Meng Liangren's upright face.

"Meng, are you hungry? I'll treat you to a meal."

"I'll check on the patients to see who's still awake. What would you like to eat?"

Zhuang Yan followed Meng Liangren out of the doctor's office, her high ponytail swaying.

……

……

"Attention! This person is called Luo Hao."

In Cbd, the lights were on, and someone in a small Cbd pointed at the photo with a laser pen and said.

"I am 27 years old this year. I graduated from the eight-year undergraduate, master's and doctoral program at Union Medical College. I heard that I was recognized by many senior experts when I was in school."

"I'm a civilian at 912, which is equivalent to the school level. I'm currently working at the First Hospital of Jiangbei Provincial Medical University."

"This year, he applied for the Excellent Young Scholars and Young Professors Fund, and was promoted to full professor at the First Hospital of Medical University and Union Hospital."

The cold voice kept talking.

The red dot of the laser pen is so dazzling that people can't open their eyes.

All of Luo Hao's personal information appeared on the screen, some of which even Luo Hao himself did not remember.

Now it is being told in detail.

"This is the car that Luo Hao drives. The body is a Peugeot 307, but it seems to have been modified."

"This is the object of Luo Hao's Qingchang project, bamboo."

"ah!"

There was a cry of surprise from below.

"It is said that Zhuzi only listens to Luo Hao. I have contacted the staff of Haodong, and the conclusions given by several channels are the same."

"This is Zhuzi's first child, named Zhuda. On the day it was born, Luo Hao persuaded the provincial government to hold a grand ceremony for Zhuda, and all the billboards in the provincial capital were bought."

"This is Luo Hao's robot dog. Now it can be called a robot panda. I guess Luo Hao should have a close relationship with Tencent."

Sentence after sentence clearly described Luo Hao's characteristics.

……

……

In the provincial capital, Feng Zixuan was sleeping at home.

There was a sharp shouting coming from outside the door, which sounded very abnormal.

Feng Zixuan turned over, cursed, and wanted to continue sleeping.

But the sound coming from outside the door became more and more fierce, and I had never heard it before. Not never, at least I hadn't heard it for 20 years. This reminded Feng Zixuan of 20 years ago when he was in the emergency room, two groups of people were fighting, and even came to the hospital to kill, causing a patient to jump off the building in the operating room to escape, resulting in more serious trauma.

At that time, the curses from the men and the screams of the escapees were similar to those outside the door.

Feng Zixuan stood up.

"Zixuan, where are you going?"

Feng Zixuan's lover came out from another room and seemed to have been woken up as well.

"Shh~" Feng Zixuan tiptoed and made a gesture to keep quiet.

He leaned over to the peephole and looked out.

The voice-controlled light outside the door was on. After seeing what happened, Feng Zixuan's hands were cold and his eyes were dull.

(End of this chapter)