White armor

Chapter 457 Is This Person Stupid?
Early in the morning, Luo Hao woke up.

After opening his eyes, Luo Hao was not in a hurry to get up.

I could hear the girl's even breathing; she was sleeping soundly.

How wonderful it would be if life was this simple and easy every day. Listening to the big girl's breathing, Luo Hao felt very calm.

It’s really nice to live like this.

Outside the window is the blue sky of the northeast in late autumn, so blue and transparent that it makes people feel open-minded.

Luo Hao lay down for 1 minute, got up quietly, washed up, cooked a pot of porridge and fried two eggs.

The breakfast was simple and Luo Hao didn't wake up the girl.

It takes a long time for me to get to the hospital by the river from the east side of the city, but it only takes a few minutes for me to walk to Haodong, so there is no need to get up so early.

Change shoes, go out and close the door.

Luo Hao relaxed his body and straightened up. It only took him a breath to transform from a family man into Professor Sanqing.

After getting in the car, Luo Hao picked up his cell phone and glanced at it.

Zhuang Yan left a message to herself and attached a bunch of test reports.

The patient poisoned by paraquat is recovering well. Although there has been no qualitative change yet, Luo Hao can already see that he is recovering.

Now we just hope that the area of ​​pulmonary fibrosis can be reduced.

As for lung transplantation, judging from the patient's condition now, it is definitely not necessary.

Turning from bottom to top, it seems as if time is flowing backwards.

Luo Hao suddenly saw that Zhuang Yan had left him a long medical record and several important test reports.

Aptt is a bit high, but not fatal, pt and other things are normal.

However, the patient continued to bleed and the amount of bleeding was not small.

But Luo Hao just took a glance and closed the page.

It is better to have similar consultations at the hospital. There is no need to rush for such trivial matters.

Opening the video software, Luo Hao found a video of a history blogger and started listening to the long video while driving.

When he arrived at the hospital, Luo Hao changed his clothes.

"Lao Meng."

"Professor Luo, you're here." Meng Liangren seemed to have not slept all night and had been sitting in front of the computer studying the medical records.

"How's Corey?"

"It's okay." Meng Liangren seemed to be worried.

"What are you thinking about, Lao Meng?"

Meng Liangren hesitated for a moment, "Xiaozhuang's classmate said he wanted to resign because of a medical accident. Last night, we sorted out the scattered medical records and sent them to you. Have you read them?"

Oh? Lao Meng's speech began to become disorganized. It seemed that he was really confused. Luo Hao smiled in his heart.

Xiaozhuang’s classmate~~~No wonder.

"I have seen it." Luo Hao smiled and said, "Let's go to the ICU and take a look at the patient suffering from paraquat."

"What do you think?" Meng Liangren asked absentmindedly.

"It depends on the patient." Luo Hao said casually, "Only the APT is a little abnormal. The value does not support the continuous bleeding. There are related diseases, but they are too many and too complicated."

"You..." Meng Liangren stood up and walked to Luo Hao.

"Go to that hospital for a checkup?" Luo Hao smiled, "There's no such rule."

Meng Liangren actually understood.

Although he is not a civil servant, he has seen civil servants doing things.

Things like passing the buck are not very decent, the main thing is to follow the rules.

If someone doesn't ask for a consultation or come to you to see a doctor, who would allow others to interfere?

Even if you are labeled as someone who “cures diseases and saves lives”, it won’t work.

"Meng, you've been working hard lately. Winter is coming, and the Ice and Snow Festival and the annual meeting are going to be held at the same time. Our team may be very busy."

Meng Liangren thought, "How many annual meetings are held in the provincial capital?"

"Professor Mao is pushing for the annual meeting of the Department of Stomatology to be held here. The General Surgery Department and the Cardiothoracic Surgery Department will definitely be there. As for the others, I don't know for now."

so much!
Meng Liangren was a little dazed.

The National Academic Annual Conference was a big deal in the early years. Some manufacturers begged and pleaded to hold it and "by the way" show off in front of the bigwigs in the industry.

The most exaggerated thing is that the annual meeting is held in Paris, which is the pinnacle of cardiovascular medicine.

As for now?

The annual meeting was very simple, without even any snacks, only a bottle of Nongfu Spring.

But after all, it is an annual academic conference, and with so many big names attending, it has to be presented in a formal manner.

The conditions are not like this in the north, and everything is strictly controlled. It would be better in the south, Meng Liangren thought to himself.

Professor Luo definitely doesn't have time, and Dr. Chen has to go to accompany him. Zhuang Yan has to run around, so all the work in the department will have to be thrown to herself.

"Professor Luo, don't worry, I will insist on safe and stable operation, and I will report to you if anything happens."

"Don't be so polite all the time. It's not necessary." Luo Hao waved his hand.

Meng Liangren always felt that Professor Luo Haoluo had changed, but when they met every day, he couldn't tell where the changes were.

More magnanimous?
Or something else?
When they arrived at the ICU, they changed their clothes and went in.

Zhuang Yan was squatting and looking at the urine in the urine bag. Luo Hao knew that the patient was about to enter the polyuria stage and was recovering.

There is nothing more to read. Clinical treatment is mostly a slow and painstaking process. It is a legend that taking a golden pill can cure all diseases.

Zhuang Yan did not ask Luo Hao about the condition of the bleeding patient. Luo Hao gave a few instructions and then turned and left.

Surgery, outpatient clinics, and classes at the Medical University, Luo Hao's days are fulfilling.

Ten days later, the patient poisoned by paraquat was finally able to be transferred out of the intensive care unit, which was considered a preliminary recovery.

CT showed some signs of fibrosis in the right upper lobe of the lung, but it did not affect breathing.

Although it will affect your running, jumping and physical work in the future, it is better than being suffocated now.

After the patient was transferred, Luo Hao sent him to the Department of Respiratory Medicine. Professor Li from the University of Technology held Luo Hao's hand and cried uncontrollably.

It can be considered a narrow escape.

And anyone with a little common sense knows how harmful paraquat is.

He actually survived and didn’t need a lung transplant! This was beyond Professor Li’s imagination and was an outcome that could only be dreamt of.

Professor Li held Luo Hao's arm without saying a word and just cried.

Seeing that he was very emotional and it was not convenient for him to talk about things, Luo Hao made an appointment to have dinner together in a few days.

When I buy human movement system content in the mall, my first instinct is to use it in orthopedics.

But that is a more arduous process than curing an illness.

There are millions of workers and related stakeholders in every industry and system, and they are extremely difficult to touch.

Luo Hao also didn't want to make a name for himself with his bare hands, offending countless people and causing countless setbacks for himself in the future.

Besides, if there was a duel, he would definitely lose. No matter how strong one person is, it would be extremely difficult to fight against millions of canal workers. Luo Hao knew this.

Professor Li’s 3D robot can be used, however. It simulates wives and husbands, and with medical design, it is as similar to real people as possible.

The production line is located in Mexico, and we will first dump the products in the United States.

This is Luo Hao’s plan.

If there is more, we need to take it one step at a time.

When I returned to the ward, I saw Feng Zixuan.

"Director Feng, are you free today?"

"I have something to ask you, so I came to see you." Feng Zixuan said, "The Second Hospital is in trouble, and they asked me to help take a look."

"what's up?"

"A patient with inguinal hernia was not getting better after surgery and was bleeding heavily. They pressed too hard, and the patient's family was very angry and said nothing would work."

Luo Hao's heart moved. Although the system did not issue any rewards or anything like that, there was always a legitimate reason.

"Just take a look. In fact, we don't need to see it." Feng Zixuan said with a smile, "The Municipal Medical Dispute Mediation Committee asked for it, but the Second Hospital organized a hospital-wide consultation and the patient's family members refused to do it..."

"Why?" Luo Hao was stunned.

"Oh, they didn't take it seriously at first, thinking that the surgery touched small blood vessels under the skin, causing bleeding and infection. Later, the patient was discharged from the hospital, but he has not been well since then. When he came back, the surgery was reopened to stop the bleeding, and it was found that the infection was serious."

"At this time, they still didn't take it seriously. They should have sought consultation earlier. That was a month ago."

Luo Hao recalled the brief description of the patient's condition that Meng Liangren and Zhuang Yan had sent him, and roughly understood the whole process of the matter.

The condition had not made any positive progress, and the patient's family members became increasingly anxious. In the end, they blamed the doctors and the hospital for everything.

Moreover, we are still in the era of mobile Internet, and information is almost transparent. Whatever you want to see or check, you can find it as long as you are willing.

Although not necessarily correct.

The father of the patient that Feng Zixuan was concerned about graduated from a technical secondary school. He was diligent in looking up information and was able to make medicine himself, let alone treat minor illnesses such as inguinal hernia.

"My family wants an explanation." Feng Zixuan said, lowering his voice, "Xiao Luo, how much do you think the Second Hospital will have to pay?"

"It should be at least 500,000." Luo Hao gave a number.

Feng Zixuan nodded, "The Second Hospital said they would pay 500,000 yuan, but my family didn't agree."

"..." Luo Hao was silent.

If I were not a doctor, I would not agree to this. This is just a trivial illness that has lasted for a month and a half. The more I treat it, the worse it gets. I need blood transfusions and so on. Now the patient is in the intensive care unit, and I have to pay 50 yuan?
joke.

Luo Hao sighed, what was going on?

In addition, Luo Hao had met Zhuang Yan's classmates and did not have a good impression of that licking dog. Luo Hao believed that he would not handle the patient's family properly, at least several orders of magnitude worse than Lao Meng.

"We're just going to take a look, just like the consultation on stage, the Medical Dispute Mediation Committee will go through the process." "Okay."

"How's Zhuzi? Have you had any rehearsals recently?" Feng Zixuan asked.

"Rehearsal? Oh, no, I will take the bamboo to Central Street and try not to use a cage. But the problem is that there will be a lot of people there, and we hope there won't be a stampede."

Feng Zixuan had not expected this, a stampede! These four words made Feng Zixuan stunned for a moment, and then he broke into a sweat.

Trampling is a matter of life and death, and it is no joke.

"There was no rehearsal. In fact, I don't recommend tourists to get close to bamboo. A few days ago, Grandma Hu held bamboo and took a photo, but how can you compare with bamboo?"

Feng Zixuan deeply agreed with this.

Giant panda, that’s a giant panda!

"I will discuss this with Director Geng again. We must come up with a safe solution."

"Director Feng, after the consultation, shall we go to Have a Boxed Lunch?"

"Okay." Feng Zixuan laughed.

Feng Zixuan hasn't seen Zhuzi for a long time, and he misses her a little.

I've been a bit busy recently, but today I have some free time, so I took the opportunity to go out and see Zhuzi regarding the Municipal Medical Dispute Mediation Committee's matter.

"There's something wrong with the handling of the case at the Second Hospital. It seems that the doctor is Xiaoyan's classmate." Feng Zixuan said as he walked out, "Don't get involved. They are all master's students of Peking University Health Science Center. They flatter each other."

"When you encounter trouble, you realize that many people are just empty talkers, good-looking but useless. They only use the name of Peking University to talk about trouble, which brings shame to our alma mater."

This comment was somewhat sarcastic, but Luo Hao agreed with it.

"Director Feng, why are you so angry?"

"Something always goes wrong in the regular training. The people at the teaching and training base annoy me all the time." Feng Zixuan said coldly.

When with Luo Hao, Feng Zixuan speaks without reservation and is willing to express his emotions.

Teaching and training base? It turned out to be because of this matter. Luo Hao smiled slightly.

"Before, some people said that the interns were treated like slaves and were not taught anything. I even held several meetings on this matter and asked each department to pay more attention. Now that their children are here, we have to teach them something."

"The resident doctor has been making a fuss again these days. I'm going to take a look."

"How is it?" Luo Hao started to make fun of the guy.

"Not very good, each one is very arrogant." Feng Zixuan was very unhappy, "In the Department of Neurology, Director Lu pushed a mobile computer around the ward, checking each bed one by one, and carefully explaining each patient to the resident doctors.

From clinical manifestations to examination results to medication, when I returned to the office, the teaching secretary came to me and said that he heard the resident doctors complain that my ward rounds took too long and that I was exhausted after standing for the whole morning.

The resident doctors in another group asked why they were standing and why they didn’t sit down in their offices to talk. ”

“Hahaha.” Seeing Feng Zixuan’s distress, Luo Hao laughed, “The children are still young. They don’t know the difference between right and wrong, nor do they know what is good for them.”

"Back then I..." Feng Zixuan only said three words and swallowed the rest.

"Director Feng, it's just the two of us, please tell me." Luo Hao looked at Feng Zixuan curiously.

"It's popular to call daddy now. I heard it from my children. It gets annoying when they say it too much. They keep asking for overtime pay. Overtime pay? Dream on."

Luo Hao smiled and said nothing.

"Isn't the only way our medical system survives by relying on overtime and exploiting the labor of doctors and nurses?" Feng Zixuan suddenly seemed to have a mental breakdown and spoke on the side of the resident doctors.

This old complaint has a strong smell of stale blood, stronger than Dad's.

"Without the grassroots doctors working overtime, the hospital would have gone bankrupt a long time ago. In the past, when you were earning a lot, you could say you didn't want to work, because there were plenty of people willing to work. This year, have you seen that?"

"I saw it." Luo Hao said.

Feng Zixuan was stunned. He didn’t even know what he was talking about. How could Luo Hao “see” it?

Before he could speak, Luo Hao continued, "Since the practicing physician examination began in 01, the scores have been rising year by year. But after the epidemic, the scores have risen again. Not many children who started studying medicine in 24 years want to work in clinical practice, and the scores have gradually dropped."

"Maybe the scores don't look low, but the difficulty of the test paper has been greatly reduced. Why? Isn't it because everyone is busy with the capitalists asking for street lamps and overtime pay for overtime work? The children will naturally learn this and will definitely resist."

"I remember a few years ago, an anesthesia trainee left work and left the patient on the operating table."

"..."

Feng Zixuan didn't expect that Luo Hao was like a little bug in his heart, very clear. He already knew what he wanted to say, and he said it more clearly.

It's really easy to talk to smart people.

"Yeah, I've never seen an anesthesiologist leave the patient on the operating table and then go home first. Even if the teacher is with him, it's not okay, because the teacher hasn't left yet."

"Oh, in this kind of situation, each person has his own reasons. The real estate economy can't keep up, and we have no money. Our tertiary hospital is a bit over the standard. In fact, we are fine. Hospitals like those in Donglian City are not good. Donglian Mine is getting more and more sluggish. Every time I chat with my uncle, he complains."

"Oh." Feng Zixuan sighed.

I am not worried, but I have invested my entire life's work in this hospital. It makes me feel uncomfortable to see it decline.

"What happened to those trainees later?" Luo Hao asked.

“If I don’t explain, they will complain that they can’t learn anything and they are only asked to write medical records; if I explain, they will complain that the ward rounds are too long and tiring.

The whole ward round took less than two hours. How could that be tiring? I used to push a medical record cart and go on ward rounds with the director. The rounds would last four or five hours without eating.

Xiao Luo, I always see you counting on your fingers and saying one, two, three, four, five, just like the old director of the internal medicine department.

Internists rely on ward rounds, and ward rounds are all about standing by the bed, not lectures, where you have to sit in the office and talk. And the teacher was talking the whole time, and they looked like they were too lazy to listen, standing all over the place."

Feng Zixuan was very relaxed when talking to Luo Hao, and his words were chattering and illogical.

Luo Hao just responded with a smile, making a joke from time to time, and Feng Zixuan's complaints gradually became less.

"No overtime pay for overtime work, that's for civil servants. I'm a nobody civil servant, second-class establishment. The city's funding is getting less and less, this year it's only 10%."

"Oh, I found that no matter if they were professional masters or regular trainees, they were unwilling to work. Masters rely on papers and scientific research, and they take another path. But judging from the recent news, scientific research seems to be no longer feasible."

"There's a doctor from the Forestry Hospital who came back from the capital. He was the deputy director in the capital. He said he could do any surgery and was brought back as a talent. But he didn't know anything. Later I found out that he only did scientific research in the capital."

"I can't comfort patients, I can't diagnose diseases, I can't perform surgery, and I can't even ask for a consultation."

"A doctor like this can actually be the director, this must be a joke!"

Feng Zixuan got in the car, feeling a little angry.

"Director Feng, I didn't expect you to be an angry young man." Luo Hao said with a smile.

"Aren't you angry?"

"There's no point getting angry. Your time was so good. You made a living by selling medicine. Although you left some small handles in the hands of others, you lived a comfortable life. Our generation really didn't catch up with the good times."

Feng Zixuan curled his lips. Others could say this, but Luo Hao couldn't.

He can live well in any era, he... is a real talent.

You have to learn skills yourself so that you can live a good life no matter what era you live in.

Even before liberation, an operation for cerebral hemorrhage was just like a small yellow croaker. Even if the patient was dying, they would be thrown out, saying that it was unlucky not to die in the clinic.

Those regular trainees only know how to learn how to get overtime pay. As Feng Zixuan thought about it, his thoughts began to wander and a smile gradually appeared on the corners of his mouth.

Ignite and start.

"We can just watch the fun when we get there." Feng Zixuan reminded, "They didn't do the operation well, they just wanted to pass on the blame, and they were determined to transfer the patient from the Second Hospital's ICU to our ICU. Chen Yan argued with them over there, saying that you can't do it, and my family can't do it either, so we suggest that the patient be transferred..."

Feng Zixuan paused involuntarily as he spoke.

"Transfer to my Union Medical College?" Luo Hao asked.

"Hahaha, are you sure? I have to transfer to Concord Medical College."

Luo Hao also smiled.

This kind of clinical buck-passing is not very common in the provincial capital. After all, everyone is well-known in the province and has at least some dignity and reserve.

It was just an inguinal oblique hernia, but it caused such a big problem. Luo Hao was helpless.

"I took a look at the medical records. The content is very rough. You will definitely not be used to it." Feng Zixuan said, "Let's just have fun with it. Just like your surgery department, we have a consultation on the stage and give an explanation to the patient's family in the end."

"We just need to give an explanation to the Medical Dispute Mediation Committee so that it sounds good to others." Luo Hao agreed.

"Yeah, it's just a formality. If the operation goes wrong, they're going to blame us. That's nonsense. Do they think we're fools? Or do they think we're noobs?"

As he spoke, Feng Zixuan drove his car around in the river of cars.

Arriving at the Second Hospital, Feng Zixuan went to the Dispute Office with familiarity.

The dispute resolution office here is similar to that of the First Hospital. It seems that it is a way for sister hospitals to learn from each other's strengths and make up for each other's weaknesses.

The patient's family was not around. Chen Yan was arguing with someone while twisting his heartbeat.

The content is simply that everyone's level is about the same, you can't cure it, and my family can't cure it either, so the patient should be transferred to Union Hospital as soon as possible and let the higher-level hospital clean up the mess.

No matter whether the other party is the good cop or the bad cop, Chen Yan will not fall for it and will firmly stick to his bottom line - he will never take the blame.

They are all monsters who have turned into spirits. No one should talk about Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio.

Luo Hao and Feng Zixuan walked into the office. Luo Hao sat next to Chen Yan and picked up the medical record.

"Xiao Luo, here he is." Chen Yan said with a smile.

"Hello, Director Chen." Luo Hao greeted him and began to look at the medical records.

Sure enough, after being so used to seeing the medical records written by Lao Meng and Zhuang Yan, Luo Hao felt like his eyes were going blind when he looked at the surgeon's medical records.

What is written here?
It's obvious that I didn't pay much attention at first, so I copied and pasted everything and only modified a few points.

The most obvious mistake is that the patient had a history of appendectomy, but there was no description of an incision on the abdomen.

Based on this medical record, it is not an exaggeration to give it a "C" rating. If you take it to court, you will lose every time.

But Luo Hao didn't say anything. When it comes to medical records, his own Union Hospital is not much better.

The patient has been staying in the intensive care unit for a long time, and when he is about to be discharged, the intensive care doctor has to chase him down to ask for the surgical records.

Surgeons really don't like any kind of paperwork, no matter which hospital they work in.

Soon, Luo Hao felt a burning gaze looking at him. Although it was hot, it was also full of hostility.

Luo Hao looked up and saw the classmate who was Zhuang Yan's bootlicker whom he had met in the imperial capital staring at him with hostility. There seemed to be fire in his eyes, the fire of jealousy.

This kid doesn't know how serious the situation is? Luo Hao was a little surprised.

Isn't the main conflict now how to settle things? He is still jealous, this guy is an idiot.

(End of this chapter)