Chinese medicine: When you do things to the extreme

Chapter 299 Love and Hate Intertwined (Subscription Request)

"What kind of person is Professor Tan Zhongyu?" Lin Changhong turned and asked Lan Zhuozhi.

Lin Changhong had already made up his mind that he had to have Zhou Yanqing.

Lan Zhuozhi was a little confused. What was the relationship between Zhou Yanqing and his teacher?
Lan Zhuozhi shook his head: "Professor Lin, Professor Tan is a professor of hand surgery. I am not very familiar with hand surgery."

"But I've also heard that Professor Tan has a bad temper."

After thinking about it for a while, Lan Zhuozhi understood what Professor Lin meant. He wanted to cut some flesh from Tan Zhongyu!
"You don't have a very good temper? How bad can it be? Is it worse than mine?" Lin Changhong turned around and asked.

Lan Zhuozhi quickly shut up.

This is a question that has no answer.

But it would be bad not to answer, so I simply didn't answer directly: "I think Professor Lin, you are very kind and elegant, not fierce at all."

Lin Changhong's majesty and temperament have nothing to do with whether he is fierce or has a good temper.

"Well, go to work!~"

"Call me if there are any special situations." Lin Changhong is the director after all. It is impossible for him to participate in the rescue of every emergency. What he wants is to take charge of the overall situation and give confidence to everyone.

He is the stabilizer of the trauma center. He is the last one to fall. If others cannot save him, he can still be rescued.

Lan Zhuozhi turned around and sold out Lin Changhong: "Yanqing, you'd better be careful. Director Lin has taken a fancy to you. He may even want to take away your master as well."

Zhou Yanqing was sitting on a chair and looking at his phone. When he heard these fierce words, his legs trembled and he turned around in surprise: "What?"

Lan Zhuozhi analyzed: "If Professor Lin wants to solve the problem from the root, I think he will just pack up your master and bring him here."

"Of course this is just my personal guess. Professor Lin just asked me what kind of person your teacher is."

Zhou Yanqing fell silent.

In fact, from common sense, there are not many people in the entire medical field who can package their own teachers!

Dean Lei Zhong also has a very high status in the field of orthopedics, but he is not to the extent that he can poach all his own teachers.

However, Lin Changhong's status in the underworld is higher than that of Dean Lei Zhong. It is hard for Zhou Yanqing to say whether he can do it or not.

Zhou Yanqing replied, "That's between Professor Lin and my master. I can't be so involved!"

Zhou Yanqing can only determine his own future, but cannot decide the future of his teacher.

Moreover, even if his teacher wanted to give up hand surgery, Zhou Yanqing might not necessarily give up hand surgery and stay in the trauma center for a long time.

We can also perform hand surgery here.

After clarifying this basic point, Zhou Yanqing's mentality became calm again.

I came to the trauma center to get promoted. It is a requirement to take this step. Why should I think so much?

……

Time flies, and several days pass.

In the trauma center, there is no day or night, no distinction between time. It is good enough to be able to get off work and rest on time. It is hard to think about going home.

After Zhou Yanqing took over the shift, he walked towards the lounge.

While flushing the toilet in a public restroom, Zhou Yanqing heard a familiar voice approaching: "What on earth is going on with this trauma center?"

"During this week, the number of patients admitted has not decreased, and the number of deaths is only in the single digits?"

"Are you going crazy?"

"Or is it that Professor Lin Changhong is really as mysterious as the legend says, and is the guardian god at the gate of Hades' Palace?"

"I don't know!" another person replied.

……

Judging from the voices, it should be Associate Professor Zhang Mu and Professor Su Feng.

After the two entered, Zhou Yanqing was just pulling up his pants. He turned around and faced each other. Zhou Yanqing smiled and said, "Professor Su, Director Zhang."

"Yanqing." Professor Su Feng lowered his hand and spoke in a low voice.

"Is it true that your trauma center only had single-digit deaths in the first week of December?"

According to statistics, about 3,000 people die in the emergency department every year, eight or nine a day, or sixty or seventy a week.

It’s not that the hospital is willing to “kill” so many people, but some of them cannot be saved despite all their efforts.

The mortality rate of surgical trauma is relatively higher than that of internal medicine and aortic dissection!

Now, the trauma center seems to be on high gear, with only single-digit deaths in a week. Doesn't this show that their internal medicine and emergency room are incompetent?

"I haven't done any statistics, and Professor Lin hasn't reported any statistics."

Zhou Yanqing replied cautiously: "But Professor Lin is indeed very charming!~"

"This is more than just charming. I think everyone in Qilu Hospital is crying right now."

"This is the Dinghai Shenzhen that has been taken away!~"

"As expected of Professor Lin." Professor Su Feng admired him sincerely.

The mortality rate is very difficult to control.

To reduce it by 0.1 percent, you need to rely on your tone and have elastic fluctuations.

There are some types of diseases that you cannot treat because they are beyond your ability and you cannot reach them even if you stand on tiptoe.

Even top hospitals like Union Medical College Hospital and West China Hospital are out of reach.

unless?

A very good team was forced in.

"Professor Fang, I estimate that this year your trauma center can be ranked among the top ten sub-specialties in the hospital."

"With such a performance, even if it only lasts for one month, the hospital cannot sit idly by." Deputy Chief Physician Zhang Mu gave a thumbs up sincerely.

You may not believe in bragging, but you must believe in the data.

You cannot refuse emergency treatment for a dying patient. Even if you cannot handle it, if the patient is in the dying stage, you have to find a way to deal with it.

Xiangya Hospital no longer has any next-level referral unit.

"Director Zhang, you are too kind to praise me. Our trauma center is new and it is impossible for us to receive such honors."

"Everyone is trying their best and they are all very good," Zhou Yanqing replied with a smile.

Zhang Mu nodded and didn't say anything else after he approached the water drain.

Zhou Yanqing walked towards the lounge on his own.

Just lie down and fall asleep...

……

When Zhou Yanqing woke up again, Chen Yu had already brought him a "love lunch box" packed with meals from the Hongqi Canteen.

"Isn't today Monday? Why are you here to deliver food again?" When Zhou Yanqing was having dinner with Chen Yu, the others turned over in envy.

"School ended early today. I'm Black Tuesday."

"Besides, I don't have an appetite to eat alone."

"So I came here!" Chen Yu explained with a smile. In fact, he was just thinking about Zhou Yanqing.

Zhou Yanqing has been coming to the trauma center since National Day, and has been there day and night. The longest time she hadn't seen Zhou Yanqing was six days.

The two have only been together for less than a year and are still in the honeymoon period.

How can I not think about it?

However, I can also understand the nature of Zhou Yanqing’s current job, so starting from late October, meals will be delivered once every weekend.

They delivered meals twice in November, and now they occasionally deliver meals on weekdays.

"I'm afraid you're too busy!~Actually, I'll order." Zhou Yanqing explained with a smile.

Before he could finish his words, Lin Changhong's voice rushed in from outside the door, "Zhou Yanqing..."

"You should eat first." Lin Changhong pushed open the door and saw the heads of a man and a woman. She held back all her words, and her expression was a mixture of love and hate...

(End of this chapter)