Chapter 1885 is confusing

 In larger cities, both small and large hospitals can survive well, but the hospitals that fail to survive are actually the most embarrassing.

 Needless to say, big hospitals, small hospitals, especially those close to train stations and schools, are actually doing quite well.

  If a small hospital does not adhere to some medical rules, let alone business, such as those who wear red scarves to perform abortions hand in hand, and those who put their legs aside like a crab to treat Hualiu disease.

Even if many small hospitals sell patient numbers to private hospitals through eloquence, the income will be beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Tian Hong’s hospital is one of the most popular hospitals, which is very embarrassing in Chancheng. It doesn’t treat serious illnesses or minor illnesses.

The dean only focused on the district’s finances, and the development was mediocre.

 Today, doctors all over the hospital don’t know what to say.

“This is what a hospital is, and this is what a hospital should look like.”

"Yes, look at how professional they are. I heard that the head nurse in the operating room is our own. The rest, from the anesthetist to the roving staff, are all from Yixian Hospital. Who is this classmate Tian Hong? .”

“Do you know that antiemetic drugs were developed by other hospitals?”

 “Hey, I also want to have a classmate like this.”

The more ordinary the hospital, the less familiar it is with Zhang Fan. On the contrary, antiemetic drugs are very famous. I wonder if the doctors and nurses often stay up late...

 In the operating room, in front of the film viewer, Zhang Fan explained his surgical ideas to everyone.

Often, many doctors who perform knife surgery go to the knife hospital, but there is rarely such pre-operative discussion. After all, there are still a small number of extremely difficult surgeries. Many surgeries that require flying knife are performed in lower-level hospitals only after the higher-level hospitals are familiar with them. of.

 But, today is different.

 This operation is difficult, quite difficult.

Of course, today’s lineup is much richer. First of all, for neurology, Yixian Hospital is better than Cha Su. There is no doubt about this. The development of many southern hospitals in small departments can make people smile from ear to ear in surprise.

For example, lung transplantation, not to mention China, the whole world cannot avoid the lung hospital in West Lake. There are relatively few such hospitals in the north, and almost none in the northwest.

However, Tea Su Hospital is a different kind.

Furthermore, Zhang Fan really didn't dare to make big moves in some departments. Back then, he held a refresher course for women and children, which almost sucked the entire Northwest Hospital dry.

At that time, the lawsuit had even reached the level of a feudal official. Sometimes Zhang Fan had to lament that he had never seen such a good time.

Ten years ago, you might be able to hire a subject leader for a little money. If you were more generous, you might even have to move the entire department.

It can't be done now. You guys are all people who have seen the big world. Without real money and silver, it's really impossible.

 Outside the operating room, the fat man was running back and forth.

“Why is Fatty different today? I haven’t seen him so enthusiastic before?”

 “Go, don’t you see who is taking the lead?”

“Tian Hong and Zhang Fan seemed to have nothing to do with each other back then. I just remember Zhang Fan riding a shabby bicycle every day and selling fake goods everywhere.”

"Okay, what's wrong with you today? Are you jealous? This is called Da Ji Tian Xia. Zhang Fan is really a good person. If he were in ancient times, he would be a gentleman."

Two female classmates got together to chat. Although I felt sad for my classmates, seeing the situation today, I couldn't help but feel a little bit sour.

Which woman doesn’t hope that when she is in trouble, a hero with auspicious clouds will come to save her.

 In the operating room, communication was very smooth.

 Zhang Fan's intention was easily reached with a few assistants and the physicians who served as the assistance team.

 As for the medical level of hospitals, sometimes we have to admit that there is a huge difference between the northwest and the south. This difference is not a separate individual, but the whole.

 “Old man, senior brother, please leave me in the audience!”

 After the communication was over, Zhang Fan politely bowed his hands to the old man and his senior brother.

 “Haha, you kid!” Senior Brother smiled, but didn’t say much.

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me. When this operation is over, I will also ask you to do me a favor."

 The old man smiled casually.

"OK!"

Zhang Fan nodded. He knew in his heart that the old man was definitely not borrowing money from him. He probably encountered some difficult patient who needed surgery.

 At the beginning of the operation, all the equipment on the operating table was saved by several pharmaceutical companies. Don't underestimate these pharmaceutical companies.

These equipments are the only ones they can put together for you in such a short time.

 Surgery is very difficult, and the treatment of intracranial oligodendrogliomas is highly controversial in the industry.

 Because this tumor is almost entirely in the functional area of ​​the brain, and tumor surgery generally uses a strategy of preferring to kill by mistake rather than let go. The surgical strategy is often to remove as much tissue as possible with suspected disease.

For example, for lung tumors, lymph dissection almost always reaches the neck.

 But it doesn’t work inside the skull. In some functional areas, even doctors dare not move. If you dare to move, they will turn the patient into a vegetative state in minutes.

 No matter how cautious doctors are, patients who did not have epilepsy before surgery may begin to have epileptic seizures.

 Intracranial surgery can be summed up in one sentence: maximizing tumor resection at the expense of minimal neurological loss.

 However, there is a problem with this method, that is, it cannot completely remove the tumor.

 This is one of the reasons why many physicians do not support patients undergoing surgery.

However, this time it was also thanks to Ms. Zeng’s heroic post, and it was a big city, with several pharmaceutical companies showing off. The equipment sent to Zhang Fan was almost all their most advanced.

 The latest microscope developed by Siemens and Leica is not yet available on the market. I heard that Zhang Fan needs intracranial surgery equipment.

The president of Siemens Huaguo here directly sent this microscope to Zhang Fan for visits to major hospitals.

  Sometimes, I have to lament the brain circuits of Wan Zi Guo and De Mao in the manufacturing industry.

 When in the surgical area, due to temperature changes, adhesion of blood and mucus, and the smoke from the electrocoagulation of the electric knife, this environment is, to put it bluntly, equivalent to putting a lens into a mutton skewer and roasting it on the fire. Therefore, many microscopes need to wipe the lens after being used for a little longer.

The Siemens model does not require wiping at all, just rinse it. This is not the most advanced, as their main focus is color discrimination.

This is so powerful. If the doctor can see through the lens inside the skull, he can distinguish subtle color differences, which is equivalent to opening a direct eye.

“250ml of mannitol and 250ml of glycerol-fructose are used alternately, without interruption during the operation.” The old man Zhuanzi looked at the life detection system for a while, and then looked at the patient’s input and output, while giving the patient the corresponding medicine with ease.

 The medicine is the same, but the people who can use it are different, and the effects are really different.

 Three hours, four hours, from morning to evening.

 The door to the operating room finally opened.

A group of people cheered and rushed up, but Tian Hong's husband hesitated and didn't dare to move forward at all. He was really afraid of hearing, "I'm sorry!"

 When Tian Hong fell ill, her lover felt that the sky was falling.

People are different. Some people can share wealth and honor, while some people can share not only wealth and honor but also adversity.

“Zhang Yuan, thank you for your hard work.”

 Zhang Fan waved his hand, looked at the crowd, and then saw Tian Hong's husband, and said softly: "The operation was successful, and the tumor was completely removed. Take good care of her after the operation, and Tian Hong will recover soon."

 After saying one sentence, Tian Hong’s husband’s whole body seemed to be shaking, his lips were trembling, and tears were pouring down his face.

 He didn’t even know what to say.

What a desperate escape!

“I’m a little tired. Please help Director Chen and Director Wang from our hospital greet the experts who are here to help!”

Having stood on the operating table almost all day long, it would be false to say that he was not tired. Zhang Fan's whole body seemed to be rusty now. When he walked out of the operating room, all the joints in his body felt like they were creaking.

 The fat man nodded immediately, "Don't worry, everything will be settled properly."

 Actually, Zhang Fan didn’t need to explain anything. Lao Chen had already done what needed to be done.

 At night, Zhang Fan took a few bites and fell into a coma.

 There are many doctors who die suddenly, especially surgeons. They live an irregular life and work overtime at night from time to time. They tell patients to have a regular schedule every day, but in fact, not only the patients can't do it, but they can't do it either.

 In the hotel, Tian Hong’s husband and the fat man were sitting together, “Just give me a righteous cause.”

The fat man also had a troubled look on his face, "It's not appropriate to give money. It's not okay to give less money, and it's not okay to give too much. It's difficult!"

"What should I do?" Tian Hong's husband is a high school teacher, a teacher by profession. This time Zhang Fan can come all the way for the surgery. He is thinking about how to thank Zhang Fan, but he is not good at this aspect, so after thinking about it, he comes Ask the fat man.

“Zhang Yuan, what are your hobbies?”

"Hobby, I guess you can't satisfy his hobby. I also heard from hearsay that he went to Wanzi to have an operation on some director. After the operation, they gave him a porcelain. It is said that there are only two in the world, and one is in the bend. Bend the Forbidden City!

 Do you think ordinary people can be satisfied? "

“Um! I don’t have any porcelain at home, but my father is a carver who specializes in carving jade. I have an jade pendant at home. I wonder if I can take it out?”

 While the two were entangled, Zhang Fan finally woke up from his sleep.

 As soon as I raised my head, I saw Lao Chen holding a book beside him, engrossed in reading.

Zhang Fan slowly stood up and came over to take a look, "Square and round!"

Old Chen saw Zhang Fan getting up, and quickly handed him a cup of water and a towel, "Zhang Yuan, are you hungry? There is a rice porridge restaurant in Chancheng at night, and it tastes pretty good."

“Stop a moment, have the old man and my senior brother made arrangements?”

“The old man and President Jiang left the operating room, rested for a while, and then left in the car without eating.

But the old man left a message for you before he left, asking you to visit their research institute when you have free time.

I did not say that the old man's spirit was not good. Dean Jiang did not say anything, but he urged the cost of helping to do data. "

Zhang Fan nodded, "This is a big favor for me. I can't go there tomorrow." As for his senior brother's matter, Zhang Fan simply ignored it.

They wanted hammer funding, and when the data came out, they could produce several papers. Zhang Fan didn't ask them for money. He opened his mouth first, and he didn't know how big his face was.

Zhang Fan took a rest and went out quietly with Lao Chen. Then Lao Chen took Zhang Fan to take a taxi to the night market.

Once entering the night market, Zhang Fan was a little dumbfounded. There were too many people.

 Compared to night markets in the northwest, people here feel like nocturnal creatures. In the late evening, piles of men and women gathered at the small food stalls and had a great time eating.

 (End of this chapter)