"Old Sun, don't be polite." Director Kong stood up to smooth things over and said with a smile: "Boss Zheng will go abroad for surgery tomorrow, which is very hard. If you really want to, let your bed be released?"

There are major medical policies. Patients admitted to tertiary hospitals are controlled, and many patients are sent to community hospitals.

This is the legendary hierarchical diagnosis and treatment system.

Some hospitals have performed this very well, but for the large Grade A hospitals in the imperial capital, the patients who come to see the hospital are all foreigners, and the conditions are serious and there are many difficult and complicated diseases, so it is still difficult to implement.

For example, the community hospital where Sun Ming is located has very few capable people. If you want to become a triage hospital in 912... the lack of doctors and nurses is a huge obstacle, and there is no room for maneuver.

This is a matter of the matter.

There are documents on it, and it is impossible not to execute it yourself. But if you do it, there are no high-level doctors, doctoral students or masters in 912, and no one wants to be sent to a community hospital. If you insist on doing it, it will be a life for humans. If you are not dealt with properly, medical disputes will be enough for you to be annoyed.

So this matter was delayed in a dilemma.

When Director Kong mentioned this, Sun Ming was stunned for a moment and his mind was very quick. He glanced at Director Kong and saw that there was a smile in his eyes, he immediately understood what he meant.

"Old Kong, you know my conditions."

"It's okay, there's no big problem with the patients on Boss Zheng." Director Kong smiled and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to see the patients after tips surgery today."

Zheng Ren was not sure what kind of mystery was being fought between Director Kong and Sun Ming, but he didn't ask, and went to the rounds with Director Kong.

The six beds Zheng Ren was in charge and the six postoperative patients all performed the surgery today.

When I arrived at the ward, I saw a nurse talking to the patient, and the patient's family was talking. The voice was a little loud. Obviously something happened, and everyone was in a state of anxiety.

Director Kong's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that it is okay for me to be fine in normal times, but if there is something wrong with something big today?

"What's wrong?" Director Kong frowned and asked.

"Director, the patient monitored vital signs for 8 hours after surgery. Now everything is stable. I want to withdraw the electrocardiogram monitoring for him, but he will not do it." The nurse said helplessly.

Director Kong immediately felt relieved.

He smiled, came to the bed, and asked, "Where are you uncomfortable?"

"Doctor, it doesn't matter if you remove the surveillance or something. Don't remove this painkiller." The other two patients in the same ward also nodded at the same time and said in unison.

Pain relief post? This sentence made Director Kong stunned.

What painkiller patches? After tips surgery, the patient will not experience any pain symptoms at all, so how can there be painkiller patches?

He followed the patient's gaze and was an electrode membrane attached to the patient's chest wall.

"Is this?" Director Kong asked tentatively.

"Yes, director." said the patient in the next bed: "This painkiller patch has a good effect. I don't have any pain at all now and there are no symptoms."

"..." Director Kong was stunned for a moment.

"When I was at home, I was hospitalized and saw patients who had surgery. They hit their heads against the wall in pain, looking like they were in a tragedy."

The patient had a slight Northeast accent, and Zheng Ren seriously suspected that he was led to a deviation by Professor Rudolph Wagner.

"What then?" Director Kong asked casually.

"I finished the operation... After we finished it, there were no symptoms, it was pretty good. I took the medicine and there was only one set of liver protection medicines, and nothing else. I guess it was the effect of this painkiller patch."

"Yes, Director, please give us some pain relief patches for a while." said another patient.

"Okay." Director Kong didn't explain either. The patient felt it was good. If he explained, he forced the "pain relief patch" to be removed. If the patient compacted in the middle of the night, he had conscious symptoms, it would be a waste of time.

The young nurse took down the electrocardiogram monitoring one by one, but left the electrode membrane on the patient.

"If you want to say that the medication in large hospitals is good, the pain relief patches are really effective." A patient praised.

"It was the director and Dr. Zheng who did the operation well!" Another patient quickly winked and stopped the patient who had just spoken.

Isn't this too hard to speak?

It’s a slight urge to praise the medicine in front of the doctor. I’m not feeling comfortable for myself.

Zheng Ren just smiled and said nothing.

"Director Kong, what kind of surgery did he do?" Sun Ming asked.

"Ciligo, portal hypertension, ascites, what surgery did you say?" Director Kong asked with a smile.

"..." Sun Ming was speechless.

Could it be the tips surgery? He wanted to curse himself.

It was not that he scolded Director Kong, but that the patient's condition exceeded his expectations.

Patients with tips surgery are likely to develop hepatic encephalopathy. Some of them have too many punctures and may also have complications such as bleeding.

But when looking at the patient in front of you, what are the similar problems?

Each of them was energetic and constantly praised Director Kong and Dr. Zheng's surgical skills.

Although these words sounded false and didn't praise them, they didn't have any symptoms of hepatic encephalopathy.

"How is it, Dean Sun." Director Kong asked with a smile, "I'll find a few masters who have entered the clinical field, and the doctoral degree will go to your place. You don't have to worry about the night shift, you will take up your bed and share the profits together."

Sun Ming's mind has been activated.

If there is no risk but can increase income, this is a great thing!

However, he was still very cautious and did not directly agree to Director Kong.

Zheng Ren finally understood and knew what Director Kong was doing.

This policy also exists in Haicheng, but it is another situation at the municipal level. Large hospitals cannot eat enough, let alone transfer patients to community hospitals.

The population loss in Northeast China is severe, and this policy cannot be used at all.

But now... isn't this avenue to heaven?!

The patient was hospitalized in a community hospital before the operation and had an examination, and did not occupy 912 beds at all. He did 6 units a day, and then the patient observed for one night. If he had nothing to do, he was transferred to the community hospital for liver protection treatment and waited for the second phase of the operation.

If it can be done, it would be perfect!

In the Department of Gastroenterology and Hepatobiliary Surgery, I was shameless and wanted two beds, a total of ten beds, and ten patients with surgery a day...

It seems that the massive number of surgical cases required by the Nobel Prize is not a problem.

Zheng Ren felt that the sky was bright in an instant!

"Boss Zheng, let's have some dinner together tonight." Director Kong said with a smile.

"Okay." Zheng Ren agreed without hesitation.

Sun Ming was overjoyed.

If you really can catch up with Boss Zheng’s line, it is a smooth road for the so-called director of a half-dead community hospital like him!
Chapter completed!