Three-one-three, far-sighted, ready to move

Director Meng did not return to the office, and walked straight to the office of Political Commissar Zhou. The pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info knocked on the door gently, heard the "please come in" of the political commissar Zhou inside, and pushed the door in.

"Hey, didn't you just leave? What's wrong? What else? Political Commissar Zhou's mood was still the same as just now.

"I just wanted to talk to Gu Haiping, and when I called, he was too busy to take care of it, so I had to run in person, and I found out in the past, good guy! The Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, which has always been deserted, has now become the department with the most patients. Gu Haiping was burying his head in looking at the patient, and he didn't have time to take care of anything else, and he didn't notice it when I stood next to him. There is a long queue of people who see a doctor, and I don't think he will be able to finish it until he gets off work. Director Meng briefly described what he had seen with his own eyes.

"Oh, I actually went to see him out of the clinic, this is a young man with ideas, and he is very down-to-earth and serious. If we can give him a stage, he should be able to make a career. It's just ......" Commissar Zhou didn't finish his words.

"There are some things I don't know if to say or not? Political commissar, I myself believe that as long as it is beneficial to the development of the hospital, we should support it, and we will find a way to coordinate and deal with other relationships and troubles. As far as Gu Haiping's matter is concerned, I personally feel that the root cause is not Gu Haiping. Director Meng was blunt.

"What you said is right, the TCM departments of various hospitals are indispensable departments and play an irreplaceable role in clinical practice, but we are such a large tertiary hospital, but the TCM department is idle and useless. This is very counterintuitive. A functional department must not be allowed to die, but must be allowed to play its due role. So I hope you can help me coordinate all aspects of the relationship and protect Gu Haiping, so that he can put all his energy into his career and bring Chinese medicine back to life. The commissar seemed to have made a lot of determination, and said in a sonorous voice.

"Okay, it's just, the dean's ......," Director Meng stopped when he wanted to speak.

"I know. The idle staff of the Chinese medicine department must follow Gu Haiping's idea, and those who can use it will stay in the Chinese medicine department, and those who can't use it will be placed elsewhere, and I can't use a good functional department to support idlers. From the dean's place, you also report and communicate more, and if you can't do it, you can push it to me. "Political Commissar Zhou already knows the complicated network of the hospital, but it is only related to an overall situation, and it is not easy for him to handle it personally.

"Yes! Political commissar, I still think I need to talk to Gu Haiping and tell him to pay attention to interpersonal relations and not offend people. Doing a career is doing a career, there is no need to offend so many people, don't be stunned to offend people and don't know. This kid looks Qingming, but he doesn't know much about human feelings. "Director Meng is a little troubled.

"It's such a simple-minded young man who can make a career, you look at those old fritters, how can one of them be a real person? Hugging the thighs of the country all day long and not doing business. Why am I hiring from the local area? The reason is that these people are not contaminated with the bad habits of these soldiers in the army, and they are down-to-earth and willing to work. But this will touch the interests of some people, who have become accustomed to living in idleness on state allowances, and once there is a change, they will jump up and shout. They don't work and take it for granted, and they want others to be like them, so that everyone can take them for granted. Political Commissar Zhou seemed to be making tongue twisters, but Director Meng understood his words.

"I understand! I will do my best to coordinate all aspects of relations, and I will rest assured that I am willing to listen to your command and assist you in your work. Director Meng excitedly saluted a standard military salute.

Political Commissar Zhou was originally a little annoyed, but he was also amused by Director Meng's actions: "Xiao Meng, it's really not easy to do something now, how many people do you say are standing on the merit book and standing proud?!" ”

"Yes! I know, but it's hard to do, we can't waste the resources of such a large hospital and the country. If you look at the local hospitals, they are all overcrowded right now, but our military hospitals are crowded. After you came, I think it was a very wise decision to open up local patients to seek medical treatment. I'm a straight person, I'm not patting you on the back, I'm telling the truth. Director Meng was a little excited.

"Yes, Chairman Mao taught us to 'serve the people wholeheartedly', the military hospital is such a good resource, of course we must focus on war in wartime, and the people must be important in peacetime, we can't leave the country's resources idle like this, everyone eats the country's 'imperial grain' and lives a good life, right?" Political Commissar Zhou also felt it.

"However, those old revolutionaries in self-defense, counter-attack, and warfare are still old-fashioned, believing that the army should serve the officers and soldiers of the army, and that there is a state supply anyway, and they don't have to worry about having nowhere to pay their salaries, and letting local patients come in seems to break the rules. 100,000 unwilling! Director Meng commented on some of the comments he had heard.

"We should give priority to the medical security of the officers and men of the army, but the reality is that we are such a big hospital, and all the officers and soldiers of the army in this area are included in the service objects, we still can't eat enough, and our medical resources are idle and wasted. Chairman Mao said: Waste is shameful! Embezzlement and waste are great crimes. Right? Wasting food and money is a waste, isn't wasting resources a waste? ”

"Wasting resources is an even greater waste!" Director Meng responded enthusiastically.

"However, although some of our veteran cadres have made outstanding contributions to the country, they still do not regard the masses of the people as their relatives ideologically, and they feel that they are superior and have meritorious service, so they must enjoy superior treatment. It is a wrong idea to waste resources rather than take them out to serve the masses! Political Commissar Zhou opened the conversation.

"Actually, I think that the opening of the hospital to the local government will not affect the medical security of the officers and men of the army at all. If you think about it, our doctors have less contact with patients, less medical experience, and medical care is originally an empirical science, doctors are like us soldiers who go to the battlefield to fight, and the more time we go to the battlefield, the more experience and courage we have, right? Director Meng also agreed.

"One more point: we rely exclusively on the state to support it, after all, the funds are limited. No war: the rear hospital is not of much use, the army will invest less money, your various medical equipment will be backward, in case of war, you have to be pulled to the front line to serve, we can get our hands on whether it is the level of medical care or medical equipment can not keep up, then it will be the rhythm of the dead. Political Commissar Zhou's deeper concerns are evident.

"Or you think long-term, I just look at the immediate stakes." Director Meng had a somewhat admiring expression.

"It's good to see what's at stake, and a lot of people can't even see what's in front of them. Only when the immediate benefits are realized can we seek greater development, right? Political Commissar Zhou was obviously happy.

"Yes, yes." Director Meng nodded in agreement.

"Report!" A loud voice rang out outside the door.

"Come in!" Political Commissar Zhou and Director Meng saw a group of people behind the orderly at the same time, and their faces were full of righteous indignation.

"What's going on?" Commissar Zhou's stern voice.

"This ...... This one...... I...... Didn't block it! The orderly stammered.

"Who are these people?" Political Commissar Zhou tightened his eyebrows and asked in a cold voice.

"They...... They...... Is it the ...... of the Chinese medicine department, the orderly soldier still stammers.

"Who told you to bring them to me?! Can anyone here come here? Ah San, Ah Si also want me to have a political commissar to deal with? What trivial things do you have to deal with for me? What do you people do with food?! ~ Who doesn't want to do it, take off your clothes and leave! Political Commissar Zhou's majestic, cold, and somewhat barbaric and rude words frightened the people standing outside the door.

"I didn't bring it...... I didn't stop ......," the orderly cried with a sad face.

"O commissar! 555555555555555......" An aunt-level figure suddenly sat down and cried.

"Throw her out of here! Where do you think this is? Funeral home? Or who died? The ghost cries and the wolf howls, what kind of system does it become? Write down her name for me, and I'll deal with it now: let her fuck me off today! This is the office of the party committee of the hospital, not just whoever wants to come, let alone a place where you can play tricks! You look at the rest of the people, and if there is nothing to do, fan the flames, gather a crowd to make trouble, or instigate behind the scenes, all of them will be checked out by me, and they will be salted and cold! "Commissar Zhou's black humor is used here.

"What are you doing? Why don't you hurry up and take these people away? I don't think you want to do it, you want to be discharged! Director Meng pushed the bewildered orderly.

"Let's go! I said don't bother the political commissar, you don't listen, don't make trouble this time, right? Let's go, and if you don't want to do it, let's go. Don't make me have to take off my clothes and leave! The orderly listened to Director Meng's words, and as if he had been granted amnesty, he fled out of the door, quickly closed the door, and said to the group of people outside the door.

"Look at it! Someone can't hold it anymore, right? You go and take a look, deal with it, don't be appeased, the state has national laws and family rules! Don't think that anyone can be above the regulations, if you don't make trouble, you can also be placed as appropriate, if you make trouble, you can come and go, and the hospital does not support idlers. Even the cleaners must be content with their duties, do their own work, and it is best to leave consciously if they are indiscriminate, so as not to be dismissed when the time comes. The superiors sent me to the hospital to give me the sword of Shang Fang, and I won't take it out until the critical time, but I hope everyone can do it for themselves, otherwise, I will not be polite. Political Commissar Zhou was righteous.

"I'm not rectifying this hospital for myself, I'm giving a military order to the higher-level chief. I'm not afraid to offend people. There are no rules and no circle, and historical credit will still be recorded in the credit book, but it must not become an obstacle to the development of the hospital. Political Commissar Zhou's categorical words made Director Meng awe-inspired, and he respected such a courageous, righteous and righteous chief.

"Yes!" Director Meng stood solemnly, gave a regular military salute, and turned to leave.

He also faintly heard the chatter in the corridor, and he walked over quickly: "What are you still doing here?" Don't really want to do it anymore? Here are the troops! Don't say that you are not soldiers, or you have an army establishment, the political commissar can tell anyone to take off their military uniforms and slap their butts and leave, just stay in the hospital with various connections, and dare to make trouble? You're too bold! ”

As he spoke, he observed his words and looks, and saw that everyone was looking at the eyes of an older elder sister, and the eldest sister saw that Director Meng noticed her, her eyes flickered and she looked very flustered.

"Come, you come to my office, the others will disperse first." Director Meng said with a cold face.

"Why did you tell me to go? Everyone came together, so why should I stay? The eldest sister was a little timid, and her voice was obviously a little shaky.

Director Meng, who was going up the stairs, looked back coldly, the eldest sister immediately shut up and obediently followed behind Director Meng's ass, and the others were scattered, wishing that their parents would give them two more legs, so that they could run faster, and it was best that the political commissar and Director Meng had temporary amnesia and did not remember their faces.

"You may be seated!" Director Meng took the female employee into the office, covered the door, and put on a pleasant face.

The female employees were afraid to sit down and were very embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"Sit, what's your name?" Director Meng motioned for her to sit on the sofa opposite.

Director Meng picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, deliberately easing the atmosphere, and saw that the female employee was awkwardly half of her farts on the sofa, and most of her body was hanging in the air.

"What's your name? In which department is our hospital? What does it do? Director Meng said expressionlessly.

"I ...... Director, today's incident has nothing to do with me, I listened to them, and I came with everyone. "The female employee tried very hard to plead.

"I didn't ask about today, I asked what your name is and what do you do?" Director Meng was like a mirror in his heart, with a cold look on his face, majestic and comfortable.

"Lan Guohuan, a nurse in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine." The female employee whispered.

"Oh, can you tell me why you're here today?" Director Meng showed great patience.

"Well, I don't know, it's just that as soon as everyone goes to work, they say they want to come to the political commissar, so I came together." Lan Guo muttered happily.

"Oh?" Director Meng looked over with stern eyes.

Lan Guohuan was stunned and almost fell off the sofa, she carefully and slightly adjusted her sitting posture to sit a little more steadily.

"Yes, Director Meng, you believe me, I follow the crowd, I am not the mastermind." Lan Guohuan was in a hurry, and even said such words as "mastermind".

Director Meng was secretly amused and asked, "Then tell me which one is the 'mastermind'?" He pushed the boat down the river and pushed her along the pit that Lan Guohuan had dug for himself.

"Oh no, it's not, it's not the mastermind, it's ...... It's ......" Lan Guohuan also felt that she had dug a hole for herself, but she couldn't find a better way to express it, so she stammered for a while and couldn't speak.

"Didn't you discuss it before you came? At this time, where is the time? Director Meng's sarcastic expression looked sharp and snarky, but he was just a clown who couldn't be put on stage.

"No, Director, we didn't discuss...... Oh, it's been discussed......" Lan Guo said incoherently.

"Then I ask you, you only represent yourself, do you think you do this?" Director Meng put on a quiet face again.

"That's not right." Lan Guohuan whispered.

"Do you do this when you know it's wrong?" Director Meng slapped the table suddenly, "Smack!" With a loud bang, Lan Guohuan sat directly on the ground.

"Director, I'm sorry! I was wrong, I was wrong....... woo-" Lan Guohuan sat down on the ground and cried.

"Come, let's make it clear about today's matter, the party committee of the hospital has issued an order, starting from the traditional Chinese medicine department, fishing in troubled waters, indiscriminately filling the numbers, not easy to manage, gathering crowds to make trouble, fanning the flames, engaging in conspiracy and tricks, the in-service soldiers are discharged from the army and transferred to jobs, and the non-staff personnel are all dismissed, what kind of system is this miasma?" Director Meng stood up and shouted.

"Director, it's really none of my business, woo - I'm just a little nurse, I listen to everyone, you can't fire me, I'm old and young!" Hearing Director Meng's words, Lan Guohuan was completely panicked.

"It's none of your business, so whose business is it? Who organized and orchestrated this chaos? Our party's policy has always been to be lenient in confession and strict in resistance, and I think you know that, and I will depend on your performance before deciding whether to dismiss you. Director Meng said seriously.

"I don't know......" Lan Guo trembled and said like an insect.

"Then you can go." Director Meng got up, turned to face the window, and left Lan Guohuan's cold, harsh back. (To be continued.) )