Fang Ziye visited the emergency department for the third time today, and the familiar place still made him feel a little strange.

The 'comfort' during the master's merger into the regular training has completely disappeared, and the current Fang Ziye must be with a task every time he comes. I don't feel the slightest sense of leisure.

"There's no bed." At this moment, Fang Ziye explained loudly to the patient on the cart.

This patient has been diagnosed, and the fracture is intermediate, that is, according to the current guidelines, it belongs to the kind that can be reduced manually and surgically, and there is nothing wrong with the first choice.

In such a situation, Fang Ziye naturally first recommended manual reduction treatment.

I don't know if the other party thinks that Fang Ziye is too young, or thinks that he is a third-party responsible person for this fracture, insists on being hospitalized for surgery, and also wants to teach him to show him.

"How can you have a hospital as big as you have no beds? What do other patients sleep in without a bed? He lay on the cart, holding on to the guardrails on either side of the cart with both hands, his face full of disbelief, and the spit splashed and the parabola fell on his face.

His left hand quickly wiped it, and his eyes glared at Fang Ziye like a cow.

"When I say no bed, I mean there are no beds!"

"Now there are people in all the beds in our department, and your current condition is not life-threatening, so the hospital will definitely not go through the super emergency procedures to come out of the empty bed for you." Fang Ziye explained it very bluntly.

It doesn't matter what hospital, whether there is a bed or not, it is all relative.

Ordinary small emergencies, such as a two-centimeter cut on your finger, in Zhongnan Hospital, you may not be able to wait in line for ten days.

But if Lord Yama wants to meet you in two hours, the operating table is your bed.

"Then I don't care, I'm coming to see the emergency department, and your hospital will be responsible for arranging a bed for me, and if there is an emergency, a bed will not be arranged." The patient's dress was supposed to be that of a migrant worker, and the liberation shoe on his right foot was still wearing cement ash, which should have come from the construction site.

However, this eldest brother is the most unsimple migrant worker that Fang Ziye has treated in the past few years.

Maybe not all migrant workers are honest and unpretentious.

"The emergency department you see is just the emergency department you understand, and you belong to the sub-emergency department."

"The real emergency department doesn't even have time to register you."

"Uncle, I won't waste time with you, in your current situation, there are only two choices."

"First, you go and wait to see the outpatient department, if the professor of the outpatient department thinks that you need surgery, then give you a hospitalization certificate, you slowly wait in line for this hospitalization, maybe a month or so, you can enter our department."

"Second, you go to another hospital." Fang Ziye was halfway through.

"I don't go to other hospitals, how many times do you want me to say it?"

"Then your hospital is better, why should I go to other hospitals, and do other hospitals give you money?" The uncle interrupted Fang Ziye.

"You have to take a good look, I was hit and fractured, if your negligence delays my treatment, I will trouble you."

Fang Ziye knew that he had encountered a difficult emergency patient that his teacher often told him.

Although Fang Ziye knew that he would have to meet a similar patient sooner or later, he didn't expect that he would meet it on the first day.

However, there are quite a few similar people, and there must be more than one, but when they come and when they appear, they are not transferred by their own will at all.

"Then there is no way, you can only go to the outpatient clinic, see the professor's outpatient clinic, and then wait slowly."

"I wrote down the corresponding choices in your medical record." After Fang Ziye finished writing, he planned to sign his name and leave.

But as soon as he turned around, he was caught by a middle-aged uncle: "You are not allowed to go." ”

"You haven't arranged a hospital and bed for me, you haven't arranged surgery yet, you can't go, why are you doing, you are such a big hospital, the doctor is of your quality, and the patient is left alone?"

"Let's come and see......"

Of course, the first thing that the middle-aged uncle's shouting attracted was the security guard.

As soon as the two uniformed security guards appeared, the leader just said, if you make any more noise, I will call the police, and when the police are done dealing with it, they will send you over, and he will be honest.

Fang Ziye tore away the uncle's hand, looked at the helpless driver who hit him next to him, and could only say: "First of all, moral kidnapping is not applicable." ”

"A more suitable disease, go to a more suitable hospital for treatment, this is a national policy, not that I deliberately embarrass you."

"The task that the policy has given to our hospital is to perform major surgeries, difficult and high-risk surgeries, and now, our hospital has to be responsible for the surgical patients who have treated these diseases."

"For a small fracture like yours, our hospital does not have so many idle medical resources to allocate to you, which is a waste of time and resources for other patients who need more resources from our hospital and our department."

"So, if you go and report it, you go to the Health Commission to report it, it's useless."

"Secondly, I didn't misdiagnose you, I didn't give wrong advice, and I'm not afraid of you reporting it."

"Finally, the medical resources of the hospital are public resources, not unique to you, nor unique to me, and it is impossible for us to accept a patient like you for surgery with a small fracture like you."

"You go to the orthopedic department of a second-class or tertiary hospital nearby, and you can do the operation directly and it's over, why do you have to ask me to go through the hospitalization procedures for you?"

Fang Ziye's attitude is extremely tough and clear.

After hearing this, the uncle's mood and attitude also eased slightly, and he was ready to take the emotional route: "Doctor, I trust your hospital more, your hospital is bigger and your medical skills are better, you can't drive me away." ”

"Right, who is sick and doesn't want to be treated in a good hospital, who has a broken bone and doesn't want to be treated by a better professor?"

"It's not that I don't pay for it, and I'm not asking you to give me money, I'm here for treatment, I hope to cure my illness, is this wrong?" The uncle snorted and cried, saying it very bluntly and sadly.

In fact, his psychology, his choice, Fang Ziye is still understandable from a personal level.

Who wouldn't want to go to a better hospital and be irrigated with better resources?

However, Fang Ziye definitely can't do it, and he thinks about this problem at the same level as him.

In other words, anyone, as long as it is not their own business, is very objective and saintly.

"Uncle, don't embarrass me, it's not something you can't pay for."

"I'll give you an analogy, if you give you 2,000 yuan a day for the work you do now, it's a metaphor."

"But what, there are people from another company who have taken a fancy to you, and they have to ask you to work in their company and give you 2,000 yuan a month, will you go?"

Fang Ziye's analogy, the gap is too big.

The uncle replied without hesitation: "Then definitely not to go, am I a fool?" ”

"Yes, then let me ask you again, will you give your 2,000 yuan a day job to another person who is richer than you?"

"You don't do this job anymore, change it with him, you come to do two thousand a month, and he does two thousand a day." Fang Ziye asked.

"Why? He's so rich. The uncle's answer was as if he had lost millions.

"That's right, uncle, let's think about it, okay?"

"Why don't you go to our ward and see who are the people living in our ward, and the patients in line, who are they, and then consider whether you want to continue to stay in our hospital and occupy these beds?"

"I think you're a sensible person too?" Directly, it doesn't make sense, Fang Ziye simply called him to the trauma surgery ward first, and let him see for himself the situation of some other patients.

"That's it, big brother." Fang Ziye saw that the uncle was hesitating, so Fang Ziye said to the driver who pushed him.

"You push this uncle to our ward first, let him see the patients in our ward, let him see if I lied to him, whether our department has no beds......"

The driver of Ben was desperate at the moment, and he turned into the driver of the cart, like a walking corpse.

He regretted it, he shouldn't have followed him to the hospital, he should have handed everything over to the insurance company, he shouldn't have been so kind, now he is in trouble, and he can't run away......

……

After Fang Ziye finished explaining, he wiped the fine sweat on his forehead slightly.

Fang Ziye was also not sure whether his curve to save the country would be effective. But at this time, Fang Ziye can only do this.

Naturally, when Fang Ziye was about to stop for a while, outside the emergency department, a teacher on duty in the emergency surgery clinic also ran over in person.

After seeing Fang Ziye, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Is it the boss of orthopedics?" ”

"Hey, yes, Teacher Fang! Are you in the emergency room again? Hearing this, Fang Ziye hurriedly turned around and responded.

The teacher on duty in the emergency surgery clinic is a senior attending physician in the Department of Gastrointestinal Surgery who is about to be promoted to associate chief physician.

He and Fang Ziye are from their own family, and their surname is Fang.

Of course, the other party is not from the Fang family in Enshi, and the ancestor has nothing to do with Fang Ziye, he is from Chishi City, Hubei Province.

"Well, it's an emergency, but it's not."

"It's two students in our department, they bumped into each other while playing basketball, and two people, one with the left arm and the other with the right arm, couldn't do anything."

"After I found someone in the department to open an emergency examination, I originally went to see an outpatient clinic."

"Then it was more convenient for them to go through the emergency hall to come out of the outpatient clinic, and they went to your ward again, and finally found me from the ward."

"I thought to Mr. Fang, if it's convenient for you, do me a favor! One of them is dislocated, the other is not dislocated, and a forearm sling is also needed. ”

This Doctor Fang Songlin explained the cause and effect of the matter very clearly.

"Oh, good, good, good Teacher Fang!"

Fang Ziye hurriedly responded, but emphasized: "Teacher Fang, you can call me Xiao Fang or Ziye, it's a bit outrageous to call me Mr. Fang." ”

"Our old Fang family's uncle and nephew don't scold each other!"

Fang Songlin's age is the same as that of his master Yuan Weihong, and Fang Ziye will not suffer a loss if he recognizes a nephew.

"Hello guy, just take the family tree to suppress people."

"Okay, Xiaofang, then come with me." Fang Songlin belongs to the round face square head, the hairline is not high, but the hair is thin.

While walking, Fang Songlin also deliberately looked at Fang Ziye's hair and asked him if he had any hair maintenance secrets.

Fang Ziye joked that he stayed up late and was on duty more......

Fang Songlin had been the general hospitalist, so he naturally knew that Fang Ziye was joking, but he just flicked Fang Ziye's head, thinking that he was naughty.

All the way to the emergency surgery room, the consultation room was relatively quiet at the moment, and there were no other emergency patients inside, except for two young men who each drooped their shoulders in different directions.

"Du Daixin?" Fang Ziye was sharp-eyed, and after entering the emergency room, he immediately corresponded to one of them.

Du Daixin, associate professor of thoracic surgery Hong Zili, a professional master's student in the second year of the master's degree, oh no, the second year of the master's degree was last year, and this year it should be the third year and will be about to graduate.

It is estimated that I will also directly read the Ph.D. of Associate Professor Hong Zili.

"Fang, Senior Brother Fang?! ~"Du Daixin was even more surprised than Fang Ziye.

After all, Du Daixin came to Fang Songlin with his classmates to ask the superior of the gastrointestinal surgery department to call the inpatient director of the trauma surgery department.

And this kind of hospitalization is not a doctorate like the general hospitalization, but basically a person who will be hospitalized after graduation.

Since Professor Deng Yong left the laboratory last year, the cooperation between Associate Professor Hong Zili and Professor Deng Yong has come to an end.

Associate Professor Hong Zili has his own laboratory, and Professor Deng Yong has found another place.

It's just that I didn't expect that Fang Ziye hadn't seen him for a year, and he jumped directly to the hospital after graduating from a master's degree? That's a bit too outrageous.

But thinking that Fang Ziye's BMJ was BMJ's contract, Du Daixin felt that such a possibility was not so outrageous.

"You guys, do you still know each other?" Fang Songlin asked in surprise.

The graduate student in his department said that this Du Daixin was his classmate, but he was a thoracic surgeon.

The general masters of thoracic surgery and the inpatient of orthopedics are quite familiar, which in itself is unusual and slightly weird.

Fang Ziye took the initiative to explain the relationship between the two: "Well, Mr. Fang, we were in a laboratory before, this is a student of Professor Hong Zili of the Department of Thoracic Surgery, and my teacher is Professor Deng Yong. ”

Although Fang Ziye explained, Fang Songlin didn't know what the relationship between Deng Yong and Hong Zili was.

Just kidding, there are so many professors and so many associate professors in the whole hospital, who exists and cooperates with whom, no one can be completely transparent, if it weren't for Deng Yong who used to be the administrative director of trauma surgery.

Fang Songlin didn't even know who Deng Yong was, and as for the scientific research master associate professor of general surgery, before he became an administrative leader, no one else knew him except for the department and the same level.

Fang Songlin didn't say much, just signaled Fang Ziye to be casual.

Fang Ziye took the two junior brothers, and after reading the film for a while, his face became tangled: "Du Daixin, which teacher of trauma surgery did you see in the outpatient clinic?" ”

"He said you didn't have a shoulder dislocation?" Fang Ziye's tone became extremely strange.

"Huh?"

"I'm looking at Mr. Yuan Weihong's outpatient clinic." Du Dai said in the news, his face full of worry.

Fang Ziye: "......"

What should I do? How so?

(End of chapter)