Two Hundred and Two, How Old Is the Senior?

As soon as Zhang Fan arrived in Fuyi, without even drinking his saliva, Zhao Jingjin hurried over.

Old Xu saw that Zhao Jingjin seemed to have something to say to Zhang Fan, so he found an excuse to give the vice president's office to the two of them.

"Isn't it supposed to be red-faced for getting a title on the gold list, getting promoted and making a fortune, why does it feel like a lackluster in autumn!"

Zhang Fan sat on the reception sofa, drinking tea, and looked at Lao Zhao in front of him in surprise.

Zhao Jingjin paid special attention to image in the past. Not only before the operation, but also after the operation, he cleaned up as if he was about to appear on camera.

No matter whether you wear surgical gowns or white coats on weekdays, you are all elegant, with a tie and a shirt, and look like a scholar.

But now Lao Zhao, not to mention sluggish, is a little downcast.

"Hey, I'm too embarrassed to speak up." Old Zhao looked at Zhang Fan eagerly, hoping that Zhang Fan would take up the conversation so that he could ask for help.

Zhang Fan was no longer the student kid who just left the house. He smiled and held the Tieguanyin that Chen Sheng made for him.

Although the tea had long been brewed bitterly, Zhang Fan didn't pick up the tea while holding the cup.

Zhang Fan didn't even need to think about it, Lao Zhao's opening was definitely not a matter of surgery, otherwise, he didn't have to come in person, he would have called long ago.

It wasn't an operation, and the rest was either asking Zhang Fan to find a superior, or asking Zhang Fan's master.

Therefore, it is better to pretend to be stupid than to refuse.

Seeing that Zhang Fan didn't pick up the quarrel, Old Zhao felt emotional in his heart: "Hey, this kid has improved so fast, and now it's getting harder and harder to deal with, so it's not easy to lie!"

Can Zhang Fan not make progress? If he doesn't make progress, Ouyang will almost be scolded to death. The old lady is not a reasonable person.

As for Lao Zhao, he turned out to be the director, and his role was to mobilize the masses to fight for leadership.

Now he is the vice president, and he is still the vice president with the title of Jianghe scholar.

When the dean saw it, it was broken and couldn't be stopped. So, he turned around and became the dean leading a group of people to fight Lao Zhao.

For a unit or an enterprise, whether the leader is important or not, it is important to be honest.

In recent years, the country seems to be improving the treatment of these people,

For example, monthly salary becomes annual salary.

But there are some people, no matter how much money they get, they do things, but what they do is their own business. The greater the ability of such a person, the more serious the damage to the enterprise or unit.

As for the dean of the Central Hospital, he was born in internal medicine, and he knew that he could do nothing if he was asked to do scientific research.

I don't know what opportunity came across, he changed the focus of the hospital to serve the leaders.

In the past, although the central hospital could not surpass the affiliated hospitals, the surgery, especially the liver and gallbladder for general surgery, was quite powerful in the frontier.

As a result, once the center of gravity changed, the resources would no longer be directed toward surgery, medical examination centers, veteran wards, special needs departments, and international wards.

Anyway, this kind of special departments were established one after another, the hospital's brain drain was quite serious, and its development slowly began to lag behind.

After Lao Zhao came to power, he thought about developing surgery, but he couldn't develop it. He held meetings every day and voted with a show of hands. Even when the surgery bought an operating bed, he had to hold a hospital meeting to vote with a show of hands.

When Lao Zhao was at the middle level, he was able to lead Rendou Dean, but when he reached the top level, no one had no power, and he gradually felt like he was being emptied.

Can Lao Zhao be reconciled? No, he found a lot of people. After hearing that Zhang Fan was coming, he hurried to find Zhang Fan, thinking about letting Zhang Fan's teacher or uncle talk to him.

When Zhang Fan heard it, his head shook like a rattle. Old Zhao wanted to fool around, but Zhang Fan didn't even give him the chance.

"Yuan Zhao, we've been dealing with each other for a long time. I'll leave a word here. In terms of surgery, I'll be there whenever you call.

Recently, I have some surgical ideas. If you are interested, we can find a time to discuss them in detail. "

Zhang Fan is now almost as good as Ouyang Jitongya's seventy-eighth success.

Old Zhao saw that although Zhang Fan didn't say no, he meant to refuse, not even discussing any conditions.

"Hey, Zhang Yuan, I beg you to be shameless. If I have any scientific research ideas outside the general public recently, I will do my best. I just hope you can give me some soup."

"There is no problem with this at all. I will contact you after I think about it."

Zhang Fan sent Lao Zhao away, and Xu Guangwei, the current dean of the First Attachment, walked in front of Zhang Fan like a ghost.

"Lao Zhao is in a hurry to go to the doctor now, don't worry about Zhang Yuan, it's better to be in a purely scientific research unit, such as me.

We're not saying that if I'm put in the central hospital, I'm probably even more embarrassed than Lao Zhao. "

Zhang Fan smiled and said nothing. Administration is a humanities subject. To be honest, Zhang Fan feels that he is dying of effort in Chasu Hospital, so he doesn't want to participate in the provincial capital.

They are all people who understand. If Zhang Fan doesn't speak, Lao Xu won't say much.

"Yuan Zhang, are you tired? If not, let's see the patient first?"

"Okay, let's see the patient first, I have an idea in my heart, otherwise, I won't be able to sleep well even if I sleep."

"Haha, Zhang Yuan cares about patients, please, please!"

Old Xu smiled and said to Zhang Fan, although Zhang Fan is young, but Old Xu has no airs in front of Zhang Fan.

Walking through the administrative building, the administrative staff who came over greeted Lao Xu with a smile.

Although the smiling face was facing the dean, the eyeballs were like cameras, taking pictures of Zhang Fan up and down.

Do you know the dean? Accompanied by the president of a provincial tertiary hospital with a smile on his face? Bull or not?

To be honest, most people may not feel it, so to say that, let alone know the dean.

To be able to find an extra bed in a tertiary hospital during the peak period of medical treatment is considered a person with considerable social energy.

What's more, let the dean accompany him with a smile on his face? It is estimated that the next time Zhang Fan comes to Fuyi, someone will definitely say hello to Zhang Fan.

But Zhang Fan has long been used to it. He is treated much better than this in the Central Hospital and Fang Dong, a foreigner in Shanghai.

"What disease?" Zhang Fan and Lao Xu chatted as they walked.

"Hey, it's not serious, it's just that people are more troublesome."

"What?" Zhang Fan slowed down slightly and looked at Lao Xu.

To be honest, Zhang Fan's current surgical needs can no longer be met in Chasu.

It's not that the amount of basic surgeries performed by Cha Su is not enough, but that the surgeries required by the system seem to be few in number.

But after it was laid flat, it was too scary. Many surgeries had never been carried out in Chasu.

This is the disadvantage of grass-roots hospitals, but if you leave the grass-roots hospitals and go to the hospitals of high-ranking officials, the number of surgeries is too high.

But in a hospital of this level, it is absolutely impossible for all disciplines to undergo surgery.

So now Zhang Fan gritted his teeth and refused to relax or leave. This is also a consideration in this aspect. Moreover, although Chasu Hospital cannot perform some operations now.

But he can go to the hospital of a high-ranking official to throw a knife, fly the knife, have an operation, make money, and don't get involved in the cause and effect of the hospital's personnel, so why not do it.

"The patient is quite special. He is an old comrade from the political oblique. Zhang Yuan is young, so he probably has never heard of the story of exchanging shirts for airplanes.

Although our old colleague didn't get the plane, he is still a capable person.

Back then, with the convoy, several truckloads of daily necessities were exchanged for a lot of professors.

Not to mention, there are a lot of professor Maozi in our lotus base who bought it with canned food, Liba or even toothpaste from there.

The old comrade has a tough personality. After being hospitalized this time, the government paid special attention to him.

In order to be cautious, I originally wanted the old comrades to go to the capital for treatment.

But this old comrade is quite stubborn, so I just want you to give me a consultation. "

As soon as Zhang Fan heard it, he probably made a point in his heart. He was just a stubborn old man with a bit of energy. Fuyi invited him to show that he was paying more attention.

"What disease is it?" Zhang Fan nodded.

"Lipoma!"

"What?" Zhang Fan stopped in his tracks. Lipoma also called for consultation? Although Zhang Fan didn't say anything, the expression on his face made Lao Xu understand.

"Lipoma, Zhang Yuan, his lipoma is in a special position, it's already oppressing the organs.

Don't worry, just go and have a look. "

Zhang Fan was dragged by Lao Xu, and before he reached the cadre ward in the First Attached, he heard a rough male voice inside.

"I'm not sick, snoring is nothing, don't let me use a knife, I'm going to be discharged from the hospital, I want to drink!"

Not to mention the roughness of the voice, it was very loud and extremely unpleasant, as if a pile of broken copper and iron were rubbing against each other.

"Mr. Hou, whether you are sick or not, the doctor has the final say, and yours doesn't matter. Look, I have invited all the knives from the frontier."

Old Xu pushed open the door and saw the old man making trouble, so he said soothingly.

Zhang Fan saw that this old man would definitely be a fierce person in ancient times.

His eyes are like cows, he doesn't look straight at people, but lowers his head slightly and glances upwards, he looks like a brat on the street picking quarrels and provoking trouble.

Moreover, the old man not only has big eyes, but also his ears, nose, mouth and forehead are bigger than others.

After seeing Zhang Fan, the old man stared at him from top to bottom in a daze, and then opened his mouth: "Don't try to fool me, I'm not as old as a dog, and I even have a knife!"

When the old man said that, he made Zhang Fan a joke.

It's not that Zhang Fan likes to be scolded. He has been a doctor for so long, and he has seen Wei Ji avoid treatment.

I have never seen such a sick person who can't be cured. He is obviously scared to death, but the words he speaks seem to make others feel that he is a hero of steel.

This kind of old man, the older he gets, don't look at the attitude of life and death, wealth and wealth, in fact, he is scared to death.

"Hehe, old man, how old were you when you came to Maozi Kingdom?"

Zhang Fan smiled and said something to the old man.

Old Xu was afraid that Zhang Fan would quarrel with the old man, so he winked at Zhang Fan vigorously.

The old man's children and his wife were all in fear, fearing that the old man would violently attack others.

On the contrary, he didn't care about what Zhang Fan said.

To be honest, this old man's skeleton, standing on the ground, ordinary young people really can't beat him.

"Hey! I've touched my bottom, little baby, don't play tricks, you are still too tender in front of me.

Let me tell you, I am very healthy and I am not sick. "

Although the tone has not changed, but the attitude has eased, man, isn't it just a hobby.

Money, power, beauty and fame? The old man is so old, and he is still a loser who has achieved political achievements in his early years, so he probably does not lack money.

If you give it to him, he probably won't even ask for it. Beauty, it is estimated that the old man intends to kill the thief now, and he is powerless to recover.

So, that's the name. Zhang Fan's words about how old you were when you broke into the rivers and lakes sounded like a tough fight, but this thing actually scratched his soft flesh.

"Hehe, why don't you give me a young man a chance, I've come all the way.

You dismissed me with one sentence, how can I hang around in the frontier medical circle in the future.

You are also a big man, so you still have to talk about morality. If it’s okay, let me do it and check it for you. Do you like it? "

Zhang Fan said with a smile, he didn't try to persuade him, you should listen to the doctor's advice, and see if you are sick.

Zhang Fan understood the thoughts of this old man, he was lonely and cold, and suddenly used this semi-quat tone to set the old man up.

All of a sudden, he seemed to be back in the past again. If he didn't agree, he wouldn't do it. Jiang Hu's face still needs to be scrupled!

In fact, this is the doctor's consultation skills, which is discussed at the beginning of the medical certificate. In the early years, some people bragged, saying that half of the Analects ruled the world.

Zhang Fan didn't understand it very well, because he hadn't read the Analects of Confucius, but when he was in school, the diagnostic teacher used to brag, saying that if he had thoroughly read diagnostics, he was already half a famous doctor.

Everyone laughed at first, but later, the more I went to work, the more I felt that what I said was true.

For example, in today's society, many doctors and patients quarrel or even fight after watching the disease.

Leaving aside the patient's problems, first of all, the doctor didn't understand the diagnostics thoroughly.

"Hey, you're still a dragon, okay, I won't bully you, come on, let me make an agreement first, if you persuade me to let me be knifed, I will turn my face."

"Okay, whoever advised you to have the operation is the grandson!"

The more Zhang Fan imitated the old man's speech, the more the old man cooperated.

But old Xu's face turned green, can he do it without surgery? How to explain to the government.

The family members almost couldn't stand up, how can there be such a doctor, how can this be an expert, this is like a gangster.