Chapter 195 The gap between doctors is wider than that between humans and dogs
The rescue is still going on.
There are two worlds inside and outside the door.
Inside, Luo Hao was doing chest cardiac compression; outside the door, the "passed" patient looked like a piece of rotten meat, attracting the attention of countless flies.
“Are you looking for sir?”
A man in a suit with a lewd expression approached the patient's family and asked.
“Huh?” The patient’s family members were stunned.
"I heard the doctor say...I speak more directly, don't be angry." The man in the suit had a "skilled" smile on his face. The smile was gentle and comforting, and there was also a trace of sadness and compassion. .
"If there is no one, you have to prepare in advance. Otherwise, you will be in a hurry. Don't suffer a loss when the old man goes down."
Although these words don't sound good, they are all at once. It hit the vulnerable point of the patient's family. The old lady was confused at first, but when she heard what the man in the suit said, she started to cry.
"Who are you?" The patient's son pulled the man in the suit out.
“I work at the shroud shop across the street, and several famous gentlemen in our provincial capital have connections with my family.” Seeing that the man was willing to talk to him alone, the man in the suit knew that the deal had already fallen into his pocket. My heart is full of joy.
"People are born, old, sick and die. This is a natural law. Don't be sad." The man in the suit advised, "But let me remind you, you must make preparations as soon as possible. If the person gets better, we won't charge you. , follow you and be happy; if people are gone, there are many rules for dressing, and we have to let the old man walk in glory."
"Now it is said to be feudal superstition, but our ancestors have passed it down for so many years. Can the rules make no sense at all? You think so. The process is very complicated and most people can’t understand it.
In short, the most important thing is to let the old man die peacefully.”
The patient's son nodded repeatedly.
“How much does it cost?” asked the patient’s son.
"Hey, our charges are definitely the cheapest here. We can't take advantage of your family." The man in the suit said vaguely.
“Our store has been open for thirty years and has a very good reputation.”
“This is not a feudal superstition, but a folk custom.”
The man in the suit kept explaining.
The patient's son was also a little confused. His family suddenly encountered a disaster, and he really didn't know which one would come first, tomorrow or the accident.
His mind was so confused that he could hardly think.
"There are many types of gentlemen here, including ordinary folk gentlemen and Taoist gentlemen. Which one do you think you should choose?"
"Taoist gentlemen?"
"Yes, but if the Taoist comes, the charge will definitely be a bit more expensive, you know that." The man in the suit began to induce, "But, you get what you pay for. Taoists are professionals and you don't see them at all. They are all for high-end people.”
“Huh?” The patient’s son was startled.
"Sir, eat food in the world and watch things in the underworld. Some people are born with weak zodiac signs and are prone to evil spirits. Mr. Yin and Yang can send them out as gifts. Some people are born weak and sick and are prone to evil spirits. Mr. Yin Yang can solve their problems. "
"I suggest leaving this kind of professional matter to professionals."
"You also know that the most professional one is definitely..."
Before the man in the suit finished speaking, a man wearing a Chinese-style cardigan suddenly ran over.
"Lao Guo, what are you doing!" The man shouted angrily as he ran.
“I’m helping people do good deeds.” The man in the suit’s expression was cold, but he couldn’t hide his pride. “The old man is going to die soon. His family doesn’t know what to do. I’ll help him bury him in his grave. "An."
"How dare you take my job!" the Chinese-breasted man yelled.
“Yours?!”
"I told you ten minutes ago that when I went back to get the information, you stole my home."
The patient's son was even more confused.
Watching the man in the suit and the man in the Chinese style quarreling.
In front of the patient's son, they were still a little restrained. They just stared at each other fiercely, mixed with some dirty words.
The specious folk customs I talked about with the patient's son have long since disappeared, as if two scavenging hyenas were looking at each other "drinking, drinking, drinking" and would bite at any time.
But there is also a tacit understanding between them.
The patient is not dead yet, and it has not yet reached the moment of life and death duel.
“Where are the patient’s family members?” the emergency doctor from the district hospital came out and shouted.
“Here, here.” The patient’s son ran over quickly.
Two people also followed behind to hear what happened.
"The patient's condition is not good and he is no longer alive." The emergency doctor at the district hospital sighed and said with regret, "We are still rescuing him, but the possibility of rescuing him is almost non-existent. On your side...after preparation "
When they heard about the funeral arrangements, their eyes suddenly lit up, like hungry wolves who had not eaten for ten days and eight days.
"My family is professional, can you please..."
"Lao Guo, I was here first, don't follow the rules." The man in the Chinese style placket grabbed the man in the suit and said, Bring him back.
“Bang~” The man in the suit was even more direct, punching the man in the Chinese-style shirt on the face.
"How dare you fucking do it!" the man in the Chinese suit yelled angrily, and then punched the man in the suit in the chest.
The two started fighting.
The emergency doctor at the district hospital frowned and stepped forward to pull them apart.
"You two are going to fight, go out and fight!"
After all, they have to rely on the hospital for food, and neither of them wants to offend the emergency doctor, so they push each other and leave.
At the end of the corridor, the two of them were punching and kicking each other very fiercely.
The warm afternoon sun shone in through the window and fell on the two of them, but there was no warmth and warmth. The two of them looked like evil ghosts.
Other patients and their family members watched the excitement from a distance and had no idea what was going on.
The emergency doctor at the district hospital was a little worried and called security to maintain order.
It doesn’t matter whether the two people in the funeral parlor are dead or alive. The first priority is not to hurt other onlookers.
There are always people from the funeral parlor wandering around the emergency department, occasionally chatting with the emergency physicians and surgeons, which is as annoying as flies.
There is a competitive relationship between them, but in the past they mostly fought and quarreled. Unexpectedly, they actually started fighting today.
The emergency doctor at the district hospital was a little annoyed.
I was really unlucky today. I encountered an emergency patient who couldn’t press the button back no matter how hard I pressed it. People from the funeral shop even got into a fight in the hospital to grab the “business”.
More than ten minutes later, people from both sides called.
There were five or six men of various ages on one side. Although they did not hold weapons in their hands, the number alone made others shudder.
These people pressed the Chinese-style double-breasted man to the ground and rubbed him, literally pressing him to the ground.
Maybe they were afraid that things would get messy and end badly, but they didn’t hurt anyone.
The man in the suit looked at the man in the Chinese-style shirt proudly, "You know how awesome you are! Get out of the district hospital now. I have nothing to do with you in the future."
" If you dare to do anything, I’ll call the police!”
"I'm the one who beat you. You have a fart injury, and we were fighting each other. The surveillance in the district hospital is very useful. If you don't mind it, I'll accompany you and we'll squat together for fifteen days. It doesn't matter. ”
The man in the suit looked proud.
As long as you make money, as long as you can defeat your opponents, it really doesn't matter if you stay there for fifteen days.
Do you make money? It’s not shabby!
I've always looked at the boy and felt uncomfortable with him, so I punched him so hard today that I really felt a sigh of relief in my chest.
"Let me go!"
"Are you going to get out?"
The emergency doctor at the district hospital looked at them helplessly.
The good news is that both sides seem to have a sense of proportion. They can't kill anyone, and they won't get a bloody head. In the end, the emergency surgeon is the unlucky one.
The security guards at the district hospital were just maintaining order outside and had no intention of getting involved.
Security guards have no law enforcement power and will be subject to lawsuits. In recent years, security guards have become more and more sloppy.
The entire emergency department is in a mess, giving people a splitting headache.
A few minutes later, a man walked in and walked through the crowd.
The emergency doctor at the district hospital was stunned. He noticed that the man who came looked very ordinary, but his neck was as thick as his head, and the cauliflower-shaped protrusions on his ears were so conspicuous.
Huh?
Foreign aid is coming?
The man who just arrived reached out and picked up one of the people and threw him away.
The man didn't resist at all, or he had no chance to resist under the overwhelming force, so he was thrown aside.
His back hit the wall, and there was a "bang" in his chest.
The Chinese-breasted man who was pinned to the ground suddenly became arrogant, "You just rely on the fact that there are so many people. Come on, let's see who is afraid of whom? Fight each other. If you are not afraid of going in, am I still afraid? We won’t do business today, let’s fight to the end!”
"Xiao Shuai, beat me to death. If anything happens, it's mine!"
"Hit them, beat them to death!"
The emergency doctor at the district hospital was dumbfounded. .
He quickly prepared to call the police.
Things are out of control and are about to get out of hand.
"Go and keep all the poisons and anesthetics, don't let others take advantage of the chaos." The emergency doctor of the district hospital told the nurse.
"Okay, okay." The nurse took the time to save the poison and anesthetic, and stopped watching the excitement. She took the time to hide herself and avoid being affected.
The short, stocky man who came later lifted the Chinese-breasted man off the ground, and he didn't seem to have much respect.
He did not follow the "instructions" of the Chinese-styled man. Instead, he separated the people and glanced coldly at the people in front of him.
The eyes were cold and murderous, as if they were real.
Several hot-blooded men calmed down instantly.
“Go beat them up!” the Chinese-breasted man yelled.
But the short and stocky man did not do anything, but just watched quietly.
"Add more money! Add more money!!" The man with the Chinese-style coat yelled angrily.
“What’s the fuss about?”
At this moment, the door of the emergency room was pushed open, and Chen Yong walked out and glanced at the people present.
“This is it!”
Chen Yong’s aura was not enough to suppress the entire audience, but the emergency doctor at the district hospital suddenly saw the graphics on the monitor in the emergency room.
Sinus rhythm, no one is pressing.
Fuck me!
alright?
Impossible!
"Director Shen, there is a fight outside. Don't get hurt. I'll do it." Chen Yong stopped Shen Zizai.
"It's okay." Shen Zizai was experienced and looked at the emergency department doctor at the district hospital, "Did the people from the funeral shop start a fight over the business?"
The emergency department doctor at the district hospital was at a loss. He nodded and stared at the waveform on the ECG monitor.
Sinus rhythm is very stable and completely different from what I imagined. "The people have been rescued, let them disperse." Shen Zizai glanced at the people fighting unhappily, "What the hell, the people are not dead yet, and you want to have a banquet?"
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“Wait!” The emergency doctor at the district hospital quickly grabbed Shen Zizai.
"Director Shen, the patient is alive? How?" he asked in surprise.
"It seems okay for now. The conditions here are not good. Call the 120 ambulance and go to the first-year medical school." Shen Zizai said.
Fuck!
The emergency doctor at the district hospital was surprised.
I judged that the patient would definitely die, so why was everything fine? Impossible!
But it is what it is.
He stared blankly at Luo Hao, who had not spoken to the patient in the emergency room. A full minute had passed, and the patient's ECG was still in sinus rhythm.
The emergency doctor at the district hospital also knew that the young doctor was afraid that the patient might have a tendency to have cerebral hemorrhage due to the thrombolytic drugs he had taken, so he had a few words with the patient and monitored his consciousness at all times.
But!
It seemed that the patient had already died before I left the house, and even people from two funeral parlors got into a fight over it. How come he was cured in less than half an hour?
Although it is not completely good, he can talk to the doctor, which proves that...
The emergency doctor of the district hospital is even more confused and blank.
"Xiao Sun, go call and ask for transport." Shen Zizai saw that the emergency doctor at the district hospital didn't say anything, but just stared inside, feeling proud.
Let alone the emergency doctor at the district hospital, I didn’t expect that I could really save the patient.
Shen Zizai witnessed what happened at that time with his own eyes.
After thrombolytic drugs were introduced and pressure was applied for less than 20 minutes, the patient never experienced ventricular fibrillation again.
As the pulmonary artery thrombus was dissolved, the patient's consciousness gradually recovered, and it seemed that there should be no sequelae of long-term cerebral hypoxia.
It’s so amazing!
Dr. Sun, Shen Zizai’s student, was also stunned. Shen Zizai patted him on the shoulder and said, “Call for a referral!”
“Oh? Oh!” Dr. Sun responded quickly. road.
He called the 120 emergency hotline, explained the situation to the 120 emergency center, and asked for a referral from the district hospital’s ambulance.
After returning, Dr. Sun was still shocked as he watched the patient being carried into the car.
"Teacher, how come people are alive?"
"Remember what I said when you were in school - the gap between doctors is wider than that between humans and dogs."
>"..." Dr. Sun was stunned.
He did remember Director Shen saying such a thing, but Dr. Sun did not agree with it at the time.
Let alone at that time, even before today, Dr. Sun did not approve of it.
Now, Dr. Sun is somewhat convinced.
"Hey." Shen Zizai said with emotion.
"Director Shen, I'll go back with the car." Luo Hao walked with the flat car and wanted to go with the 120 ambulance. When passing by, he wanted to throw the 307 key to Chen Yong.
But the next second, Luo Hao stopped and handed the key to Shen Zizai.
"Director Shen, please drive the car back."
"Oh?"
"Chen Yong has road rage, don't let him drive." Luo Hao smiled.
Turn around, Luo Hao saw the short and stocky man.
"Is it you?" Luo Hao remembered the cauliflower-shaped protrusions on his ears.
Unexpectedly, I met this person at the district hospital.
The man was also stunned and looked at Luo Hao.
Luo Hao glanced at it and immediately understood what happened.
"It didn't hurt anyone." Luo Hao asked lightly.
“No.”
“Oh, there’s something wrong with the work here. I’m going to call the police and you go inside to explain. If you want to find a more serious job after you get out, give me a call. Telephone.”
Luo Hao said, extending his hand.
The man was stunned for a moment, but the next second he unlocked his phone and handed it to Luo Hao.
Luo Hao pressed his phone number and returned the phone to the man after it rang once.
"What's your last name?" Luo Hao asked while looking at the flat car.
The patient’s family members were talking to the patient and were a little excited.
"Wang, Wang Xiaoshuai."
"Xiaoshuai, is there a little beauty?"
Luo Hao made a joke casually, then strode after the flat car, pulling away the patient's family members, Explain that the patient needs to rest now and not be emotional.
Shen Zizai watched Luo Hao leave, the smile on his lips getting thicker and thicker.
"Teacher, this..."
"I said that the gap between doctors is bigger than that between people and dogs. Do you believe it?"
"..."
"You don't know many things, I will tell you You talk and take a break." Shen Zi looked around.
"Go to my ward, teacher."
"No, smoke a cigarette outside."
Shen Zizai walked out of the emergency department slowly.
The spring breeze was chilly, Shen Zizai just touched his pocket, and a box of Nine-Five Masters appeared in front of him.
"Director Shen, smoke mine." Chen Yong handed over the cigarette.
"Hey, the grade is high enough."
"I usually take on some private work." Chen Yong smiled and lit the cigarette for Shen Zizai.
Shen Zizai knew that Chen Yong was a vvvvip client on a certain blind date platform, and he heard this from the head nurse.
Being able to make money on a blind date platform is a skill, and it happens 8 hours away, so he didn't bother to care about Chen Yong, but said to Dr. Sun, "You are so messed up. "
"It's not like this usually. People from several funeral shops seemed to be communicating privately. I don't know what happened today, but they even got into a fight."
"This is a crackdown on gangsters. The evil has been suppressed, you have never seen it before." Shen Zizai thought of the prosperous days when he first started working, and his words were a little low, "At that time, the funeral parlors around the first year of medical school had already been opened."
"Type it out?"
Although there is only one word difference between hitting and typing, the meanings are completely different.
"Literal meaning." Shen Zizai explained, "First year of medical college, the top tertiary hospital in the province, how many people are saved every day? How many people die every day? For many people, this is a business!"< br>
"Dead people's money is easy to make, and the profits are huge. Back then, a similar person told me to introduce someone, and as long as I spend money with them, I will get 300 commission."
"I'll go. "Teacher, 300 was a lot in your day."
"My salary is 450 a month, and they give me a commission of 300, what do you think?" Shen Zizai said with a smile, "I can't offend these people. But there was no contact. They were all fighting to take over the business of the First Hospital of the Medical University. They had several fights in private, and it is said that some people died."
"So powerful?"
"A few years ago, an old expert from Qilu was stabbed by scalpers. Do you remember this? You were still in school when it happened."
"Remember "
"Like these people who eat dead people, scalping is also a business," Shen Zizai said, "But scalping is a high-end job, and it tastes better and attracts more people. The battle is also more brutal, I don’t know the details.”
“…”
"..."
Both Dr. Sun and Chen Yong fell silent. They did not expect that the group of people who depended on the hospital for their meals would be so tough.
"Director Shen, I have heard of it." Meng Liangren said, "Short videos have become popular in recent years, and some intermediaries that take people to see doctors have become popular based on short videos."
Speaking of Here, Shen Zizai's face suddenly looked a little ugly.
Meng Liangren shut up immediately.
Chen Yong realized something was wrong and gave Meng Liangren a look.
The two made eye contact, and Chen Yong temporarily suppressed his curiosity.
"Ronaldinho is really awesome today!" Shen Zizai said, "Test you, what did Professor Luo do today?"
"Seek death." Chen Yong said.
"Speak." The strange look on Shen Zizai's face flashed away, and he immediately returned to normal.
"Luo Hao didn't confirm the diagnosis, and the patient didn't support various tests. So Luo Hao did a bedside B-ultrasound scan, and the initial diagnosis was pulmonary embolism. The patient had contraindications for spontaneous cerebral hemorrhage one month ago. , gave the patient thrombolytic drugs.”
“Is this a suicide attempt or something?”
As he spoke, Chen Yong puffed up his chest and stood proud.
Shen Zizai was a little puzzled. It turned out to be a rescue where Luo Hao showed his diagnosis and decision-making. Why is Chen Yong so awesome?
"Good luck is part of strength." Shen Zizai did not ridicule Chen Yong, but followed Chen Yong's words.
The people in Luo Hao's medical team are not simple. Even doctors like Chen Yong, who seem unreliable, can see clearly and clearly.
As for his student Dr. Sun, who is already the deputy director of the interventional department of the district hospital, he is still naked and has no idea what is going on.
Shen Zizai sighed.
"Eat vegetables and eat vegetarian food, be an official or a deputy." Shen Zizai said a self-deprecating sentence without a clue.
Meng Liangren's expression moved slightly, but Chen Yong didn't know what Shen Zizai meant.
"Ronaldo is treating illnesses and saving people, and it is worth taking certain risks." After Shen Zizai finished speaking, he warned seriously, "There are some things that Ronaldinho can do, but you must not do them. Remember?"
Dr. Sun sneered, "Teacher, how dare I. The patient's family spent more than 10,000 yuan. If the patient cannot be saved, why don't they make a fuss?"
Make a fuss?
Shen Zizai smiled, Luo Hao used unusable medicine and walked on the edge of violation to get the patient back.
This can no longer be explained by the benevolence of doctors.
I really don’t know what is going on in Luo Hao’s mind. Let alone Dr. Sun, if he were to compare himself with Luo Hao, he would be as sincere as a dog.
The patient does not say whether the diagnosis can be clear. Even if he knows that he has respiratory and circulatory arrest due to pulmonary embolism, in the current context of doctor-patient disputes, he cannot risk being complained or even judged. Save people under the premise of medical accident.
But Ronaldinho dares.
Not only did he dare, he also did it without getting into trouble.
The police car came over before I finished smoking a cigarette.
Shen Zizai did not watch the two groups of people from the funeral parlor who were "fighting" for the dead person being arrested. Instead, he put out his cigarette and walked straight to Luo Hao's 307.
"Xiao Chen, do you have road rage? Is it serious?"
"No, don't listen to Luo Hao's nonsense." Chen Yong retorted, "I'm just not used to driving a manual transmission. The car is annoying.”
Shen Zizai smiled, got in the car, started the engine, stepped on the clutch, and filled the gas.
Old Po's logo 307 roared as Shen Zizai refueled, and Shen Zizai was stunned for a moment.
What the hell is this sign 307? !
(End of this chapter)