Chapter 393: Don’t be afraid of bad things, just be afraid of bad people
“Director Shen, why are you here? Didn’t you have a rest on the weekend?” Luo Hao stood up, and Erhei followed Luo Hao, rustling.
Director Shen glanced at Erhei and sighed deeply.
“Don’t mention it, if you drink cold water when you are unlucky, your teeth will be stuffed.” Director Shen walked in dejectedly and sat down on the chair, “Uncle Junior, someone in the group asked about the condition of a patient the day before yesterday. .”
Luo Hao raised his eyebrows, thinking of Shen Zizai’s WeChat group.
"I gave the diagnosis at that time, and the local doctor mobilized the patient's family to come to us for treatment. Everything was fine, and the diagnosis was very good. Just a few words from the local doctor, and an emergency blood test and an emergency liver and kidney function test. Just give a definite diagnosis."
Luo Hao smiled and said nothing when he thought about which patient Director Shen was talking about.
"The results were good. The patient was sent, and when the diagnosis was confirmed, the patient's family said he could not be cured."
"What was the diagnosis?" Luo Hao asked.
"Suppurative cholangitis, infection and toxic shock." Director Shen spread his hands helplessly, "It will be resolved with a few days of medication, and the child can be discharged and go home in good condition."
"The result is good. No matter what the family said, the treatment didn't work. Junior uncle, what do you think this is?"
Director Shen was like a wronged child, constantly complaining to Luo Hao.
Meng Liangren felt funny in his heart when he saw a scene that ordinary people could not understand and accept.
But Director Shen shouted from the bottom of his heart like a junior uncle.
He didn't want to find Luo Hao to solve the problem, but he was depressed and wanted to complain.
As a doctor, I always have the desire to treat illnesses and save lives.
Especially when I see a patient who could have been cured, but due to various reasons, the patient and the patient's family refuse treatment, I always feel a little depressed.
"Uncle, the patient's family said that the treatment should be stopped. If it is a geriatric disease, or a vegetative state that requires a ventilator to survive, forget it. He is only 15, and it is said that his results are not bad."
"Is this going to be cured? I can't let it go. You know, when patients like this go back to rural hospitals, they basically wait to die."
Director Shen's head was getting brighter and brighter as he went to the hospital. Like a light bulb, it seems to be telling the grievances.
"Damn it, Director Shen, you are an old doctor too, don't we see this kind of thing all the time?" Luo Hao was also helpless, shrugging his shoulders and spreading his hands, "The patient's family members have the biggest opinions, what do you think is good? No one can say it. "
"The diagnosis is correct, and the treatment will improve in one week, and the patient will be cured in two weeks. I will try my best to save money from the gastroenterology department, and I can be discharged from the hospital for less than 10,000 yuan, which is really not expensive. How much is it?" Director Shen tried hard to emphasize the diagnosis and cost.
Luo Hao sighed.
A doctor is a doctor, and he can only be a doctor.
There is no way to call the police on this matter.
When officials come, the patient's family says we have no money, how about you pay? You can knock people back.
No one is older than others and younger than others.
Besides, when someone says he is incurable, there is a high probability that others will think it is the hospital’s fault.
If we could get free medical treatment, wouldn’t it be fine?
But once there is free medical treatment, the hospital will definitely be crowded with people, and they will be hospitalized with their front feet in the hospital, and they will have to get free eggs when the doctors and nurses are not paying attention.
"Director Shen, it's okay, okay." Luo Hao comforted, "When it comes to diagnosis, you are really good at it."
As he said that, Luo Hao gave a thumbs up in affirmation.
Director Shen showed a proud look, but then his expression dropped.
"Uncle, it's just a little bit different, really!"
"Director Shen, haven't you seen similar patients before?" Luo Hao was surprised.
"I've seen it before, but... I heard that the kid is pretty good at studying. He is the first in Qianhe County in his first year of high school this year."
"Wait!" Luo Hao's voice suddenly became a little louder, "You Where is it? Qianhe County? "
"Qianhe County, that small county on the border, is almost deserted." Director Shen didn't notice the change in Luo Hao's expression. Emotional intelligence is as little as hair on a bald head.
“The patient’s family members didn’t say anything at first when they arrived, but while they said they would give up rescuing, people kept coming. Uncle Master, have you ever experienced the time when medical troubles were everywhere? I think their attitude was to prepare for that. After the child died, he came to the hospital and asked for a sum of money. "(Note)
Luo Hao didn't speak, frowning, thoughtfully.
Seeing that Professor Luo was silent, Meng Liangren knew that he was thinking, so he asked, "Director Shen, have you reported this matter to the medical office?"
"No, it's just a guess. Please tell the medical office If you are honest about your report, wouldn’t it be nonsense? Director Feng, it’s better not to deal with him.”
Meng Liangren scratched his head.
I can usually report over Shen Zizai and Director Feng because I have the favor of Professor Luo. Meng Liangren knew this, but after more experience, he became accustomed to it and believed that this was what he should do.
Looking at Director Shen's expression and listening to what he said, Meng Liangren once again suppressed the thought deep in his heart that he was okay.
It’s all Professor Luo who can do it, so it’s okay to set off oneself.
Thinking this in his heart, Meng Liangren did not delay chatting with Director Shen.
“Director Shen, Qianhe County, why does it sound so familiar to me?”
“It’s the hospital where my junior uncle used to be for designated support. This child didn’t have any Who knows what happened, but I was delayed in Qianhe County?"
Director Shen rambled.
Before he finished speaking, he heard Luo Hao's voice on the phone.
"Chen Yong, come to the hospital."
"Brother, it's the weekend! Even the donkeys in the production team don't handle them like this. Big animals have to rest, can you stop doing this? Zhou Bapi."
"There is a problem with a patient in Qianhe County, and I think it may be related to Wen Youren."
"Wait, he will be there in 20 minutes"
Chen Yong's excited voice had already rushed out of the phone, like a knife, sharp and full of murderous intent.
After hanging up the phone, Director Shen was a little confused.
"Uncle Junior Master, why did you call Chen Yong here?"
"He, come here and get some news."
"???" Director Shen didn't understand.
Meng Liangren nodded slightly, as if he understood what Professor Luo wanted to do.
“Send the patient to see a doctor first. The normal logic is that the diagnosis is clear and a treatment schedule can even be given. What the patient’s family wants to say is that if the doctor can save money, right?”
"Yes."
"Generally speaking, as long as the hospital is not too dark, the doctors will act according to their conscience and save whatever money they can. They will be happy to see a 15-year-old child discharged from the hospital well. No."
Luo Hao said, paused, "But this time it's a bit strange. According to what you said, Director Shen, the patient's family gave up on rescue after the diagnosis, and he was not in a vegetative state, nor was he breathing. No matter how much money is spent, machine intubation is a waste of time. Why do you think the family should give up?”
"Yeah, why give up?" Director Shen asked.
Meng Liangren smiled.
At first glance, Director Shen is the kind of old expert who has been obsessed with medicine all his life and whose emotional intelligence is about zero.
He was able to become the director of the Rheumatology and Immunology Department of the First Hospital of Medical University because of his great luck and ability. However, it has nothing to do with emotional intelligence.
This kind of person is very pure, otherwise he would not call him a junior uncle.
Otherwise, no matter how high his medical level is, he will still be treated to a state of complete disfigurement, feeling that his heart is as high as the sky and his life is as thin as paper.
"Director Shen, leave this matter to me. The patient must be fine, right." Luo Hao asked casually.
Director Shen was stunned for a moment when he heard the word "sure" and did not dare to answer.
Luo Hao didn't seem to want to get a positive answer from Director Shen, but turned his phone and fell into deep thought.
“Little Master Uncle, why don’t you give me a slap?”
"Well, I'll take a look before talking. If you don't take a look, you'll always feel unsure." Luo Hao nodded, then looked at Meng Liangren, "Old Meng, let Chen Yong wait for me when he arrives."
"Okay."
Luo Hao got up and went to the ICU with Director Shen.
Meng Liangren concentrated on writing medical records. It seemed that the "human tragedy" Director Shen just mentioned had nothing to do with him.
“Lao Meng, this is too tragic, why is it that the family is so stunned that there is no cure?”
"This situation is quite common in clinical practice. You cannot empathize. You must not empathize." Meng Liangren warned, "Just treat it as reading a novel and forget it after reading it. Otherwise, there will be one or two similar cases a year. Patient, your mood will collapse."
"Oh?"
"There are many reasons. The economy has improved in recent years, and everyone knows that Wen Lianggong and Frugal gave in when the economy was average. , Very chaotic. Don’t think that you are born with this character, this is called..."
"Cang Lin knows etiquette." Chen Yong stood at the door and followed Meng Liangren's words.
"Dr. Chen is here. Professor Luo asked you to wait for him in the office."
"Yeah, I know." Chen Yong didn't change his clothes and lazily sat down on the chair, "Xiaozhuang, you come to work overtime on weekends? Do you need to be so diligent? The entire medical team is here except for me, and it makes me very tired. It’s not practical.”
“We doctors don’t work overtime, right?” Zhuang Yan said with a high ponytail, “Senior brother said, we are all serving the people.”
"Serving the people? You deserve it! You are a people. No, Lao Meng is, but you don't count."
"Why don't I count!"
"You are a socialist The successor, Lao Meng, is the people.”
"How is that possible!"
Chen Yong was too lazy to talk to Zhuang Yan, holding his cell phone and chatting with a smile.
"Brother Yong, are you chatting with the girl?" Zhuang Yan asked.
"No, my heart is full of old willows now, others can't get in."
A mouthful of sweet dog food was stuffed into Zhuang Yan's mouth, it was so sweet.
"We were chatting in the group about the release of cockroaches a few days ago. Guess, where is the farthest place?"
"The Imperial Capital?"
"The farthest place is the free shipping area. "It's about releasing cockroaches," Chen Yong said, but with a smile on his face, he seemed a little proud.
If Meng Liangren knew this, it would be useless to ask. Dr. Chen wouldn’t tell, and Professor Luo certainly wouldn’t tell.
Chen Yong didn’t say much, just chatting.
Soon, Luo Hao came back.
“So fast!”
“That’s right, you know I have a problem with Wen Youren. At that time, my master was suppressed by him for many years, and in the end he had no choice but to change his career. Master’s hatred, I'll take revenge! Tell me, how about a few thunderbolts to kill him?"
Poverty.
Luo Hao thought of Professor Zhang.
Chen Yong could really think about the matter of predicting poverty in people's lives, but Luo Hao's mind was filled with that dry old man from Baltimore.
"That's what I'm saying, you tell me what you want." "I just took a look and the patient's condition is only considered serious. It can be treated and cured."
Luo Hao changed his "dog" behavior and gave a direct answer in the affirmative.
"It's just that the patient's family is having some trouble. It should be instigated by someone in the circle, or something else. Chen Yong, don't wear white clothes, pretend to be other family members of the patient, and go ask about the specific situation."< br>
"Yeah." Chen Yong nodded, "What about you?"
"I'll contact the medical office. You go ahead and wait for your news."
Chen Yong stood up, took off his mask, Walk out of the doctor's office.
Leave similar things to Chen Yong. Luo Hao was rest assured. No one is more suitable to inquire about information than Chen Yong.
Although it is a bit overused, it can only be used in this way in the hospital.
Otherwise, Luo Hao would be worried that Lao Liu would fight...Chen Yong.
"Professor Luo, what do you think is going on?" Meng Liangren asked when he saw Chen Yong leaving but Luo Hao did not call Feng Zixuan immediately.
“We are following the old path many years ago, and this approach may not be easy to use in the first hospital of a medical university. Times have changed, but some people’s thinking has not changed.”
Zhuang Yan was confused, but Meng Liangren knew everything.
“Brother, is the little patient okay?”
"It's okay, Shen Qing Yu Ming, but he still has a fever. I chatted with him for a few words."
"Can the little patient Shen Qing Yu Ming be replaced by a guardian?"
Luo Hao raised his head and looked at Zhuang Yan with a smile full of teasing.
“It’s impossible, Xiaozhuang.” Meng Liangren said, “I don’t understand similar laws, but let’s face it, the difficulty of changing a guardian is about the same as ascending to heaven.”
"Yeah." Luo Hao nodded, without explaining in detail, but picked up the phone.
"Uncle, I am Xiaoluo."
"Are you familiar with that side of Qianhe County?"
"Yes, it is the hospital near Wen Youren's branch."
" There is a patient whose diagnosis was clear after coming to the hospital for a period of time. Luo Hao explained, "But the patient's family members insisted on refusing treatment as if they were possessed by evil spirits, and some idle people also appeared in the hospital. In the hospital. I am still observing the specific situation, but the 15-year-old child’s disease should be cured.”
“I have suspicions that the patient came here because of suppurative cholangitis. The diagnosis and treatment at Qianhe County Hospital is very rough. This is not the point. The point is that I suspect someone wants to take the blame and even said something shady.”
"Okay, okay, then I'll give up, uncle."
"I have to go home recently, hey, am I busy? I get Sanqing in one year. It's impossible not to be busy."
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Luo Hao hung up the phone and looked ahead, seeming to be thinking.
"Professor Luo, do you suspect that there is something wrong with the doctors at the local hospital?" Meng Liangren asked.
"It's not a suspicion, it's almost certain. I know Director Wen better. He must have felt very uncomfortable if he went to Qianhe County to provide support. If he feels uncomfortable, it would be logical to say something unintentionally."< br>
Meng Liangren had vaguely heard about Professor Luo being reported to the Donglian Mine by his real name before he came to the First Hospital of the Medical University.
In this regard, Meng Liangren really couldn’t understand who had the courage to report Professor Luo with his real name.
Professor Ronaldinho seems to have a gentle temper, but in fact he has a lot of things in his heart, but he just doesn't want to show it.
"Senior brother, there are still people like this?!" Zhuang Yan frowned, her young face full of thoughts, "Shouldn't we put the patient first no matter what?"
"Yes, but some doctors just don't do that." Luo Hao smiled, "He deceives superiors and deceives subordinates, and can do anything for his own benefit. Even for the sake of his retirement at the age of 60 If you can be re-employed, you have to control the overall situation of the department and force lower-level doctors not to perform operations.”
"!!!"
These things are completely inconsistent with Zhuang Yan's three views.
"Look more, talk less." Luo Hao looked into Zhuang Yan's eyes and snapped his fingers.
Erhei opened his eyes and walked rustlingly to Luo Hao.
Luo Hao stretched out his hand to cup Erhei's head, not looking anxious at all.
"Xiaozhuang, it's like this. The grassroots level depends on the ability of the old party secretary. In some places, the old party secretary has a very high prestige. The north is different from the south. The south is dominated by families." Meng Liangren explained to Zhuang Yan.
“But this is a matter between the patient and the patient’s family.”
“The old party secretary is equivalent to great grandfather? That’s probably the case. Our Northeast is different from the South. There are major universities in the South. The ancestral hall is the old branch secretary in Northeast China. But the old branch secretaries in those years are old and I don’t know much about them." Meng Liangren reiterated.
"Oh." Zhuang Yan still didn't understand, but she closed her mouth and kept looking.
As for what she was looking at, Zhuang Yan probably didn’t even know, but she remembered Senior Brother Luo’s words - look more, talk less.
Half an hour later, Chen Yong came back.
"Luo Hao, it's true! It's Wen Youren's guy who is causing trouble!" Chen Yong was a little excited.
"Oh? Tell me."
"The whole process is like this. The patient went to Qianhe County Hospital and was seen by the Department of Medicine and Surgery together. Wen Youren said it was not a surgical disease, but after he came he The diagnosis was suppurative cholangitis, but there was no chance of surgery for the time being. "
"That's what Director Shen told the patient's family at that time, and the patient's family came to see Wen Youren, but the guy actually drank with the patient's family and said. Qianhe County doesn’t have much money, but the First Hospital of the Medical University has money. If the person dies, the compensation will be at least several million.”
"..."
Luo Hao was speechless.
Wen Youren is really trying to shift the blame, and he dares to say anything.
"For specific details, I asked three people, and they all said different things. I summarized it, and it is probably that Wen Youren was afraid that the responsibility would fall on himself, so he asked the patient's family to refuse treatment, and waited until the patient died to sue the medical university. One hospital is killing people.
If everyone is gone, who will hold Qianhe County People’s Hospital at fault? I will say that this old boy is nothing.”
"Brother Yong, is this okay?" Zhuang Yan couldn't hold it back and asked in a daze.
“Of course, it doesn’t matter what you said or did before. Nowadays, various self-media only stir up emotions, and the people who eat melon only follow their emotions. As for what the truth is, who cares. "
"What everyone cares about is their emotions. Make a fuss, vent their emotions, and then forget about it. Not to mention, Wen Youren is really bad. "
"This..." Zhuang Yan was confused for a moment.
Meng Liangren patted the chair and said, "Xiaozhuang, sit down and watch more and talk less."
Zhuang Yan nodded and looked at Luo Hao and Chen Yong silently.
"Luo Hao, what are you going to do?"
"I remember before the Chinese New Year, when we were still in Donglian, people from Qianhe County came on the green train." Luo Hao Hao pondered, "My uncle should be familiar with that side, but I didn't expect that Wen Youren couldn't even work in a grassroots county hospital. This is too bad."
"He is already bad, you I thought so!"
"It seems that Wen Youren can't be there anymore. I'll tell my uncle and see if he can be transferred to a small health clinic. It would be easier. He was messing around in the bigger hospital.”
Luo Hao was helpless, shook his head and sighed.
Originally Luo Hao thought that Wen Youren's technical level was sufficient for diagnosis and treatment in county-level hospitals, and if he didn't know it, he could be sent to higher-level hospitals. What's the big deal.
Don’t be afraid that there will be no good things, just be afraid that there will be no good people.
Wen Youren turned out to be picky and misdiagnosed himself, yet he incited the patient's family members to come to the First Hospital of the Medical University.
Luo Hao straightened out his thoughts.
"Can the patient survive?"
"Well, I also chatted with the young man for a while."
"15, it's a child." Chen Yong corrected.
“He said he wanted to study medicine in the future. I joked that if I get admitted to Union Medical College, I would recruit him as my graduate student.”
“!!!”
Chen Yong was surprised.
"What's that expression on your face?"
"Do you remember the exchange student in India?" Chen Yong asked.
"I remember, but his foundation is not very good, and he is a little greasy. Whether he can pass the exam has nothing to do with me." Luo Hao answered happily, twirling his mobile phone in his hand, and was talking Thinking about something, he answered absentmindedly.
"What are you thinking about?" Chen Yong also noticed that Luo Hao was absent-minded and asked him.
"It's hard to talk to Director Feng." Luo Hao was embarrassed, "Wen Youren is a bitch with poor technical skills, but he is good at understanding people's hearts. He missed this whole thing. How should I tell Director Feng? A I want to save the little patient whose family asked him to give up?”
“Isn’t it possible?” Zhuang Yan blurted out her question.
Luo Hao smiled.
"It's just, simple and direct, saving communication costs. This is what you said. Luo Hao, the boomerang hit you in the face, just tell me what to do." Chen Yong asked.
Facing his boomerang, Luo Hao was startled.
Although Chen Yong's words are sharp, they are quite reasonable. Luo Hao thought for a while, stood up, and patted Er Hei on the head.
Erheishashasha returned to the kennel to recharge.
Luo Hao picked up his mobile phone and walked out of the doctor's office.
"What are you doing, senior brother?" Zhuang Yan asked curiously.
“When asking for help from someone, you have to be humble, so I’m going behind someone’s back.” Chen Yong said with a smile.
"Isn't it necessary to treat illnesses and save people?"
"There are so many things that should be done, why don't you tell your dad?"
"My dad is not engaged in clinical practice." Zhuang Yan's voice Like a mosquito, it is stunned by a boomerang.
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"Director Feng, I'm sorry to disturb you on the weekend." Luo Hao walked to the fire escape with a warm smile on his face.
"Ronald, what do you want from me this weekend?"
"That's right, I have something to trouble you with." Luo Hao said sincerely.
"Oh? What's wrong?" Feng Zixuan was quite interested in this.
Luo Hao told the situation exactly as it was.
"I saw that little patient, he should be able to survive." Luo Hao finally gave a firm conclusion.
"That's it."
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Note: This is a true story about a hospital in the next province about ten years ago.
(End of this chapter)