This doctor is not short of money

Chapter 528
"If the medication is light, it will stimulate the tumor to spread faster; if the medication is heavy, the doctor who prescribes the medicine will directly become a murderer. This also makes Professor Lan Changhua and the others more timid."

What Du Heng is talking about now is not only about the plight of cancer and tumors, but also the plight of Chinese medicine as a whole.

Li Jianwei didn't know what to say. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Then do you think Lan Changhua can continue to teach them this subject?"

Du Heng shook his head decisively again, "It's difficult, it's very difficult to continue. According to the data they sent, so far, more than 300 patients have been consulted and 40 patients have been treated. There is only one successful case, which is an early-stage thyroid tumor patient. "

"This ratio is a bit disparate."

Du Heng twisted his mouth and said again, "I have been complained 38 times."

Li Jianwei was stunned, "There were 38 consultations, [-] complaints, and one was cured, that is, only one did not complain?"

"I asked, whoever didn't complain is a student of Professor Lan Changhua, a relative of Cao Binghe, who came from a small rural area."

"Okay, let's not talk about this." Li Jianwei stopped talking about this matter, "You took these forms back and filled them out, and then attached the most original data to them."

Du Heng didn't want to talk about this matter anymore, and then looked at the form in front of him, "We are Chinese medicine practitioners, and the prescriptions are all based on experience and feelings. I don't have the original data of the prescriptions."

"That's not what it means, but to provide some information to prove that there is no dispute with this prescription, such as who are the people who jointly participated in the design of the prescription and who is the main person in charge."

"Then there is no problem. These two recipes have already applied for patents and are commercially available. These procedures are complete."

"That's good."

Li Jianwei had broken away from the conversation just now, looked at the form in Du Heng's hand and said, "Hey, it's actually a pity, logically speaking, it's possible for you to win the second prize for the prescription of scar cream.

But because of this prescription, it is not a life-saving prescription, so I can only be wronged. "

"It's fine if you win the prize, I don't choose." Du Heng collected the forms on the table, and then passed them to Xiaokang next to him, "Teacher, if I have nothing to do, I will go back. I still have a small patient in the hospital. "

"Don't be in a hurry, there is something else to do." Li Jianwei reached out to stop Du Heng, "You are my student, but so far, you haven't attended a single class."

As he said that, he looked at Du Heng with burning eyes, "This is not acceptable. From next week onwards, you must attend class once a week."

Du Heng felt a little uncomfortable, but he admitted it with gritted teeth.

"Second thing, you are still the external deputy director of our Chinese medicine department, but it has been two months, and you have never been to the outpatient clinic.

Du Heng immediately grimaced, "Teacher, this is really not possible, I have a lot of things over there."

"Then half a day."

"Teacher, I really can't."

Li Jianwei looked at Du Heng fixedly, "How about this, you won't be allowed to go to the outpatient clinic anymore, and don't let it take half a day a week, you can pick your own time to come here every week to deal with the matters of the stroke team, isn't that a problem?

You should know that the 'Stroke' group was led by you, so you can deal with it without any problem, right? "

Du Heng said dumbfoundedly, "Teacher, this group is a cooperation project of the hospital, and it has nothing to do with me."

"Then I don't care. At that time, I did this project because of your face. It has nothing to do with the hospital. And now, the hospital can't deal with the problems we have encountered."

Du Heng's heart skipped a beat.

Since he left the hospital, he has been consciously avoiding it, especially Wu Buwei also left a few days ago, and he has no news about the hospital.

"What happened to them?" Du Heng asked pretending to be indifferent.

"Hey, your health center is abolished." Li Jianwei shook his head and said, "The health center has a weak foundation and no talents. Once you leave, it is equivalent to the backbone leaving.

Last week your junior brother Wu Buwei also left, but this time it's a good thing, he directly convulsed his only big tendon.

I heard that all the patients that your junior brother was in charge of were transferred to another hospital and followed him.As for the rest of the patients, without the care of the boy, the new doctors in the hospital couldn't even understand the follow-up replacement of prescriptions and acupuncture.

You say, how can I cooperate with them? "

Li Jianwei spread his hands, with a helpless expression on his face, "I didn't want to bother you, but your junior brother is good, and if there are any problems on my side, he can basically help them deal with them.

But now that people go to the Second City Hospital, they are not as free and convenient as before.And on my side, you also know that those who treat strokes have not been taught well by you.

Among the patients who come, unless they have exactly the same case, they still have black eyes and can't figure out anything.

Besides, we haven't finished the research on the topic of stroke. It's still in the process of research, and you have also taken the funds from the province, so you can't just let it go. "

Du Heng hasn't moved the 5000 yuan project fund of Han Chanren until now, and it's still lying on the project account.

But in his heart, there was another bitterness.

Stroke treatment was the path he chose for the hospital, and he also chose a dermatology department, which developed well at the beginning.But in order to develop, you must invest time and energy, and you must train a large number of professionals.

And in a year, Du Heng only brought out Wu Buwei, and this is the effect of teaching him hand in hand and staying with him every day.

Others have not enjoyed the convenience of Wu Buwei, so their level is really not even superficial.

But with my own departure and Wu Buwei's departure, the airs put up by the hospital--disintegrated.

Du Heng didn't feel sorry for those doctors.

I left until the end of March. Although I didn't teach personally, I still taught without reservation. I taught with all my heart and soul. Who can blame me for not learning or not wanting to learn?

He just felt sorry for his folks.

Fortunately, there is still Yu Haiting there, who can be regarded as a pillar, but I don't know how long he can last.

But thinking about it, after a postgraduate doctor broke the cage on him, the small place of Zhonghu Lake might not be able to stay.

Du Heng smiled reluctantly, and changed the topic directly, "That's all right, teacher, I'll come over every week to take a look."

After receiving Du Heng's reply, Li Jianwei was not stopping Du Heng anymore, and knowing that he was busy with work, he let him go.

Kang Zhirong didn't speak the whole time, he was just doing what he thought the assistant should dare to do.

At this time, the conversation between Du Heng and Li Jianwei let him know many things.

He knew that Du Heng's level was very high, very powerful.But what he heard today made him reconstruct this cognition.

Listen to what others have done, the provincial medical science and technology award, the cooperation with professors in the capital on cancer research, and at the same time, I am also a researcher on stroke research, and the results and achievements are amazing.

There is a five-year age gap, but a 50-year difference in achievement, which makes Kang Zhirong even more determined to hug Du Heng's thigh.

On the way back, Kang Zhirong was still driving, and Du Heng tilted his head and looked out the window. Kang Zhirong didn't know what Du Heng was thinking, but he felt that Du Heng was a little worried.

And what Du Heng thought was a little bit. .kind of. . .Hypocritical.

He was thinking, if the district asked him to go back now, would he go back?
Du Heng looked at the busy traffic outside and fell into self-imagination.

But this kind of imagination didn't last long, and he had the answer in his heart.

He will go back, because there is his original ideal; there is the motivation he wants.

But not now.

Now, he wants to use a higher platform to gain enough fame and fame for himself. Only in this way can he spread what he has obtained faster and help more people.

Similarly, he was going to tear a piece of meat from a certain interest group.

Therefore, it is not appropriate to go back to the hospital now.

Thinking wildly all the way, when he arrived at the hospital, Du Heng immediately recovered the state that a doctor should have, and immediately went to see the child in the observation room.

As soon as I arrived at the door of the observation room, I saw a woman wearing a hat and fleece pajamas, looking in through the crack of the door.And beside her was the male family member whom she had just met yesterday.

Of course, he is also in the ranks of cracking the door.

"What are you doing?" Du Heng, who came to the front, saw that the two did not respond, so he could only remind him aloud.

The man who heard the voice turned around and saw that it was Du Heng, and immediately became pleasantly surprised. He stretched out his hand and pulled the woman beside him, "Wife, wife, this is Dean Du, the son he saved."

The woman turned around. I couldn't tell what expression she had on her face, but she looked very handsome. . . .mean.

But this energy just disappeared in a flash, and it was replaced by another uncomfortable expression.

Say you care, it's a little indifferent; say you like it, but it's disgusting, it's complicated.

"Dean Du, how is my child doing now?"

"Judging from yesterday's treatment, the child is recovering well. Jean, I'm going in."

The woman moved aside slowly, but she kept asking, "Doctor, will my child be able to recover like a normal child? I checked yesterday, and it was said that there is no way to treat this condition. Recover through training the day after tomorrow.

And the recovery is limited, doctor, is that true? "

Du Heng stood firm and looked at the new mother seriously. At the same time, Kang Zhirong behind him also set up a camera, aiming at Du Heng and the couple.

"The information you found out is basically correct."

"Then...then...my child?"

"Don't get too excited. The treatment methods of traditional medicine are different from those of traditional Chinese medicine. Many diseases that traditional Chinese medicine cannot cure can be cured by traditional medicine. Similarly, traditional Chinese medicine can treat many diseases that traditional medicine cannot treat."

Du Heng comforted the new mother softly, "Your child was treated in a timely manner, and I also tried my best to treat the child's complications caused by cerebral hypoxia.

After one day and one night of treatment, the feedback effect is very good.As for the current situation of the child, I will not know until I go in and have a look. "

After speaking, he made a stop gesture to the new mother, turned around and entered the observation room.

"How is the child?" Du Heng, who entered the observation room, walked quickly to the child after completing various pre-procedure procedures.

"Dean." The doctor taking over in the morning made way for Du Heng, "The child has taken four doses of medicine since morning, and his vital signs are stable.

Both eyes have been fully opened, the light response is normal, the problem of abnormal muscle tone has also been alleviated, and the sucking emission has also tended to be normal. "

Du Heng bowed his head, checked carefully from head to toe, and did various tests, "Leave me alone and continue talking."

"At [-]:[-] in the morning, the child had a convulsion, and there has been no such behavior since then."

"It seems that the medicine I drank is effective." Du Heng grabbed the child's two little hands and lifted them up, and the feedback he got was not bad, "Has the child pooped yet?"

"I defecated twice, but these two stools were covered with white pus-like sticky phlegm."

"That's normal." Du Heng put the child away, and stood up straight while exhaling lightly, "I'll send the child out later, give it to his mother, and explain the child's situation to the parents."

The doctor nodded, "Okay Dean, I see. Should the child continue to take the medication?"

"Continue, but change the taking interval to every two hours, and double the dosage each time. By the way, let the parents of the children pay attention, and you should also pay more attention. The children should not be too hot and sweaty, and don't let the children catch the wind and cold. .

This point, you must be in place. "

The doctor blinked, "Dean, why don't we put it in the observation room and let us stare at it ourselves. The observation room is sterile and constant temperature, so it's easy to take care of the children."

Du Heng hesitated for a moment, "That's fine, but you should communicate with the family members. How about this, let the mother of the child come in to have a look, and the child will not be taken out."

"That's fine too."

"Then you make arrangements. Also, if the child has no other problems, this prescription will continue to be taken tomorrow. But the day after tomorrow, you must remind me that the child must be re-examined and changed."

After speaking, Du Heng stretched out his hand to touch the child's face, and then took Kang Zhirong away.

After returning to the office and being busy again until after get off work, Du Heng remembered that the form he had brought had not been filled in yet.

But he really didn't want to keep writing in the office, so he took the form and went to pick up Wu Shengnan.

"I went to my dad's place today, and my mom said she would cook for herself, so she invited us to dinner." Wu Shengnan just received Wu Shengnan, and he smiled and told Du Heng to turn the car around.

"What's the matter?"

"Oh, it's okay, it's just that my mother knows that I'm tired from being busy decorating the house these days, and wants to reward me."

"If you have something to say, let me be mentally prepared."

"It's all right."

"Okay." Du Heng raised his eyebrows and said nothing more.

(End of this chapter)