This doctor is not short of money

Chapter 813 How miserable can a person be?
Rein in the cliff?

Prodigal son back?

Or is it a remedy?

Du Heng is emotionally unacceptable to this doctor Sun's words, but you have to admit that he is right.

As for whether he really did this for the first time, this matter cannot be investigated deeply, and it cannot be investigated, especially after receiving compensation from others, so it cannot be investigated in detail.

Du Heng just took a second look at Dr. Sun, and didn't continue to talk. Instead, he waved with Huang Jufu and his wife, told him to arrive at the hospital on time tomorrow, and left here.

To be honest, he is not used to staying here, the main thing is that he is uncomfortable, especially after seeing the child, he is even more uncomfortable.

And what he can do now is out of sight and out of mind, and after solving the problem tomorrow, let the mother and daughter go home directly.

No matter how poor my hometown is, there are still two dilapidated houses for shelter from the wind and rain;

There are thousands of bad things in your hometown, and everything is bad, but it can make you live like a human being, even if you are poor, you are still human.

But here. . .

After walking a little far, Du Heng looked back at the simple house where Huang Jufu lived, and sighed heavily in his heart.

Here they can only be called alive.Except for themselves, no one cares about how they live and whether they can survive.

Here, several couples live together. They have lost their self-esteem and put away their shame. They are not as good as a dog.

And it's such a group of people, yet someone still pays attention to them, huh. . .The offal that is not as good as pigs and dogs.

After returning to the hospital, Du Heng took some time off, went to the ward casually, and then looked for some information.

Du Heng has now clearly realized his own shortcomings, and his previous pure Chinese medicine theory has become a shortcoming that restricts his development.

If he wants to go further in the industry and quickly achieve some of his wishes, he must study the basics of modern medicine, such as chemistry, biology, pathology, and pharmacology.

And this point actually reflects a problem, that is, the education of medical students in Golden State is far behind that of the capital.

Of course, these things are not necessary, even if they can't learn them, they won't affect the current Du Heng, at most they will only affect the future.

At the beginning of reading these things, Du Heng saw the first two big ones, and he couldn't do it like reading those traditional Chinese medicine classics, and he could devote himself to it anytime and anywhere.

Basically, if you look at it for three seconds, you have to scratch your head for two seconds, and then drink tea for 5 minutes.

Before reading a few words, Cao Binghe wandered in with a teacup in his arms, "Hey, Director Du is studying?"

Du Heng stretched out his hand and scratched the space between his eyebrows, and put down the book in his hand in annoyance, "It's weird to say that, no matter what kind of book it is, you can just give me a book and I can read it. With relish.

But when you say these things, they are all written in modern language, and every word and every word is the most easy to understand, but why can't I read it?

It's been almost an hour, and I only read one page in a daze, and almost fell asleep. "

Cao Binghe saw that Du Heng's distress didn't seem to be pretending, so he couldn't help laughing, "I also really want to know, when I didn't graduate from the teacher before, I have the same problem with you now.

Whenever the teacher assigns me to study this or demonstrate that, I will be stunned. "

As Cao Binghe said, the teacup was about to go out, "Forget it, I thought you would be free, and I wanted to chat with you, but I didn't expect to disturb your study."

Regarding Cao Binghe's words, Du Heng almost rolled his eyes, reached out and took the quilt on the table into his hand, "We're here, let's chat, I really can't see it.

Hey, I was thinking, if I really can't read it, I won't read it, just follow the path of traditional medicine and compound prescription honestly, forget about modern medicine. "

Hearing what Du Heng said, Cao Binghe took advantage of the opportunity and sat on the chair opposite Du Heng, and said softly, "My brother, you'd better stop learning, and give us ordinary people a chance.

If you figure out modern pharmacology and pathology, and combine it with traditional medicine, then you will let us scumbags live. "

Du Heng gave Cao Binghe a disdainful look, took a sip of tea and said, "What's Professor Lan doing recently? Doesn't your mood have been affected?"

Cao Binghe nodded slightly, he was the one who knew Lan Changhua's situation best.

"After your classmate Gu was discharged from the hospital, the teacher was busy running to the bureau."

"Where are you going?" Du Heng asked suspiciously, "Didn't Professor Lan retire? What else does he have to do?"

Cao Binghe looked at Du Heng, showing an expression that he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, "What else could it be, of course it's because of you."

"Me?" The teacup in Du Heng's hand shook, "Why don't I know."

Cao Binghe shook his head directly, "It's not about the cancer project in your hand, think about it for yourself, the teacher has entrusted it to you for half a year, and you have only done one tumor treatment."

Regarding such words, Du Heng directly expressed his helplessness, "It's not that I'm dying, the disease of tumor is different from other diseases.

In the initial stage of detection, these people were directly treated in the local hospital.After being ruined by Western medicine, it is useless to come to me.

Moreover, according to the current propaganda orientation, it is all surgery, radiotherapy, and chemotherapy, and we are not involved in traditional Chinese medicine. "

Du Heng sighed deeply, "Besides, people cherish their lives, and we haven't gained popularity now, so there is no one who is willing to fool around and try and make mistakes.

Although some doctors know my ability, but my reputation in this area is too small, and there are too few successful cases, they are also worried and dare not introduce patients.

Hey, now, if you want to really achieve something in the project of cancer, you can only endure it.

Boil time, boil qualifications, boil patients, and slowly accumulate successful cases. "

Lan Changhua is anxious about this subject, but isn't Du Heng anxious?

He is also in a hurry.

But cancer is a disease that is different from other diseases.

For example, Du Heng is working on the subject of stroke. The characteristic of this disease is tormenting people, but it is not life-threatening, and there is room for trial and error.

They found Du Heng. Even if Du Heng was not cured in the end, there was almost no major loss except for disappointing the family members.

And 'children's brain hypoplasia' is almost the same situation, and it will not affect the life and health of patients in the short term.

And these two diseases, each of them is very similar, so it is easy to have a cluster effect.

But cancer can’t do it. It has a time limit. For every minute, the patient loses 1 seconds. How dare they use their limited life to come to Du Heng for experiments?
In fact, after doing the math, Du Heng is treating quite a few cancer patients now, and among them are patients with social influence like Feng Su.

But the reality is like this, and no one came to see Du Heng specifically for cancer.

why?
Because the number of individuals with a certain cancer is too small, it can only be regarded as representative, but it cannot represent universality.

So——to boil has become almost the only choice for Du Heng now.

But there is also a turning point, that is, if next year's academician selection, he can have shit luck, then in the year after next, not only will he be able to fulfill his wish, but cancer will definitely usher in a change.

But this still has to wait.

Cao Binghe also knew this, but Lan Changhua was so eccentric, he, as a student, was jealous anyway, "The teacher wants to upgrade our department and become a TCM tumor research institute."

Du Heng didn't speak, but blinked his eyes back and forth several times, "Traditional Oncology Research Institute? Professor Lan's appetite is too big, right?"

As he said that, Du Heng couldn't help scratching his head, "By the way, what level is it? Did you apply to the city, or did you apply to the higher authorities?"

Cao Binghe sighed leisurely, "Of course it's the department. After all, the department has Brother Lan's face, and the teacher has a good relationship with the department. He must apply in one step."

Du Heng turned the cup in his hand twice, looked at Cao Binghe and asked, "Can it work?"

"I don't know where to go." Cao Binghe's words were full of sourness.

But the vinegar smell came and went quickly, Cao Binghe quickly adjusted, "By the way, I forgot to mention the business."

After readjusting his mood, Cao Binghe said, "The general surgery department initiated a fundraising campaign for a patient, and several other departments have responded. Should we also respond?"

Fundraising, this thing is too common in the hospital.

To be honest, if doctors and nurses are not hard-hearted and ruthless, no matter how much they earn, they will not be able to raise donations.

So Du Heng was not surprised when Cao Binghe said to raise donations.

But there was one thing that surprised him, "No, you can tell the head nurse and director about this matter, and if they agree, we will collect donations. If they pretend to be deaf and dumb, then we can just keep silent."

Cao Binghe said weakly, "The head nurse asked me to ask you about this, and she said she would listen to you."

"Listen to my fart, I'll just listen to my boss." Du Heng shook his head like a barang drum, "You can go to the director about this matter, and he will settle it after he has said it."

"Can he find him?" Cao Binghe said annoyedly, "Look at this week, he doesn't even go to the outpatient clinic, and he leaves everything to you, and he doesn't show his face in the department. Where can I find him?"

"Call."

"He said he was looking for you."

"Depend on!"

Du Heng rolled his eyes directly.

There is no shortage of poor people in the hospital, and they even meet the poor all the time; there is no shortage of tragic stories here, and even every minute and every second, there are stories that make people cry.

But this is not a reason to ask medical staff to raise donations.

Among the doctors and nurses, except for a few specific ones, the salary of others is actually the same.

So to raise donations, this is actually an offending thing, no one would be happy, after all, whose life is not a mess.

And this fundraising, sometimes the hospital medical department and nursing department will make rigid arrangements without discussing it with you, and directly deduct it from your salary, which is disgusting.

This is also the reason why the head nurse shirked and Director Wu shouldn't do it.

They were all afraid of offending others, of course Du Heng is not a fool anymore, he just started to play dumb and stopped talking to Cao Binghe, ask whoever you like.

However, Cao Binghe seemed to have known this would happen, and said directly with a sigh, "Hey, this man is so sad.

A month ago, his father died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage, and his father's funeral has not been dealt with yet. Her mother was overly sad because of the death of her husband, and she just gave herself a heart failure. Sent directly to the hospital.

It's so hard to die, at this juncture, his old man from out of town was pruning a branch in the orchard at home, and it fell from the tree.

Because he fell in the wrong posture, the injury was a bit serious, and there were many fruit trees in the field, which blocked the view, so he was discovered too late, and he was sent to the hospital before being rescued in time, and he was gone. "

Du Heng's face twitched a bit, it was quite an inch.But this situation seems to be below the level of fundraising, so Du Heng didn't speak, just quietly listening to Cao Binghe's words.

And Cao Binghe sighed heavily again, and said in a long and slow voice, "This old man is gone, he has to go to the funeral, but the old mother is hospitalized here, he can't leave, so he can only let his wife and children go.

For more than a week, the mother in the hospital did not improve, and the oxygen mask and various monitors were kept on every day. However, his wife and children, who had just returned from the funeral, had a car accident when they got off the highway.

The son’s leg in the backseat disappeared on the spot, and the daughter-in-law’s chest was almost completely shattered. It’s a miracle that she survived. "

As soon as Cao Binghe finished speaking, Du Heng became uncomfortable all over, this person is too remorseful.

Just this encounter, no matter you believe in science or not, you have to mutter in your mind, this is probably a mess at home.

Just when Du Heng thought the matter was over, Cao Binghe continued, "At noon today, his mother still left because of heart failure."

Du Heng's whole body became calm, and he suddenly lost his emotional output, or he didn't know what emotion to use.

Before Cao Binghe finished speaking, he paused and continued, "He couldn't do it at the time, and he passed out directly in the general surgery. It wasn't until the general surgery doctor rescued him that he discovered that this man... this man... "

Du Heng frowned upon hearing this, "What's wrong with this man?"

"This man is a uremia patient, and the doctors in general surgery don't know how he persisted for a month." Cao Binghe looked at Du Heng and said in a very serious voice.

The corners of Du Heng's eyes suddenly twitched crazily, and his eyelids twitched non-stop, and his eyes began to blur.

(End of this chapter)