White armor

Chapter 195 The gap between doctors is wider than that between humans and dogs

Rescue efforts are continuing.

Inside and outside the door, there are two worlds.

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 for a moment.

"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, with a hint of sadness and compassion.

"If there is no one, you have to prepare in advance. Otherwise, you will be in a hurry. Don't let the old man suffer a loss when he goes down."

Although these words didn't sound good, they hit the vulnerable point of the patient's family members. The old lady was confused at first, but when she heard what the man in the suit said, she started to cry.

"You also know that the most professional one is definitely..."

"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.

His mind was so confused that he could hardly think.

"I work at the shroud shop across the street, and several famous gentlemen in our provincial capital have connections with my family." The man in the suit felt happy when he saw that the man was willing to talk to him alone. He knew that the deal had fallen into his pocket.

Two people also followed behind to hear what happened.

The patient's son nodded repeatedly.

"There are many types of gentlemen here, including ordinary folk gentlemen and Taoist gentlemen. Which one do you think you should choose?"

The man in the suit kept explaining.

In short, letting the old man die peacefully is the most important thing. "

"Hey, our charges are definitely the cheapest here, and we can't take advantage of your family." The man in the suit said vaguely.

The patient's son was even more confused.

"Master Dao?"

"Lao Guo, I was here first, don't follow the rules." The man in the Chinese-style coat grabbed the man in the suit and pulled him back.

"I told you ten minutes ago that when I went back to get the information, you robbed me."

"Bang~" The man in the suit was even more direct, punching the man in the Chinese-style shirt on the face.

"Our store has been open for 30 years and has a very good reputation."

But there is also a tacit understanding between them.

"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 naturally weak and sick and are prone to evil spirits. Sir, you can eliminate disasters and solve problems."

Before the man in the suit finished speaking, a man wearing a Chinese-style cardigan suddenly ran over.

"I'm helping people do good deeds." The man in the suit's expression was cold, but he could not 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 peace."

The patient is not dead yet, and the moment of life-and-death showdown has not yet arrived.

"This is not feudal superstition, but folk custom."

"Where are the patient's family members?" the emergency doctor from the district hospital came out and shouted.

"How much does it cost?" asked the patient's son.

The specious folk customs that 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.

In front of the patient's son, they were still a little restrained, but they just glared at each other fiercely, mixed with some dirty words.

When they heard about the funeral preparations, their eyes suddenly lit up, as sharp as a hungry wolf who hadn't eaten for ten or eight days.

"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 thing."

"Who are you?" The patient's son pulled the man in suit out.

"Nowadays, it is said to be feudal superstition, but how can the rules passed down by our ancestors for so many years have no truth at all? You think so. The process is very complicated, and most people can't understand it, so the husband still has to come.

"My family is professional, can you please..."

"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 to make preparations as soon as possible. If the person gets better, we won't charge you and will be happy with you; people If not, there are a lot of rules for dressing, and we have to let the old man walk in glory. "

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.

"How dare you fucking steal my job!" the Chinese-breasted man yelled angrily.

"Here, here." The patient's son ran over quickly.

Watching helplessly, the man in the suit and the man in the Chinese style were arguing.

"Lao Guo, what are you doing!" The man shouted angrily as he ran.

"your?!"

"I recommend leaving this kind of professional matter to professionals."

"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.

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 had to rely on the hospital for food. Neither of them wanted to offend the emergency doctor and pushed each other to 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 worried and called security to maintain order.

It didn't matter whether the two people in the funeral parlor were dead or alive. The first priority was 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 met an emergency patient who couldn't press the button back no matter how hard he pressed it. People from the funeral shop even got into a fight in the hospital to grab the "business."

After more than ten minutes, 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-breasted man to the ground and rubbed him, literally pressing him to the ground.

Maybe they were afraid that things would end badly, but they didn't hurt anyone.

The man in the suit looked at the man in the Chinese style suit proudly, "You know how awesome you are! Get out of the district hospital right away. I have nothing to do with you from now on."

"If you fucking dare to do anything, I'll call the police! Arrest you all!!"

"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.

Are you making money? It’s not shabby!
Then I saw that the boy was not pleasing to the eye, and today I punched him so hard that I really felt a sigh of relief in my chest.

"Let me go!"

"Are you leaving or not?"

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 hit their head with blood. In the end, the emergency surgeon is the unlucky one.

The security guards at the district hospital were only 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 was in a mess, giving me a splitting headache.

A few minutes later a man walked in and made his way 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 them 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-styled man who was pinned to the ground suddenly became arrogant, "You just rely on the crowd, come on, let's see who is afraid of whom? Fight each other, you are not afraid to go in, am I still afraid? There is no business today. Let’s fight to the end!”

"Xiao Shuai, beat me to death. If anything happens, it will be mine!"

"Beat them, beat them to death!"

The emergency doctor at the district hospital was dumbfounded.

He quickly prepared to call the police.

Things have gotten 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 up from the ground, and he didn't seem to show much respect.

He did not follow the "instructions" of the Chinese-style man with a pair of lapels. Instead, he separated the people and glanced coldly at the people in front of him.

His 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 didn't 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.

"Well, 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.

I am!

alright?

impossible!

"Director Shen, there's 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 doctor at the district hospital, "Did the people from the funeral shop start a fight over the business?"

The emergency doctor at the district hospital nodded blankly, staring 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 a little unhappy, "What the hell, the people are not dead yet, you want to have a dinner?"

"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 the time being. The conditions here are not good. Call the 120 ambulance and go to the first-year medical school." Shen Zizai said.

I am!

The emergency doctor at the district hospital was surprised.

You judged that the patient was bound to die, so how could he be 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 was already dead before he left the house, and even people from two funeral parlors got into fights over it. How come he was cured in less than half an hour?
Although he is not completely well, he can talk to the doctor, which proves that he has...

The emergency doctor at the district hospital was even more confused and went blank.

"Xiao Sun, go call and ask for transport." Shen Zizai saw that the emergency doctor at the district hospital didn't speak, but just stared inside, feeling proud.

Not to mention 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.

After the thrombolytic drugs were pushed in and the 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, "Go and call for a referral!"

"Oh? Oh!" Dr. Sun responded quickly.

He dialed the 120 emergency number, 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 filled with astonishment 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 didn't agree with it at the time.

Let alone at that time, even before today, Dr. Sun would not approve 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.

Turning around, Luo Hao saw the short and stocky man.

"Is it you?" Luo Hao remembered the cauliflower-like 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, did it?" Luo Hao asked calmly.

"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."

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."

"Little handsome, is there a little beauty?"

Luo Hao made a casual joke, then strode after the flat car, pulling away the patient's family members, explaining that the patient needed to rest now and should not be emotional.

Shen Zizai watched Luo Hao leave, the smile on his lips getting thicker and thicker.

"Teacher, this..."

"I said the gap between doctors is bigger than that between humans and dogs. Do you believe me?"

"..."

"You don't know many things. I'll tell you about them and take a break." Shen Zi looked around.

"Go to my ward, teacher."

"No, let's have 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. Instead, he told Dr. Sun, "You guys are so messed up."

"It's not like this usually. People from several funeral shops seemed to be communicating privately. I don't know how it happened today, and they even got into a fight."

"This is the suppression of gangs and evil. You have never seen it before." Shen Zizai thought of the prosperous years when he first started working, and his words were a little low. "At that time, the funeral parlors around the first year of the 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.

"Literally." Shen Zizai explained, "In the first year of medical school, in 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!"

"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 spent money with them, I would get a commission of 300."

"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 directly, what do you think." Shen Zizai said with a smile, "I don't want to offend these people, but I don't have any contact with them. They are all hired, and they want to occupy the first year of the medical university. They had several private fights over the hospital's business, and it was said that some people died."

"so smart?"

"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. It tastes more delicious and attracts more people. The battles between scalpers are also more cruel. Specifically, I I don’t know.”

"..."

"..."

Doctor Sun and Chen Yong both fell silent. They did not expect that the group of people who depended on the hospital for food would be so tough.

"Director Shen, I've 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 thanks to short videos."

Speaking of this, 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 guys, what did Professor Luo do today?"

"Seek death." Chen Yong said.

"Explain." 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. , the patient was given thrombolytic drugs.”

"Isn't this seeking death or something? It means he is lucky."

As he spoke, Chen Yong puffed up his chest and looked arrogant.

Shen Zizai was a little puzzled. It turned out to be Luo Hao's diagnosis and decision-making during the rescue. Why was 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.

And his student Dr. Sun, who is already the deputy director of the interventional department of the district hospital, 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.

Meng Liangren's expression changed slightly, but Chen Yong didn't know what Shen Zizai meant.

"Ronaldo is treating illnesses and saving people, and it's worth taking certain risks." After Shen Zizai finished speaking, he warned seriously, "There are some things 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 should he make a fuss?"

Making 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 did not say whether the diagnosis could be clear. Even if he knew that he had respiratory and circulatory arrest due to pulmonary embolism, under the current background of doctor-patient disputes, he could not save the patient without risking being complained or even being judged for medical malpractice. people.

But Ronaldinho just dares.

Not only did he dare, but he did it without getting into trouble.

Before I finished smoking a cigarette, the police car came over.

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 car. It's annoying."

Shen Zizai smiled, got in the car, started the engine, stepped on the clutch, and filled the gas.

Laopo's symbol 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)