White armor

Chapter 249 The second author of every paper is a dog
"Professor Luo..." Meng Liangren came to Luo Hao and whispered in his ear.

"It's okay." Luo Hao glanced at Meng Liangren, "Old Meng, come back to Corey with me."

Luo Hao then held down Chen Yong who was about to stand up and said, "After drinking, send them home. Show less road rage and don't curse."

"Old Liu, have a couple of drinks with the Director."

After Luo Hao finished making the arrangements, he glanced at Wang Jiani, took out his cell phone, shook it, and then left.

"What's so mysterious?" Shen Zizai frowned.

But with Luo Hao around, Shen Zizai was not worried.

Moreover, his whole mind was now on the bamboo. When Shen Zizai knew that he could get close to the bamboo and watch the stars with it, his soul had already flown away.

As for what happened to Corey, Luo Hao didn't say and Shen Zizai was too lazy to ask.

……

"Meng, are people being rescued?"

Meng Liangren left the restaurant with a gloomy look on his face.

"Professor Luo, I'm sorry." Meng Liangren apologized without hesitation as he started the car.

Apologizing seems to be as easy for Lao Meng as eating and drinking.

"It has nothing to do with you. Director Yang said when he sent the patient here that the patient will live as long as he lives."

"Professor Luo, he seems to be dying." Meng Liangren said in a deep voice, "The boss told me that the fire escape was full of blood. When he went there, his blood pressure was already low. He pressed it twice... Alas."

Luo Hao thought about it, picked up his phone and called Yang Jinghe.

The patient was sent here by Yang Jinghe. He was the one who was sent to the Second Hospital of Medical University to find Director Bai Bin, who has since retired, for surgery. Later, when Director Bai retired, he went to the Third Hospital of Medical University to find Director Liu Ruibao to perform surgery.

Luo Hao felt helpless about the patient's sudden death.

In fact, the patient's condition has been controlled. If he is lucky, the liver cancer can be maintained for many years without portal hypertension.

Luo Hao sighed. What the hospital manager meant was that the patient was already dead, a sudden death, the kind where he was gone after a mouthful of blood spurted out.

I guess by the time I get back now, the patient should have put on his clothes and the Yin-Yang master should have arrived.

Ugh.

Luo Hao sighed inwardly.

The joy of bringing back the bamboo was slightly diluted.

Although the patient’s death had nothing to do with medical treatment or Luo Hao.

"Old Yang, I'm sorry. The patient you sent here suddenly died." Luo Hao said.

"Dead?" Yang Jinghe said calmly, "Is there a problem?"

"I don't know. I just got back and was about to eat."

"It's okay, just eat yours, I'll go take a look."

"I'm already in the car, so I won't bother you, Lao Yang." Luo Hao said.

"Why are you being so polite to me? See you at the hospital."

After Yang Jinghe finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

"Lao Meng, gastric varicose veins?" Luo Hao asked simply.

"Professor Luo, that's right."

Meng Liangren began to report the patient's condition.

This patient underwent surgery at the Medical University for the second time.

The patient was relatively obedient when he was first hospitalized. It was probably because he was unfamiliar with the environment that made him restrained himself a little.

The surgery was quite successful. Meng Liangren sent Luo Hao the X-rays and test results from the follow-up hospitalization, and Luo Hao was very satisfied with the treatment.

The tumor has shrunk, and indicators such as alpha-fetoprotein are also moving in a positive direction.

According to Luo Hao's analysis, if the patient's emotions are stable and he doesn't get angry or irritable, he will have no problem living another 5 years.

5 years, or at least.

However, after this hospitalization, the patient began to return to his old ways - drinking and alcoholism.

The first time he drank, he was caught by Meng Liangren, who was shocked.

Even though he had been taking care of patients in an infectious disease hospital for ten years, Meng Liangren had never seen anyone treat the ward as a restaurant.

Meng Liangren left late that day. Before leaving, he checked on the patients one more time and smelled alcohol as soon as he opened the door.

The air was filled with the smell of alcohol.

The patient bought a roast duck and two bottles of Erguotou and ate them by himself while sitting on the bed.

Meng Liangren was very angry and criticized him at that time.

The patient just smiled apologetically. No matter what Meng Liangren said, his attitude was quite good. He packed up his things and threw them away.

Meng Liangren thought that he would not drink in the hospital again, so he did not report the matter to Luo Hao.

But unexpectedly, the patient still hid in the fire escape and drank every day.

"Professor Luo, it's my fault for not taking good care of you." Meng Liangren continued to review himself.

"It has nothing to do with you, Lao Meng." Luo Hao shook his head.

With Yang Jinghe's relationship, it should be fine. But Luo Hao always felt awkward that the patient died in the hospital instead of at home.

Although Luo Hao had seen countless patients die of illness, he still felt uncomfortable.

In silence, Meng Liangren drove to the hospital.

Luo Hao got out of the car and took the elevator with Meng Liangren.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Luo Hao saw the undertakers preparing things in the hall outside the elevator.

There were various colored banners, and Luo Hao didn't know what the rules were.

Wang Xiaoshuai was wearing a security uniform, with his legs shoulder-width apart and his hands behind his back, watching everything with an indifferent expression.

He is like a piece of hard rock. Whenever someone makes trouble, Wang Xiaoshuai will do something.

"Professor Luo." Wang Xiaoshuai walked over and greeted Luo Hao after seeing him.

He has an indescribable aura, and Luo Hao has a strong sense of it. Even if Wang Xiaoshuai deliberately conceals it, Luo Hao cannot hide it.

"How about it?"

"It's okay. No one at home even cried." Wang Xiaoshuai reported in the simplest and most concise language.

Luo Hao nodded and walked into the ward.

The patient was not in the ward, but in the emergency room of the ward.

His clothes had been torn off and there were electrodes on his body connected to an ECG monitor.

The electrocardiogram showed a straight line.

The patient's skin was pale and bloodless, and death must have been caused by excessive blood loss.

Even though he was lying down, his belly was still bulging and his belly button was protruding.

There was a lot of ascites, and you could tell at a glance that it was due to cirrhosis of the liver, portal hypertension, and gastric varices. Finally, he started bleeding, and the person died after a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The logical chain is very clear. Luo Hao is not a god, and it is even more impossible for him to go directly to hell in his physical body, chat with Meng Po, and bring the patient back.

He has such severe ascites, but he still drinks!

Luo Hao didn't know what to say.

Yang Jinghe was standing in the corner, talking to a woman in camouflage clothes.

The woman should be 35 or 6 years old, and she looked like a traveler, with a frosted face. She listened to Yang Jinghe talking, looking at the dead patient, without any sadness.

"Old Yang, here I come."

"Xiao Luo, this is my friend, Song Jiarong, the patient's sister. There are only two of them at home, Xiaoman's ex-wife and children are not here." Yang Jinghe gave a brief explanation.

Luo Hao had a serious expression and comforted Song Jiarong with a few words.

"It's okay. I knew this day would come." Song Jiarong said calmly, "I beat you and scolded you, but it was useless. You asked for death, so die. It's good too. I died quickly and didn't suffer."

These words were originally intended by the doctor to comfort the patient's family, but it sounded particularly strange when they came out of the patient's family at this moment.

"Xiao Rong, go ahead and do your job. I'm familiar with the people at the funeral home outside. Just tell them if you have any requirements." Yang Jinghe said calmly.

"Okay, Lao Yang." Song Jiarong was not polite.

It can be seen that there must have been a story between the two when they were young.

It’s just that Yang Jinghe is very capable and can turn lovers into friends. This is a kind of ability.

Luo Hao just took a look and didn't think much about it, then his eyes fell on the patient's family.

"Professor Luo, thank you for your hard work. My brother is not doing well, so I have to trouble you to make this trip." The woman apologized to Luo Hao.

For a moment, Luo Hao felt like he had returned to decades ago, an era when the bosses talked about the most harmonious doctor-patient relationship.

"You're welcome. If you need anything, just come to me."

"Ah."

It was a simple communication without any unexpected complications. The patient's family seemed to have accepted this a long time ago and even subconsciously hoped that the patient would pass away sooner.

Just half an hour after the death, the hospital manager performed compressions and left an electrocardiogram as proof of death.

Then the corpse preparation began.

Yang Jinghe pulled Luo Hao out of the emergency room.

"Xiao Luo, when did you come back?"

"just came back."

"I still have a few patients waiting for your surgery. I'll go back and study them. Please help me take a look while they're operating."

"Ah."

Luo Hao nodded, but his eyes turned towards the fire escape.

Inside the door, someone is cleaning.

Outside the door, a man in his thirties was kneeling on the ground, crying in a low voice.

There were no family members of the patient around, but there were some gossipers watching.

"Old Yang, I'll go take a look."

Luo Hao felt a little strange.

The patient's family, who should have been heartbroken, were very calm, but an outsider was crying bitterly.

Isn't this the opposite?

Walking up to the man who was sitting on the ground crying, Luo Hao looked him up and down. He realized that he was not his patient.

"He is Professor Ma's patient, and he seems to have a hemangioma in the liver." Meng Liangren introduced.

"What's wrong with you?" Luo Hao squatted down and asked gently.

"This is our Professor Luo." Meng Liangren said.

The patient should know Meng Liangren. When he heard Professor Luo, he was stunned for a moment, tears still flowing out of his eyes.

Luo Hao was not in a hurry and just looked at him quietly.

"me……"

The patient's mood is very unstable.

He is just a patient with hemangioma, he shouldn't be afraid of death, Luo Hao guessed.

Maybe it was because he saw someone die that his emotions began to fluctuate?
It’s hard to say.

Luo Hao is also very patient. Although the patient is not his own, Luo Hao is still willing to wait for some time until his mood recovers.

After two or three minutes, the patient felt a little better. "Professor Luo, Doctor Meng, I'm sorry." The patient had a runny nose and wiped his tears, "I'm much better."

"what happened?"

"I never smoke again."

"???"

"???"

"???"

Luo Hao, Meng Liangren, and Yang Jinghe were all stunned and did not understand what the patient meant.

"The doctors and nurses said smoking is prohibited in the hospital. I have surgery tomorrow and my mouth is dry, so I sneaked to the fire escape."

"It just so happened that the guy was smoking and drinking, so I smoked one with him and chatted for a while."

"After just two puffs, the eldest brother spat out a mouthful of blood on the wall and died, wuwuwu~~~"

Luo Hao sighed.

That's what happened.

Ordinary people in the country rarely see blood in daily life. The man in front of him must have been frightened by seeing someone die in front of him.

"Your illnesses are different." Luo Hao consoled her with a helpless smile.

"Wow, I know." The patient cried like a 160-pound child, "But it was so damn scary. It was the first time I saw a mouthful of blood sprayed on the wall and the person died."

Also.

Luo Hao reached out and patted the patient's shoulder, then stood up.

It's just a surprise, it will be fine after you take it easy.

"Xiao Luo, come and sit with me for a while." Yang Jinghe said.

"it is good."

Meng Liangren stayed to see if there was anything he could do to help, mainly to observe the emotions of the patient's family to avoid any accidents.

Although the patient's sister looks indifferent, it is possible that she was severely stimulated and was unable to react for a while.

Arriving at the radiotherapy department, Yang Jinghe opened the door of the director's office and went in.

Yang Jinghe then shook his head, "I knew he would die."

"Have you been drinking like this all the time?" Luo Hao asked.

After sitting down, Yang Jinghe was stunned for a few seconds before she began to speak, "When Xiaoman first learned that she had liver cancer and couldn't undergo surgery, she was scared to death. At that time, Xiaorong and I happened to be together, so she came to me."

Sure enough, the patient's sister had a relationship with Yang Jinghe.

Luo Hao took it easy and didn't think Yang Jinghe was a scumbag.

It's not like they're trying to cheat on each other by getting married. It's normal for a man and a woman to love each other. As long as Yang Jinghe can take care of the family affairs and his wife is calm, it's nothing.

"Xiao Man was terrified at the time, and cried and said that as long as he could live, he would do whatever I said. You saw, his bones were so soft that he could hardly walk."

"Quit smoking, quit drinking, practice Ba Duan Jin, and control your diet. I didn't expect that the kid could actually do all these things!" Yang Jinghe sighed.

Luo Hao listened quietly.

"About two years later, Xiaoman came to me in high spirits. Director Bai from the Second Hospital had not yet retired, and he personally performed the surgery on him. After five operations, the 5cm tumor was gone. Director Bai said that there was no need for surgery this time, and that he could just observe and check again in three months."

"Xiao Man is happy, Xiao Luo, you know."

Luo Hao nodded.

"After that, this bastard started to mess around with his bad friends again. He smoked, drank, and went to KTVs! He also seemed to have affairs with a few girls and had fights. I went to the police station to get him out."

"You beat me up as soon as we meet. What a jerk! Do you really think you're alive? If a tumor can be cured so easily, it wouldn't be called a tumor."

"The operation was done well and the tumor is gone. He probably feels like he escaped death," said Luo Hao.

"After that, he had surgeries sporadically. He no longer had the fear he had at the beginning about liver cancer. He felt that as long as he came to the hospital for surgery, the disease could be controlled." Yang Jinghe said disdainfully, "He completely forgot what I told him at the beginning."

"Until the centralized drug procurement, I repeatedly told my parents to take entecavir and not to take the alternative drugs purchased through centralized procurement. Those drugs whose costs have been compressed to the extreme are effective? Damn it!" Yang Jinghe cursed.

So this happened. Luo Hao didn't say anything, but just listened quietly.

"Later, I don't know which of his friends told him to stop taking Entecavir and switch to domestic alternative drugs. I'm not saying that domestic drugs are bad, but you get what you pay for, and that's the truth."

"Well, the same is true for antihypertensive drugs. Many people's blood pressure is not well controlled after switching to centralized procurement drugs." Luo Hao also told the truth.

"As a result, Xiaoman's hepatitis B virus activity began to increase exponentially. As for him, I don't know if he was possessed by evil spirits. He refused to smoke or drink no matter how we tried to persuade him."

"Xiao Luo, I had no idea what to do when I asked him to come to you, because Liu Ruibao in the Third Hospital had already started to chase people away."

"Because of drinking?" Luo Hao asked.

"Yeah." Yang Jinghe shook his head helplessly, "There's nothing we can do. If this guy wants to die, even the gods can't stop him."

"That's true." Luo Hao knew that Yang Jinghe was comforting him.

As for whether Director Liu Ruibao of the Third Hospital would accept it, Luo Hao didn't know whether it was true or not, but it was very likely to be false.

Who is Yang Jinghe? Could Director Liu refuse to accept his patients because of such a trivial matter? But Yang Jinghe said so, and Luo Hao just listened and believed it. There was no need to be serious about such a small matter.

"Old Yang, thank you." Luo Hao still thanked him seriously.

"Oh, look at what you said." Yang Jinghe suddenly changed his expression, "Xiao Luo, I heard that you brought back a giant panda? You are really awesome!"

"..." Luo Hao was speechless.

I brought the giant panda back myself, so how come everyone knows about it?

"Old Yang, who told you that?"

"Hahahaha." Yang Jinghe laughed, "You are really awesome. You can even bring back a panda! It doesn't matter who said it. Is it true or not?"

"Oh, stop laughing at me." Luo Hao sighed, "I have too many projects on hand, and I haven't even counted the ones related to releasing pandas into the wild."

"I believe you can do it." Yang Jinghe is more confident than Luo Hao.

"Old Yang, who told you that?"

"Shen Zizai, he's very arrogant and domineering. He tells everyone he sees that you'll bring a giant panda back soon."

Shen Zizai.

He is truly a die-hard fan of giant pandas. When he heard that he was going to bring back bamboo, his mind was probably filled with water.

This kind of thing is being spread everywhere, oh, Luo Hao sighed in his heart.

But Luo Hao couldn't ask Shen Zizai for anything, because there was a photo of him in Beijing hanging in the department. That kind of hellish style was obviously the work of AFP, but Luo Hao liked it very much.

"Xiao Luo, let's talk about something serious." Yang Jinghe looked at Luo Hao seriously.

"What's wrong, Old Yang?"

"The junior doctors in the department have a need for scientific research." Yang Jinghe said straight to the point, without hiding anything, "Please help me."

"Okay." Luo Hao responded with a smile.

"Is it difficult?"

"Divide people."

"..." Yang Jinghe didn't understand how Luo Hao divided people.

"A few days ago, a Nature sub-journal published a paper without a single word. How should I put it? The impact factor of that sub-journal is over 20. For most of us, one paper is enough for our lifetime."

"No words? What does that mean?" Yang Jinghe was stunned.

"It's an article by famous scientists Alexandria Goldberg and CJ Chemjobber, which details a list of products that currently do not contain chemical ingredients."

“???” Yang Jinghe still didn’t understand.

"What they mean is that all the products on the market now contain chemical ingredients," Luo Hao explained.

"Fuck me!"

"So, there is not a single word in the article. I guess Alexandria Goldberg and CJ Chemjobber wanted to satirize the current market. But satirizing the market can get a top journal article, so I say it depends on the person."

"But that's 'natural', even if it's a sub-magazine." Yang Jinghe widened his eyes.

"Yeah, so what." Luo Hao shrugged and said with a smile, "It's the same in the field of scientific research. As long as you have status and position, you can publish even a blank paper, even if it's a 'natural' paper."

"!!!"

Yang Jinghe didn't expect Luo Hao to say that.

Isn't this just a scoundrel!

I rarely say such things in the hospital, but Luo Hao doesn't care at all. No, it's not Luo Hao who doesn't care, it's the two scientists who don't care.

"What do they do?" Yang Jinghe asked in a daze.

"It doesn't matter what you do, what matters is your identity and status." Luo Hao smiled, "Boss Chai is one of the editors-in-chief of The Lancet."

"!!!"

"In a few days, when the bamboo's injury has healed, the boss will come and serve some bamboo."

"Give me a chance to flatter you?" Yang Jinghe's eyes lit up.

"Let me flatter you. This opportunity is precious." Luo Hao refused directly.

What is the status of our boss Chai? The director of a provincial tertiary hospital really has no say with the boss.

Even if Yang Jinghe went, she would probably end up in embarrassment.

"What do you need me to do? Just tell me, Ronaldinho."

"Not for now. I'll tell you when I think of it, Old Yang. Don't worry, I won't be polite to you."

"It would be nice if it was winter. I could go to Yabuli. I have a small business there..."

Yang Jinghe paused for a moment, then smiled, "I opened a hotel, or a B&B, with an outdoor hot spring. It's snowing, soaking in the hot spring, and drinking a few glasses of wine. It's very comfortable."

"It should be good over there in the summer." Luo Hao smiled, "But Lao Yang, the doctors under you don't need a boss. I can just write some papers and take them with me."

"Really?" Yang Jinghe narrowed his eyes.

“Oh, Old Yang, you really are…” Luo Hao also knew that the reason why Yang Jinghe was so “uninformed” was because it was really difficult for doctors from provincial tertiary hospitals to publish papers.

"Let me tell you something."

"Yeah, yeah." Yang Jinghe nodded repeatedly.

"Director Gu, Gu Huaiming, the one from 912, when he was studying in Australia, he wrote papers and Jessica was always the second author."

Yang Jinghe showed a smile on his face that all men understand.

As a man, you always have to take care of your woman. This is true for me and Director Gu too.

I understand, I understand.

"Jessica is Director Gu's dog."

“!!!What?!!!” Countless question marks popped up in Yang Jinghe’s head.

"He was lonely in Australia, so Director Gu adopted a dog. It was indeed lonely. Surgery was done by one person over there, and they couldn't afford to hire an assistant. When writing papers, the only companion was the dog, so Jessica was the second author."

"Fuck me!"

Yang Jinghe almost cried.

He could guess what level the papers published by Director Gu Huaiming were of. A second author would sell for at least 20 yuan at the current market price in China.

But Director Gu not only refused to sell it, he also listed his dog as the second author.

If you think about it carefully, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong.

But there is something absurd about this.

wrong!

Luo Hao was using Gu Huaiming to show off. What he meant was that even a dog could be promoted to professor if he followed him.

When Yang Jinghe thought about this, he was stunned.

(End of this chapter)