White armor

Chapter 370: Committing suicide in the bathroom in broad daylight
It was already past eight o'clock in the evening when Zhuang Yan finished her work. She drove Meng Liangren home, and Zhuang Yan also returned home.

After opening the fingerprint lock, Zhuang Yongqiang saw a happy smile on his daughter's face, and he felt inexplicably relieved.

Although she was a little tired and busy, and almost turned into a nuclear-powered donkey, the silly girl was happy.

Just be happy.

"Dad, I'm back." Zhuang Yan kicked off her shoes.

"You're such a grown-up kid, but you still haven't behaved at all." Just as Zhuang Yan's mother was about to bend down to pick up her shoes, Zhuang Yan stuck out her tongue and mischievously put the shoes away.

After the child went to the clinic for a period of time, he indeed made progress, and Zhuang Yongqiang was very happy.

"Come, Xiaoyan, come and sit down." Zhuang Yongqiang patted the sofa beside him.

"What's wrong, Dad? Let me tell you, I don't want that advanced medical worker title. In a few years, when I'm qualified, I can get it myself. Not now, absolutely not." Zhuang Yan blocked the topic first.

"Oh why?"

"I'm so young and I've only been here for less than half a year. If it were really given to me, I wouldn't have the face to take it." Zhuang Yan sat down next to Zhuang Yongqiang. Just as she was about to kick off her slippers and sit cross-legged on the sofa, she felt something was not right and immediately sat up straight.

"Shameless?" Zhuang Yongqiang laughed. "People of my generation who are a little older were still simple and honest back then. They were embarrassed to get benefits for their own children."

"Later, those who were thick-skinned all reaped the benefits, while those who were thin-skinned had no one to thank them for their kindness in the end. I know, I know. You told me, Dad."

"So, why are you embarrassed?" Zhuang Yongqiang asked with a smile.

"Because there's no rush." ​​Zhuang Yan calculated for her father seriously, "Professor Luo said that he might stay in the Medical University for a few years and then go to 912. Although 912 is not as good as Peking Union Medical College, it is also a top tertiary hospital and one of the top five in China."

"and then?"

"I followed my senior brother. I had papers and research. I got promotions. Why would I need this little bit of fame? Let people point at your back and say that Lao Zhuang only knows how to get benefits for his daughter?"

"Hahaha." Zhuang Yongqiang laughed loudly.

"Yeah, Dad."

"I'm not afraid. Even if I do nothing, there will still be people pointing fingers at me behind my back. Regarding the AIDS incident some time ago, it was rumored that I have contracted it more than ten times and will die soon." Zhuang Yongqiang smiled.

"That won't work either. I can't cause you any trouble." Zhuang Yan said seriously.

"Maybe. This is because you have achieved success. If you had no success, what do you think I would do?" Zhuang Yongqiang asked.

"Go to the office and eat and wait for death."

An indescribable smile appeared on Zhuang Yongqiang's face.

"Dad, what are you going to do if I don't study well and just keep slacking off?" Zhuang Yan asked while hugging Zhuang Yongqiang's arm and shaking it.

"Create a new department, and you'll be in that department from now until one year before you retire."

"What department?"

"We are a department that specializes in stamping outpatient and hospitalization forms. Now, there are more and more patients who do not meet the hospitalization indicators, and the pressure on medical insurance is increasing. It's time to review it." Zhuang Yongqiang said seriously.

“Without auditing, clinicians will just mess around!”

Zhuang Yongqiang's tone of voice became increasingly harsh, as if he was reprimanding all the department heads at a meeting of the dean's office.

Zhuang Yan stared at her old father with wide eyes.

For a moment, she couldn't tell whether her old man was joking or serious.

"I'd better work hard."

"Hahaha, if you can make a name for yourself with your own abilities, I won't have to worry about you any more."

"Dad, why does our office need so many people?" Zhuang Yan complained.

"Agency? You are thinking in a clinical way. Do you believe that if half of the clinical doctors leave now, the hospital can still be maintained and will not waver at all?"

"impossible!"

"There are so many college graduates. As long as there is a job opening, we can recruit anyone. Except for some big directors with superb technical skills, it is best not to move them. Others can leave as they please. As for the government, there are some people I cannot touch."

"Tsk." Zhuang Yan looked disdainful.

As a clinical doctor, I simply cannot accept my grandfather's "heresies".

"Work hard. By the way, is Luo Hao busy?" Zhuang Yongqiang asked.

"Busy, not too busy. Our division of labor is very reasonable..."

Zhuang Yan began to count on her fingers to explain the medical team's work flow to her old father.

Zhuang Yongqiang was also quite moved. Luo Hao had been at the First Hospital of Medical University for less than a year, but he had already set up a medical team, even with an anesthesiologist.

This is what many old directors dream of.

Luo Hao, a young guy, accomplished it in less than a year, and his business is thriving.

Thinking about it, even Zhuang Yongqiang felt like he was dreaming.

"Senior brother will take us to Changnan City this weekend to release red-crowned cranes on bamboo!" Zhuang Yanxia's cheeks were flushed. She took out her mobile phone and opened the video, talking about it with relish.

After she finished speaking, Zhuang Yongqiang said with a smile, "As long as you are happy, but your medical team has been working overtime too much. You come back at this time every day. Today, it is still early."

"Dad, don't you know how the cows and horses in the clinic work?"

"But you are my daughter, Zhuang Yongqiang."

"Or you can downsize the organization? Then I'll admit it." Zhuang Yan said with a smile.

"Downsizing? You must be kidding." Zhuang Yongqiang said, "Let me give you an example."

When Zhuang Yan saw that her father's expression had become serious, she knew that this was probably not an ordinary case and began to listen carefully.

"The hospital's infection department's staffing is linked to the number of hospital beds. Do you know what that means?"

Zhuang Yan shook her head.

"There are as many staff in the infectious disease department as there are beds. They are usually so idle that they just check their phones every day and do nothing. If there is work, they just push it to the clinic. They are just waiting to die and do nothing serious."

"Yeah, what do you want them to do?"

"But during the epidemic a few years ago, people in the infectious disease department worked overtime for at least three years."

"!!!"

"The dean must be familiar with emergency plans, such as natural disasters such as fires and earthquakes," Zhuang Yongqiang said. "All the redundant staff are prepared for that time. If they don't fill in when the time comes, will we have eaten our sorghum rice in vain?"

"I heard from Doctor Chen that our organizational structure is designed to deal with war?" Zhuang Yan asked.

"It's not that serious, but if there are some things that the higher authorities require, then just do it. It may seem useless, but when the time comes, it's better to have it than nothing."

"Well, your organization is more or less useful."

"Xiaoyan, you can't say that. Don't create a binary opposition like clinical doctors." Zhuang Yongqiang reprimanded sternly.

"I know, I know." Zhuang Yan smiled and acted like a spoiled child, "Dad, have we been given the quota to advance?"

"That kid Luo Hao came to me for it, how could I not give it to him? Who is more advanced than your medical team?" Zhuang Yongqiang laughed when he said this.

This is the truth. Luo Hao's medical team has done a good job in both the number of surgeries and scientific research. Not only that, the proportion of drugs, the proportion of consumables, and the medical insurance payment are all flawless.

"Of course. It was a mistake not to give it in the first place."

"Aren't you trying to give a benefit to the clinical department? Do Luo Hao a favor. Your medical team is invulnerable, even the catheters for centralized procurement can be used." Zhuang Yongqiang said meaningfully.

……

……

The next morning, Luo Hao came to Corey.

As usual, clinical work is dull and busy.

I just don’t know when Qingqian will be able to conduct the review, nor do I know when the system task will be completed.

Erhei was charging in the doghouse and Luo Hao didn't wake it up.

For the time being, there is relatively little that Erhei can do. At most, he can act as a manual worker, and it also depends on the situation.

But Luo Hao was not in a hurry. It was also very interesting to witness the arrival of an era with his own eyes.

Luo Hao believes that he is living in this era.

"Professor Luo!"

Chen Jiao appeared at the door with a smile on her face.

"coming."

"Yeah!" Chen Jiao looked much better. If you didn't know, you would never think that she was in the terminal stage of cancer.

"Here." Meng Liangren greeted Chen Jiao.

"Professor Luo, I'm going to go through the hospitalization procedures first."

"Go ahead."

Luo Hao began to prepare for the handover, surgery, etc., and had no time to pay attention to Chen Jiao.

In fact, sometimes it is a good thing that doctors are unwilling to pay attention to patients. Regarding Chen Jiao, Luo Hao did not want to set the goal so high, but took it step by step.

First, judge that he can live for three months, then after a few months, judge that he can live for half a year, and after another half a year, judge that he can live for a year.

Next we have to wait for a technological breakthrough, whether it is a breakthrough in the US cancer moon landing program or something else, as long as it can cure the disease, it will be fine.

Although Luo Hao was full of hostility towards that country, he still adhered to objectivity and impartiality.

After handing over the shift, Luo Hao took his team to perform the operation.

Luo Hao finished the operation before noon. Turning back and leaving the operating room, Luo Hao saw Feng Zixuan sitting in the operating room through the leaded glass, talking to technician No. 66.

Luo Hao kicked open the airtight lead door and narrowed his eyes. "Director Feng, you are here."

With a "swish", Luo Hao threw the lead cap to the ground.

But there was no bang sound. Before the lead cap fell to the ground, Zhuang Yan and her little follower caught it.

"I came to see you and asked you for two photos of releasing red-crowned cranes on bamboo." Feng Zixuan said with a smile.

"Oh, please leave me a message and I'll send the photos to you."

Luo Hao knew that Feng Zixuan came to see him not just because of a few photos, and he estimated that it was most likely related to scientific research.

"Xiao Luo, you..." Feng Zixuan was about to speak when his cell phone suddenly rang.

"Hey?"

"What? Is there anyone injured?"

"Okay, hurry up and rescue them, call the police, I'll be there right away!"

Feng Zixuan shouted hurriedly.

"Director Feng?"

"Someone committed suicide in the bathroom of the CT room!" Feng Zixuan's face turned a little red and he was about to leave in a hurry.

Luo Hao knew that Feng Zixuan's concern was not about whether the suicide victim was alive or dead, but about public opinion.

The era of short videos is even more terrifying than the era of self-media. Once there is a social hot spot, it will quickly ferment if you are not careful.

As a result, leaders in all walks of life attach great importance to public opinion. However, bystanders who just watch the show don't care about right or wrong, and some even spread rumors and stir up trouble for traffic.

"Wait for me a moment, swish~~~" Luo Hao hurried to take off his armor and quickly walked to the locker room to change clothes.

Feng Zixuan followed Luo Hao to the locker room and sighed, "Damn it! I don't know how the scene is controlled. I guess there will be video leaks."

"Bathroom, it would be okay if it was a female bathroom." Luo Hao comforted Feng Zixuan while changing his clothes quickly.

This seemed to be the case, and Feng Zixuan's mood calmed down a little.

"A few years ago, there was a meeting of an academician of the Academy of Materials Science, and a female doctor came up and hugged him and kissed him. This would have been a big deal in the past." Feng Zixuan was a little annoyed.

"Haha, it became a big deal after everyone watched the fun." Luo Hao laughed, "There are many similar things. Do you all want to watch the fun? The Chinese love to watch the fun all their lives."

"Damn it!" Feng Zixuan cursed viciously.

If you want to die, don't commit suicide in the hospital.

This guy is so good, committing suicide in broad daylight.

It is not uncommon for patients to commit suicide in the hospital. Given the size of the First Hospital of Medical University, there are at least two or three similar incidents every year.

In the past, there were even people who jumped off buildings after being diagnosed with cancer, just to get some compensation from the hospital for their families.

The hospital also turns a blind eye to such things. It is a public enterprise, so why bother arguing with others?

The dead are the greatest.

Just pay the money and settle the matter.

But now it’s not just about losing money, we also have to face public opinion.

Many self-media outlets even added fuel to the fire, ultimately putting the blame on the hospital for the conflict.

Don’t they know where the real contradiction lies?
know.

It’s just that they can’t afford to offend each other, so they can only pick on the weak and stir up conflicts and confrontations to gain traffic.

As for the compensation, it is paid by the government and it is owned by the whole people, so who cares?

But public opinion is definitely like a big rock hitting you, and you have to catch it with your own body.

It was really worrying. Feng Zixuan looked at Luo Hao who had just changed his clothes and asked, "Xiao Luo, I heard that you have a senior brother in the Internet monitoring department?"

"Yes, there is a senior from Tsinghua University." Luo Hao opened the door, and the two walked quickly to the emergency department, saying, "I can't help it. I encountered similar public opinion when I was in Donglian Mine General. It took me a long time to contact a senior brother who was two worlds older than me."

"Has the matter been suppressed?"

"We suppressed it, suppressed public opinion first, and then solved the problem. One more step will cause a lot more trouble."

Although Luo Hao said so, Feng Zixuan was not as anxious as before. Luo Hao was really capable of everything, even this kind of thing could be solved.

"The earliest public opinion-related event on the Internet seemed to be about our hospital." Luo Hao told a lukewarm joke.

Feng Zixuan smiled distressedly.

That happened more than ten years ago. A director and vice president and the head nurse of the operating room were messing around in the operating room and didn't pay attention to the spread of the incident on the Internet.

At that time, there was no mobile Internet yet and there were indeed few incidents. Unfortunately, they became the first group of people to make a fool of themselves on the Internet.

As for the consequences, Feng Zixuan witnessed them with his own eyes. Although they were suppressed forcefully, after a few years, both old and new accounts were finally settled together.

The Internet has no memory, but those who care do have memory.

The two hurried to the emergency department, and Feng Zixuan had received photos of the scene along the way.

There was blood all over the bathroom.

In other words, the person who committed suicide did not understand human anatomy and did not cut the radial artery hard, but instead the position was slightly off.

He shouldn't die, Feng Zixuan breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as people don't die, there's no problem.

When we arrived at the emergency room, the people from the medical department immediately started reporting.

"The patient came to our hospital for treatment due to coughing for more than a year. The lung CT and PET-CT were checked. The preliminary diagnosis was a space-occupying lesion in the right lung. The PET-CT found high glucose tolerance. The respiratory outpatient clinic recommended that the patient undergo surgery, and the postoperative pathology confirmed the diagnosis."

"Did the respiratory department really say that?"

"Yes, it's in the outpatient medical record. I checked the record time with the Confidence Center and it has not been modified." The clerk of the Medical Department explained the situation simply and clearly.

Luo Hao admired him very much.

Being able to sort out all of this in a short period of time is so smart and capable that it is not enough to describe it.

As expected, a strong general has no weak soldiers under his command, and the people brought by Feng Zixuan are still smart and capable.

"It's just an operation, what's the big deal?"

"The patient couldn't bear it, so he committed suicide in the bathroom after learning the PET-CT results."

Luo Hao looked at the ECG monitor and saw that the patient's heart rate was stable and his blood pressure was slightly low. The estimated amount of bleeding was about 1000 ml. It looked scary, but he probably wouldn't die.

It’s actually not that easy to die.

"I have been given a sedative and am explaining the patient's condition to his family."

"How's your life at home?"

"My family is a little confused." The young clerk in the medical department said honestly, "I can't see any problems for now."

Luo Hao listened to Feng Zixuan's conversation with the young clerk and looked at the monitor. Then he asked, "What does the patient do at home?"

"..." The young clerk in the Medical Department was startled and looked at Feng Zixuan.

"Ask."

"it is good."

Luo Hao opened the AI ​​diagnosis and saw a less common diagnosis - cryptococcal granuloma in the right lung.

It wasn't lung cancer, it was cryptococcal granuloma.

Luo Hao was satisfied with his guess.

"Xiao Luo, it shouldn't be a big problem. I'll observe the patient's family's emotions. If they are stable..."

"Director Feng, no, no, no, I'm seeing a doctor." Luo Hao knew what Feng Zixuan was thinking and directly denied his idea.

"See a doctor?" Feng Zixuan was stunned.

Is there any relationship between lung cancer and the patient's job?

There is indeed some relationship, but it is definitely not a big one.

There are no occupations with high-risk occupational diseases such as silicosis and pneumoconiosis in the provincial capital. When it comes to such occupational diseases, Donglian Mine is always more professional than the First Hospital of Medical University.

"Some lung cancers are caused by other reasons. For example... I worked on a project with Boss Xia, where the military raised homing pigeons. The breeders had a high incidence of lung lesions, and the postoperative pathological diagnosis was cryptococcal granuloma."

“?!” Feng Zixuan was stunned.

"Some down jackets are also prone to similar situations. We'll talk about the specific situation later."

Feng Zixuan was silent and picked up the film.

He comes from a clinical background and can understand images.

The patient had an obvious space-occupying lesion of about 3 cm in the right lung, close to the hilum, and even the hilar lymph nodes were vaguely enlarged.

If Feng Zixuan made the diagnosis himself, it would most likely be lung cancer, and it is not too early to diagnose it.

But Luo Hao...

Feng Zixuan stared at the film in a daze.

"Director Feng, my family raises pigeons. Some of the roasted pigeons in our provincial capital are provided by them."

Feng Zixuan was inexplicably surprised and glanced at Luo Hao out of the corner of his eye.

Luo Hao was not proud, nor did he have any other emotions. He just quietly watched the patient's ECG monitor.

"Xiao Luo, how to treat cryptococcal granuloma?" Feng Zixuan asked.

"The treatment is not difficult, but from the film I just saw, the location is bad, and it is difficult to obtain the pathology with a bronchoscope." Luo Hao frowned, "We need to convince the patient. If the tumor is reduced after a course of treatment, the patient will believe it. But during this course of treatment, the patient will definitely think that the doctor and the family are working together to deceive him."

"It's okay, leave it to me." Feng Zixuan tilted his head, and the little clerk beside him came over immediately, "Director Feng, do you want to explain it according to cryptococcal granuloma?"

"Well, let's go."

The young clerk obeyed the order.

"Director Feng, your people are really smart and capable." Luo Hao said with a smile.

"They are all transferred from the clinical department. They have been tempered in the Medical Department for half a year. If they want to go back, they can go back. If they don't want to go back, I will promote them to deputy section chief. When they return to the ward in the future, they can directly take over as deputy director."

Luo Hao smiled. This was also Feng Zixuan paving the way for himself to become the vice president in the future.

Like his uncle Lin Yuming, the director of the Medical Department will most likely be promoted to deputy director, focusing on clinical work and taking on all the serious work.

As for other tasks, such as bidding for medicines and consumables, it depends on whether the director of the Medical Department has strong connections.

But the work must be done.

"I think it's better to cut it off directly, through thoracoscopy, which will cause less damage," Luo Hao suggested.

"Okay, I'll talk to the patient's family and ask for the patient's opinion. Tell me, isn't this just a case of being scared to death by yourself? Speaking of which, Xiao Luo, many cancer insurance companies are now changing their chronic disease coverage."

"Yes, they never die, and the insurance companies are annoyed and lose a lot of money. In fact, the diagnosis and treatment of many medical diseases are suggested by the insurance companies."

Feng Zixuan smiled.

For example, hypertension was noticed between World War I and II in the last century, but people at that time did not think it was a disease. Instead, they believed it was good for the body.

It is said that Roosevelt died of high blood pressure, although Feng Zixuan believed it was an assassination.

It was not until the insurance companies discovered that something was wrong and that the expenses of policyholders with high blood pressure were much higher than those of other people that high blood pressure became recognized by people, with the help of the insurance companies.

Another case is non-follicular thyroid cancer.

The operation was performed in a timely manner and there was no metastasis. After the operation, the patient was basically cured and there was no need for any radiotherapy or chemotherapy.

It was the insurance company's big data that discovered this point. Non-follicular thyroid cancer is not reimbursed as a malignant tumor. Only later did the hospital start to follow up.

As long as it doesn't involve interests, even the medical community is too lazy to make improvements.

In recent years, insurance companies have taken new actions. According to their judgment, Feng Zixuan feels that the day when cancer is conquered is not far away.

"Xiao Luo, do you think cancer can be conquered?"

"Almost. In another ten years, we will probably be able to conquer it. Nowadays, many cancers, including those that have already metastasized, are not fatal." Luo Hao said confidently.

"For example, the clinical student you accepted? I think she is very energetic."

"Yes, he can still live for a few more years. My idea is to prolong his survival as much as possible. In a few years, maybe he will be cured."

A few minutes later, the clerk from the Medical Department came back.

"Director Feng, the patient's family wants to try other methods first."

(End of this chapter)