White armor

Chapter 393: I'm not afraid of no good things, I'm afraid of no good people
"Director Shen, why are you here? Didn't you have a rest on the weekend?" Luo Hao stood up, and Erhei followed him, making a rustling sound.

Director Shen glanced at Erhei and sighed deeply.

"Don't mention it. When people are unlucky, even drinking cold water will cause a toothache." Director Shen walked in dejectedly and sat down on a chair. "Uncle Junior, someone in the group asked about a patient's condition the day before yesterday."

Luo Hao raised his eyebrows and thought of Shen Zizai's WeChat group.

"I gave the diagnosis at the time, and the local doctor mobilized the patient's family to come to us for treatment. Everything was fine, and the diagnosis was very good. I gave a definite diagnosis based on a statement from the local doctor, an emergency blood test, and an emergency liver and kidney function test."

Luo Hao thought about which patient Director Shen was talking about and smiled without saying anything.

"The result was unexpected. The patient was sent here, and when the diagnosis was confirmed, the patient's family said that the patient was incurable."

"What's the diagnosis?" Luo Hao asked.

"Purulent cholangitis, infectious toxic shock." Director Shen spread his hands helplessly, "It can be solved with a few days of proper medication, and the child can be discharged from the hospital and go home safely."

"But the result is good. My family said they would not treat me no matter what. Little Master, what do you think of this?"

Director Shen was like a child who had been wronged, constantly complaining to Luo Hao.

Meng Liangren found it funny as he watched this scene which ordinary people could neither understand nor accept.

But Director Shen called him "Little Uncle" all the time, and it came from the bottom of his heart.

He didn't want to find Luo Hao to solve the problem, but he was feeling depressed and wanted to complain.

As a doctor, I always have the desire to cure diseases and save lives.

I always feel depressed when I see a patient who could have been cured but whose family members refuse treatment for various reasons.

"Master Junior, the patient's family said that we must stop the treatment. If it was an old age disease, or a vegetative state that needed to be kept alive by a ventilator, it would be fine, but he is only 15, and I heard that his grades are pretty good."

"So there's no cure? I feel bad. You know, if a patient like this goes back to a township hospital, he's basically waiting to die."

Director Shen's head became brighter and brighter, like a light bulb, and he seemed to be expressing his grievances.

"Hey, Director Shen, you're an old doctor, and this kind of thing happens all the time." Luo Hao was also helpless, shrugged and spread his hands, "The patient's family members have the most opinions, what do you say is useful? No one's opinion will work."

"But the diagnosis is correct. The condition will improve in one week of treatment and be cured in two weeks. I went to the gastroenterology department to save as much as possible, and I was able to be discharged from the hospital with less than ten thousand yuan. There is also reimbursement, so it actually doesn't cost much." Director Shen tried to emphasize the diagnosis and cost.

Luo Hao sighed.

A doctor is a doctor and can only be a doctor.

There's nothing we can do about this even if we call the police.

When the government came, the patient's family members would say, "We don't have money. How about you pay for it?" and they would be able to fight back.

Everyone has elderly parents and young children to take care of.

Besides, when people say a disease is incurable, there is a high probability that others will think it is the hospital’s fault.

If medical care were free, then everything would be fine.

But once free medical care is provided, the hospitals will definitely be packed with people. As soon as you are admitted to the hospital, you have to go and get the free eggs when the medical staff are not paying attention.

"Director Shen, it's alright, it's alright." Luo Hao consoled him, "When it comes to diagnosis, you're really this."

As he spoke, Luo Hao raised his thumb to give an affirmative response.

Director Shen showed a smug look, but then his expression fell.

"Uncle Junior Master, it's just a little bit short, really!"

"Director Shen, haven't you seen similar patients before?" Luo Hao asked curiously.

"I've seen him, but... I heard that the kid is pretty good at studying. He's in the first year of high school this year and ranked first in Qianhe County."

"Wait!" Luo Hao's voice suddenly became louder. "Where are you talking about? Qianhe County?"

"Qianhe County, that small county town on the border, is almost deserted." Director Shen didn't notice the change in Luo Hao's expression. His emotional intelligence was as low as the hair on his bald head.

"After the patient's family came, they didn't say anything at first, but while they were saying that they should give up on rescuing him, more people kept coming. Junior uncle, you haven't experienced the medical disturbances in the past. I think they are ready to come to the hospital to make trouble after the child dies and make a (sound) of money." (Note)
Luo Hao didn't say anything, but frowned, thinking about something.

Seeing that Professor Luo was silent, Meng Liangren knew that he was thinking, so he asked, "Director Shen, have you reported this to the Medical Department?"

"No, it's just a guess. If I report to the Medical Department and they behave honestly, that would be nonsense. Director Feng, if you can avoid dealing with them, then don't deal with them."

Meng Liangren scratched his head.

He could usually report to Shen Zizai and Director Feng because of Professor Luo. Meng Liangren knew this, but after so many experiences, he got used to it and thought it was normal.

Now looking at Director Shen's expression and listening to his words, Meng Liangren once again suppressed the thoughts deep in his heart that he was still okay.

Professor Luo is good at this, so it’s okay for him to serve as a foil for me.

Although he was thinking this, Meng Liangren did not delay in chatting with Director Shen.

"Director Shen, Qianhe County, why does it sound so familiar to me?"

"It's the designated support place for the hospital where Junior Master Uncle used to work. The child was fine originally, but who knew he would be delayed in Qianhe County."

Director Shen was chattering.

Before he finished speaking, he heard Luo Hao's voice on the phone.

"Chen Yong, come to the hospital."

"Brother, it's the weekend! The donkeys in the production team weren't used like this. Big animals need a rest. Can you please stop being so frivolous?"

"There is a patient with a problem in Qianhe County. I think it may be related to Wen Youren."

"Wait, it'll be there in 20 minutes!"

Chen Yong's excited voice rushed out of the phone, as sharp as a knife, full of murderous intent.

After hanging up the phone, Director Shen was a little confused.

"Master Junior, why did you call Chen Yong here?"

"He, come over and get some information."

“???” Director Shen didn’t understand.

Meng Liangren nodded slightly, as if he understood what Professor Luo wanted to do.

"Send the patient here for treatment first. Normally, the diagnosis is clear and a treatment schedule can be given. What the patient's family wants to ask the doctor is to save as much money as possible, right?"

"Yes."

"Generally speaking, as long as the hospital is not too shady, the doctors will do their work conscientiously and save as much money as possible. It's also a joy to see a 15-year-old child discharged from the hospital safely."

Luo Hao paused as he spoke, "But this time it's a bit strange. According to what you said, Director Shen, after the diagnosis, the patient's family gave up on rescuing him. He's not in a vegetative state, nor is he intubated on a ventilator. No matter how much money is spent, it's still a bleak situation. Why do you think the family gave up?"

"Yes, why should we give up?" Director Shen asked back.

Meng Liangren smiled.

At first glance, Director Shen looks like an old expert who has been devoted to medical care all his life and has almost zero emotional intelligence.

He was able to become the director of the Rheumatology and Immunology Department of the First Hospital of Medical University because of his great luck and ability. However, it had nothing to do with emotional intelligence.

This kind of person is very pure, otherwise he wouldn't call me "Junior Master Uncle" all the time.

Otherwise, no matter how high his medical skills are, he will be beaten to a pulp, and feel that his heart is high as the sky, but his life is fragile as paper.

"Director Shen, leave this matter to me. The patient must be fine, right?" Luo Hao asked casually.

When Director Shen heard the word "definitely", he was stunned for a moment and did not dare to answer.

Luo Hao didn't seem to want to get a positive answer from Director Shen, but instead he was deep in thought, holding his phone.

"Uncle Junior Master, how about you go and help me take a look?"

"Well, I'll take a look first. If I don't, I'll always be unsure." Luo Hao nodded, then looked at Meng Liangren, "Old Meng, when Chen Yong arrives, tell him to wait for me."

"it is good."

Luo Hao got up and went to the ICU with Director Shen.

Meng Liangren was concentrating on writing the medical records, as if the "human tragedy" that Director Shen had just mentioned had nothing to do with him.

"Meng, this is too tragic. Why can't the family treat the disease?"

"This situation is quite common in clinical practice. You cannot empathize with others. You must not empathize with others," Meng Liangren warned. "Just treat it as reading a novel. Once you have read it, you will forget it. Otherwise, if you encounter one or two similar patients a year, you will have a breakdown."

"Oh?"

"There are many reasons. The economy has been good in recent years, and everyone has learned to be gentle, kind, respectful, frugal and modest. In the past, when the economy was average, it was very chaotic. Don't think that this is my natural character. This is called..."

"When the granaries are full, people will know etiquette." Chen Yong stood at the door and continued Meng Liangren's words.

"Doctor Chen is here. Professor Luo told you to wait for him in the office."

"Yeah, I know." Chen Yong sat down lazily on the chair without changing his clothes. "Xiao Zhuang, you come to work overtime on weekends? Is it necessary to be so diligent? The entire medical team is here except me. It makes me feel uneasy."

"Overtime? We doctors don't have the concept of overtime." Zhuang Yan shook her high ponytail, "My senior brother said that we are all serving the people."

"Serve the people? You don't deserve it! You are one of the people. No, Lao Meng is one, not you."

“Why don’t I count!”

"You are the successor of socialism, and Lao Meng is the people."

"How can it be!"

Chen Yong was too lazy to pay attention to Zhuang Yan. He was holding his phone and chatting about something with a smile on his face.

"Brother Yong, are you chatting with the girl?" Zhuang Yan asked.

"No, my mind is full of Lao Liu now, no one else can get in."

A mouthful of sweet dog food filled Zhuang Yan's mouth, it was so sweet.

"I was chatting in the group about releasing cockroaches a few days ago. Guess how far away they went?"

"Imperial Capital?"

"We release cockroaches even in the free shipping areas." Chen Yong said this, but his face was full of smiles, and he seemed a little proud.

Meng Liangren knew that it was useless to ask about this matter. Dr. Chen wouldn't say anything, and Professor Luo certainly wouldn't say anything.

Chen Yong didn't say much, just chatted.

Soon, Luo Hao came back.

"So fast!"

"That's right. You know I have a problem with Wen Youren. My master was suppressed by him for many years and finally had to change his career. I'm here to avenge my master! You tell me, how many thunderbolts should I use to kill him? Or should I make him poor?"

poor.

Luo Hao thought of Professor Zhang.

Chen Yong's calculation of a person's life is indeed something that can be thought of, but Luo Hao's mind is filled with the skinny old man in Baltimore.

"That's all I said, you can say what you want." "I just took a look, the patient's condition is only relatively serious, it can be treated and he can recover."

Luo Hao changed his "dog" behavior and gave a direct affirmative answer.

"It's just that there's a bit of trouble with the patient's family. It should be instigated by someone in the circle, or something else. Chen Yong, don't wear white clothes, pretend to be another patient's family member, and go ask about the specific situation."

"Yeah." Chen Yong nodded, "What about you?"

"I'll contact the medical department. You go ahead and do your work. I'll wait for your news."

Chen Yong stood up, took off his mask, and walked out of the doctor's office.

Luo Hao could rest assured that Chen Yong could handle similar matters, as no one was more suitable for gathering information than Chen Yong.

Although it may seem like a waste of talent, this is the only way to use it in the hospital.

Otherwise, Luo Hao was worried that Lao Liu and... Chen Yong would fight to the death.

"Professor Luo, what do you think is going on?" Meng Liangren asked when he saw Chen Yong leave but Luo Hao did not call Feng Zixuan immediately.

"It's an old way from many years ago, and this way may not work well in the First Hospital of Medical University. Times have changed, but some people's thinking has not changed."

Zhuang Yan was confused, but Meng Liangren understood it immediately.

"Brother, is the little patient okay?"

"He's fine. He's clear-headed and clear-spoken, but he still has a fever. I talked to him for a few words."

"Can we change the guardian if the little patient is conscious and clear-minded?"

Luo Hao raised his head and looked at Zhuang Yan with a smile full of teasing.

"It's impossible, Xiaozhuang." Meng Liangren said, "I don't understand similar laws, but in this case, changing a guardian is as difficult as ascending to heaven."

"Yeah." Luo Hao nodded, without explaining in detail, but picked up the phone.

"Uncle, I am Xiao Luohao."

"Are you familiar with Qianhe County?"

"Yes, it's the hospital where Wen Youren is supporting the border areas."

"There was a patient who came to the medical school and was diagnosed with a clear diagnosis. He would be cured as long as he continued treatment for a period of time." Luo Hao explained, "But the patient's family members refused treatment as if they were possessed by a demon, and some idle people in society also showed up in the hospital. I am still observing the specific situation, but the 15-year-old child's illness should be cured."

"Well, I do have a suspicion. The patient came here because of suppurative cholangitis. The diagnosis and treatment at Qianhe County Hospital was very rough. This is not the point. The point is that I suspect someone wants to pass the buck and even said something shameful."

"Okay, okay, I'm hanging up now, uncle."

"I have to go home soon. Hey, I am busy. It is impossible not to be busy if I get the Sanqing in one year."

Luo Hao hung up the phone and looked straight ahead, seeming to be thinking.

"Professor Luo, do you suspect there is something wrong with the doctors in the local hospital?" Meng Liangren asked.

"It's not suspicion, it's almost certain. I know Director Wen well. He must feel very uncomfortable if he goes to Qianhe County for support. It's natural for him to say something unintentionally when he feels uncomfortable."

Meng Liangren vaguely heard that before Professor Luo came to the First Hospital of Medical University, he was always reported by people under their real names at Donglian Mine.

In this regard, Meng Liangren really couldn't understand who had the courage to report Professor Luo by real name.

Professor Xiao Luo seems to have a mild temper, but actually he has a lot of thoughts in his heart, but he just doesn't want to show them.

"Brother, there are still people like this?!" Zhuang Yan frowned, her young face full of thought, "Shouldn't we always put the patient first in everything?"

"Yes, but some doctors just don't do that." Luo Hao smiled, "They deceive their superiors and subordinates, and they can do anything for their own interests. They even want to control the overall situation of the department and force junior doctors not to perform surgery in order to be rehired after retirement at the age of 60."

"!!!"

These things are totally inconsistent with Zhuang Yan's values.

"Watch more and talk less." Luo Hao looked into Zhuang Yan's eyes and snapped his fingers.

Erhei opened his eyes and walked to Luo Hao with a rustling sound.

Luo Hao held Erhei's hair with his hands, not looking anxious at all.

"Xiao Zhuang, it's like this. The grassroots level depends on the ability of the old branch secretary. In some places, the old branch secretary has the final say and his prestige is very high. This is different between the north and the south. The south is mainly family-based." Meng Liangren explained to Zhuang Yan.

"But this is a matter between the patient and his family."

"The old branch secretary is equivalent to the great-grandfather? That's probably the case. Our Northeast is different from the South. The South has major ancestral halls, while the Northeast has the old branch secretaries. However, the old branch secretaries of those years are all old, and I don't know much about them." Meng Liangren reiterated.

"Oh." Zhuang Yan still didn't understand, but she closed her mouth and kept looking around.

As for what she was looking at, Zhuang Yan probably didn’t know herself, but she remembered what Senior Brother Luo said - look more, talk less.

Half an hour later, Chen Yong came back.

"Luo Hao, it's true! It was that guy Wen Youren who caused the trouble!" Chen Yong was a little excited.

"Oh? Tell me."

"The whole process was like this. The patient went to Qianhe County Hospital and was seen by both the internal medicine and surgery department. Wen Youren said it was not a surgical disease, but after he came, he was diagnosed with suppurative cholangitis. However, he had no chance of surgery for the time being."

"That's what Director Shen said to the patient's family at the time. The family went to find Wen Youren, and he actually drank with the family, saying that Qianhe County didn't have much money, but the First Hospital of Medical University had money, and if the patient was gone, they would have to pay at least several million in compensation."

"..."

Luo Hao was speechless.

Wen Youren is really trying to shirk responsibility, he dares to say anything.

"I asked three people about the details, and they all gave different answers. I concluded that Wen Youren was afraid that the responsibility would fall on him, so he asked the patient's family to refuse treatment, and then sued the First Medical University Hospital for disregarding human life after the patient died.

The person is gone, who will hold Qianhe County People's Hospital responsible? This guy is just trying to pass the buck. I say this old guy is a piece of shit."

"Brother Yong, is this okay?" Zhuang Yan couldn't help but asked in surprise.

"Of course, it doesn't matter what you said or did before. Nowadays, all kinds of self-media only stir up emotions, and the public only follows emotions. As for what the truth is, who cares?"

"What everyone cares about is emotions. They make a fuss, vent their emotions, and then forget about it. You have to say, this bastard Wen Youren is really bad."

"This..." Zhuang Yan was confused for a moment.

Meng Liangren patted the chair and said, "Xiao Zhuang, sit down and watch more and talk less."

Zhuang Yan nodded and looked at Luo Hao and Chen Yong silently.

"Luo Hao, what are you going to do?"

"I remember before the Chinese New Year, when we were still in Donglian, people from Qianhe County came here on a green train." Luo Hao pondered, "My uncle should be more familiar with that side, but I didn't expect that Wen Youren couldn't even run a grassroots county hospital well. This is too bad."

"He was bad to begin with, what do you think!"

"It looks like Wen Youren can't be there anymore. I'll talk to my uncle and see if we can transfer him to the medical union. It would be fine if he could just work in a small clinic, rather than messing around in a larger hospital."

Luo Hao was helpless and shook his head and sighed.

Originally, Luo Hao thought that Wen Youren's technical level was sufficient for diagnosis and treatment at a county-level hospital. If he couldn't do it, he could just be sent to a higher-level hospital. It was no big deal.

We are not afraid of no good things, but we are afraid of no good people.

Wen Youren was so hypocritical that he misdiagnosed the patient himself and yet instigated the patient's family to cause trouble for the First Hospital of Medical University.

Luo Hao sorted out his thoughts.

“Can the patient survive?”

"Well, I talked to that guy for a while."

"15, it's a child." Chen Yong corrected.

"He said he wanted to study medicine in the future, and I joked that if he was admitted to Peking Union Medical College, I would recruit him as a graduate student."

"!!!"

Chen Yong was surprised.

"What's that expression on your face?"

"Do you still remember the exchange student from India?" Chen Yong asked.

"I remember, but his foundation is not very good, and he is a little greasy. Whether he can pass the exam has nothing to do with me." Luo Hao answered very readily. He was twirling his mobile phone in his hand, thinking about something, and answered absent-mindedly.

"What are you thinking about?" Chen Yong also noticed that Luo Hao was absent-minded, so he asked him.

"It's hard to tell Director Feng." Luo Hao was embarrassed. "Wen Youren is a bastard. He doesn't have good technical skills, but he is good at understanding people's hearts. He hit me right in the nick of time. How can I tell Director Feng? I want to save a young patient whose family members asked me to give him up?"

"Is it not possible?" Zhuang Yan blurted out the question.

Luo Hao chuckled.

"That's right, simple and direct, saving communication costs, that's what you said. Luo Hao, the boomerang hit you in the face, just tell me what to do." Chen Yong asked.

Facing his own boomerang, Luo Hao was stunned for a moment.

Although Chen Yong's words were sharp, they made sense. Luo Hao thought about it, stood up, and patted Erhei on the head.

Erhei rustled back to his doghouse to recharge.

Luo Hao picked up his phone and walked out of the doctor's office.

"Where have you been, senior brother?" Zhuang Yan asked curiously.

"When asking someone to do something for you, you have to be humble, so you do it behind their back." Chen Yong said with a smile.

"Isn't it our duty to cure illnesses and save lives?"

"Why don't you tell your dad?"

"My dad doesn't work in clinical practice." Zhuang Yan's voice was as soft as a mosquito, stunned by a boomerang.

……

"Director Feng, I'm sorry to bother you on the weekend." Luo Hao walked to the fire escape with a warm smile on his face.

"Xiao Luo, what do you want to talk to me about this weekend?"

"It's like this, I have something I want to trouble you with." Luo Hao said sincerely.

"Oh? What's wrong?" Feng Zixuan was quite interested in this.

Luo Hao recounted the entire situation in detail.

"I've examined that little patient and I think he should be able to survive." Luo Hao finally gave a firm conclusion.

"That's it."

……

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Note: This is a true story that happened in a hospital in the neighboring province about ten years ago.

(End of this chapter)