Those years when I hung up and upgraded in the hospital

Chapter 210 Before further studies

"Xiao Fang, is this the second time?"

As Fang Yun drove back to Jishi, Chen Shengwu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly asked with a heavy tone. He also rolled down the window a little with his right hand and clamped the cigarette butt out of the window.

"Director Chen, what's the second time?" Fang Yun was focused on driving and didn't have time to think about it.

"Last time it was a femoral schwannoma, and this time it was a traumatic hemangioma of the abdominal aorta. You discovered both."

"There are many moments where I suddenly feel like what happened to the patients I had operated on before," Chen Shengwu reflected on himself.

Clinical patients can never be absolutely innocent.

In the past, Chen Shengwu rarely encountered similar things, so he just did the surgery. But in retrospect, it is unknown how many risks he may have inadvertently taken in the past.

Courage is greatest when you are ignorant.

"Director Chen, that's not necessarily the case. Such a patient is still a small probability event. Maybe I just happened by chance." Fang Yun did not dare to be proud.

I just feel that I have to be more careful when dealing with patients in the future.

Clinically, no matter how cautious and steady it is, nipping all possible risk factors in the cradle is definitely the most correct choice.

"Well, maybe, it's good to have solid basic skills..." Chen Shengwu suddenly said with a little envy.

……

Fang Yun drove Chen Shengwu's car to the community where he lived, and then went out towards the community where he rented.

The distance is not very far.

After thinking about the people in charge and the patients in charge of the department, there was nothing special about them. Fang Yun decided to go back and revise the article first. Publishing an article was a grind, and it had to be done slowly.

Time is like water.

In a flash, a month passed calmly.

Near the end of July, on this day in August, after Fang Yun completed the last consultation operation at the Jingkai District Hospital, he said goodbye to Director Hong here: "Director Hong, if there are other surgeries scheduled later, you may need to I called Director Hu."

"I will go out to study for about half a year."

"Doctor Fang, you still love to study. In my opinion, Dr. Fang, with your technical level, you don't need to go out to study. In our Xiangzhou, this is already enough." Director Hong is not tall and has a big belly. , even the fingers are quite thick, and he gave a thumbs up as he walked towards the operating room.

Although Fang Yun never boasted about how awesome he was at Jingkai District Hospital, Director Hong knew on his own that Fang Yun was actually very powerful.

Although Fang Yun occasionally laughs at himself, the last time he went out to share cases on behalf of the hospital, he almost couldn't get off the stage.

But Director Hong knows that being able to share cases as a representative of the hospital is a symbol of strength and ability.

Those who can be released by the hospital for communication are usually relatively outstanding faces.

"No, Director Hong, you are so complimentary. There is still a lot to learn and a lot to learn."

"Director Hong, don't send her off so far. I'll go down by myself and drive away." Fang Yun replied.

Director Hong just stuffed an envelope into Fang Yun and said, "Doctor Fang, your rotator cuff suture tool has been disinfected again. Please wait a moment."

"Okay, thank you." Fang Yun smiled bitterly.    …

On the way back to the community, Fang Yun was thinking about going out to study, while helplessly looking at the packaged suture device on the passenger seat, with a wry smile in his heart.

He originally thought that this magical tool he had made would be taken a little more seriously by others when sharing and communicating cases.

What he didn't expect was that two chief doctors and a professor asked him, apart from saving time, does this thing have any other significance compared with ordinary suturing?

Fang Yun had no way to answer!

Indeed, there is no such thing. It is simply a technique rather than a theory.

Moreover, this kind of operation will not improve the quality of the operation, but will only save the operation time.

Of course, these people also saw that Fang Yun was relatively young, so they didn't say anything more. However, even Professor Zhu from the Second Affiliated Hospital of Shonan University gave Fang Yun some advice, and he still needs to spend more time on improving the surgery. Quality, rather than focusing on improving the speed of surgery.

When it comes to improving the quality of surgery, it is not easy.

Either the operational level has made a qualitative leap, or the corresponding theoretical level has made a certain breakthrough.

Whether it is a breakthrough in operational proficiency or theoretical level, how can it be so easy?

"But it doesn't matter, that's why I have to go out to study." Fang Yun encouraged himself.

It’s not that you can’t see the quality of the surgeries you perform now, it’s just that you can’t show them off, but if you show them off, others won’t dare to say you didn’t do a good job.

If Fang Yun's current surgical level is still said to be bad, then as someone who criticizes Fang Yun, you have to consider whether all the surgeries you performed before you reached Fang Yun's level belong to you. It’s a philosophical category like damning people.

After returning home, Fang Yun called his parents.

After returning from Han City last time, Fang Yun went home to reunite with his family during the Dragon Boat Festival, but this time he went to study, and he probably could only go home during the Chinese New Year.

Before going out, you have to report something.

When Fang Yun called back, his parents and uncle and aunt were playing mahjong and seemed to be in a very good mood.

During the phone call, Fang Yun also heard his uncle asking when he would marry his daughter-in-law...

After making the call, I looked at the messages on my phone and saw that I had already reported to Director Hu, including the chief director of the Department of Orthopedics and others, and also made corresponding handover work with the staff of the hospital's medical department.

Fang Yun simply put down his phone and started packing his things.

It's August now, and August in Han City is still the season of fire. The clothes you brought with you can only be brought to autumn at most, and the winter clothes can only be bought again.

During the period of further study, the hospital will only pay a minimum salary, and the training unit will not provide much subsidies, so it is a period of losing money.

But it didn't matter. Fang Yun looked at his savings of more than [-] yuan, which was enough.

Therefore, Fang Yun packed his luggage first, then looked at the house he rented again. After cutting off the water and electricity, he pushed the suitcase and rushed directly to the high-speed rail station.

Because Fang Yun discovered that, although the fare of taking the high-speed rail from Jishi to Shashi and then to Hanshi by high-speed rail is quite expensive, it saves time and there is no need to worry about two or three hundred yuan.

After everything was planned, Fang Yun pushed the suitcase and carried his backpack and got on the online car-hailing service to the high-speed rail station.

(End of this chapter)