"I don't know." Huang Shuren raised his hand, did not dare to look at Lu Songming, respectfully said: "Dear director Feng and leaders, Hello, I am Huang Shuren, orthopedic doctor in charge. The thing is, today a seriously ill patient came to the hospital. After the doctor's diagnosis, he is a critically ill patient and may die at any time. After everyone's discussion, he decided not to accept the patient's request for treatment. "

"However, in spite of the public opposition, President Lu insisted that the patient should be left behind and that he was the one to say what he said." Huang Shuren finished, lowered his head to play with his pen, did not speak, he was called to nothing but to cooperate with the leadership.

"Does Dean Lu have this matter?"

"It is." Lu Songming is too lazy to explain.

"This is a one word story. Is the people's hospital your home? No, it's the people's. you just care about your own interests and ignore the people's interests. You're sorry for the people's expectations of you. " Feng Chenghai said with a disappointed face.

"I know in my heart whether I can live up to the expectations of the people. You know in your heart whether you can live up to them." Lu Songming stood up and said, "I will resign."

"What's the attitude?"

"That is, at least a president of a people's Hospital, whose quality needs to be improved."

"Fortunately, the comrades below reported it in time. Otherwise, we don't know what's wrong."

A group of leaders of the Health Bureau criticized one after another.

"Wait a minute, what is resignation? You are violating the regulations of the hospital. This is dismissal. The corresponding treatment will be cancelled." Feng Chenghai saw that everyone's support was almost over. He waved his hand and motioned them to stop. Then he passed on the final order.

Lu Songming looks at Feng Chenghai, says nothing and turns away.

"Do you have any objection to my opinion?" When Lu Songming leaves, Feng Chenghai pretends to ask people for their opinions.

"No, director Feng's decision is wise."

"Yes, director Feng, this is for the sake of the people. Of course, he will get everyone's support." A group of people agreed.

"Since the position of president of the first people's hospital is vacant, we will discuss the appointment of a new president. I propose Feng Chenghe, vice president of the hospital, to be the president of the people's hospital. His usual style and reputation are good. You don't have any opinions." Feng Chenghai seems to be asking, but in fact he is in a decisive tone.

"No, we support Feng Chenghe as president."

"So are we."

No matter the comrades of the health bureau or the hospital, they all expressed their support for Feng Chenghe as president.

Of course, it doesn't work if you don't support it.

……

When Tang Yifan drove to the provincial people's Hospital, he called him according to the number Lu Songming gave him.

"Hello, brother Zhao. I'm Tang Yifan, the son of Tang Zhenmin. Where are you, please?"

"Yifan, uncle Tang's son? You wait at the door. I'll meet you downstairs now. "

Not too many meetings, Zhao Xuedong came to the hospital downstairs, the two quickly found each other.

"Brother Zhao, how is my father?" Tang Yifan asked.

"Uncle Tang, he's in the emergency room now. The doctor hasn't come out yet." Zhao Xuedong leads Tang Yifan to the hospital.

Tang Yifan did not say anything, with Zhao Xuedong to the emergency room door waiting.

"This is the one hundred thousand yuan that Dean Lu transferred to me to pay the medical expenses for fear that I would not have enough money. He has already paid more than thirty thousand yuan, and you can keep the rest." Zhao Xuedong took out a bank card, then handed it to him together with the workers, and said: "the more than 1000 workers got together, not much, but how much is a heart."

"Thank you." Tang Yifan was moved and collected the money. Although it was only more than 1000 yuan, he knew that it was a lot for the migrant workers who worked on the construction site.

"Thank you. Although uncle Tang is not very talkative, he is very kind to us." Zhao Xuedong said sincerely.

Ding

The lights went out in the emergency room and the doctors and nurses came out one after another.

Tang Yifan quickly stood up and asked, "doctor, how is my father?"

"Craniotomy may be necessary, and the specific plan is still under discussion. We'll go to a meeting now, discuss it, and then communicate with the family members of your patients, and then we can do the operation after the decision is made." The doctor replied.

"It's so complicated. Can I go in and see my father?" Looking at the closed emergency room door, Tang Yifan asked.

"Yes, but only for a few minutes." The doctor turned and left.

"Thank you." Tang Yifan turned to Zhao Xuedong and said, "brother Zhao, you are outside to help me guard. I want to stay with my father alone."

"Well, you go in and have a chat with Uncle Tang. Cheer him up and let him hold on." Zhao Xuedong nodded and said. He thought that Tang Yifan went in to encourage uncle Tang.

After Tang Yifan went in, he quickly scanned his father's head and saw that blood was silting up beside the cerebellum. If he didn't remove it in time, it might cause death by squeezing the cerebellum, which is a great threat to his life.

Tang Yifan didn't dare to delay. He took out the gold needle and stabbed several acupoints on his father's head.

His right hand twists the needle quickly, and his left hand massages slowly. He uses both hands to divert the stagnant blood.

With the passage of time, the blood in Tang Zhenmin's brain slowly disappeared.

Both hands, but also to seize time, Tang Yifan's whole body and mind are rapidly consumed, body, head are a lot of sweat.

"Hu" Tang Yifan pulled out the last golden needle, and the stone in his heart finally fell.

Jingle, jingle

After two doorbell rings, Zhao Xuedong comes in and shouts, "Yifan, the doctor is looking for you. Ah, what's wrong with you? Why are you all wet? " Zhao Xuedong was surprised to see that Tang Yifan's clothes were wet.

"It's OK. Maybe it's too nervous, father. It's hot and sweaty. Let's go. " Tang Yifan covers his father's quilt and goes out.

They came to a small conference room where five or six doctors in white coats were sitting.

"Doctors, here comes the patient's family."

"Oh, sit down." Said a young doctor at the head. So young, to be a leader in the hospital of seniority, we can see that his ability is not small.

When Tang Yifan and his wife sat down, the young doctor said, "Hello, I'm the attending doctor Wu Dexu. Now we'll talk to you about the treatment plan after our discussion. Because Mr. Tang's hematocele took too long and didn't deal with it in time, now he can only go through craniotomy. But Mr. Tang's blood loss is too much. If he is operated, the risk will further expand, That is to say, we have 10% chance to cure Mr. Tang. I don't know whether you decide to have an operation or not? "

"No, we'll just have two days." Tang Yifan shook his head and refused.

"Er" everyone was a little surprised. Although some people would give up because of the low treatment probability, they refused even without hesitation. This is the first time they met. Is this still the patient's son?

"Yifan, how can you give up uncle Tang? Even if you have a chance, you will have a chance." Zhao Xuedong is very anxious.

"Save some money. After all, treatment costs a lot of money." Wu Dexu looked down upon such a person most in his heart and couldn't help sneering.

"Yifan, you can't give up uncle Tang's treatment because you're afraid of spending money, or I'll be the first to refuse." On hearing this, Zhao Xuedong stood up and said, "don't be afraid to spend money. We all think of ways, but we can't give up easily."

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