Chapter 833 You Have Something to Ask of Me

Great Physician Ling Ran Main Text Volume Chapter 833 You Asked Me After the surgery after dinner, Ling Ran went back home after a stroll.

He can actually control about 120 hospital beds now, and then occupy the beds of other treatment groups, or the beds of other departments, such as hepatobiliary surgery, the total number of beds can reach 150, if according to the regulations of many hospitals With the strategy of short hospitalization, Ling Ran's hospital beds should be sufficient.

However, the surgeries performed by Ling Ran are often not completed within 15 days.

For example, liver resection, replantation of amputated finger, or Achilles tendon repair requires long-term investment if the effect is to be good. It is normal for the total hospitalization time to reach 20 or 30 days.

Coupled with the other members of the treatment group, more and more operations were performed by the chief surgeon, and it was inevitable that the hospital beds in Ling's treatment group would be stretched.

It is also impossible to blindly increase the number of beds. The number of beds occupied by Ling's treatment group is already the largest in the emergency center. Even if he wants to increase more beds, it will not increase much. As far as the size of his hospital bed is concerned, some smaller Class B hospitals may not be able to guarantee it. Of course, the reality is that most Grade B hospitals do not have the volume of operations and bed occupancy rate of Ling Ran's treatment group.

Today's medical environment is like this. It is common for a Class B hospital to be inferior to a department with a strong treatment team in a Class III hospital.

Not only Ling Ran's group, but the largest treatment group in General Surgery of Yunyi has five deputy chief physicians, two chief physicians, four or five attending physicians and a litter of residents. In the treatment group of 10 surgeries, the surgeries in a Grade B hospital for a month are the same as playing for a year. Of course, the Affiliated Hospital of Zhengzhou University, which is the number one in the universe, is even more exaggerated. It performs 350,000 operations a year, which is more than one-third of the nearly 2,000 hospitals in Canada. In other words, throwing a Zhengda University Hospital to Canada , In theory, it can solve the problem of difficult access to medical care in the country.

It is a pity that Yunyi cannot expand without limit. Not only are the wards crowded and the area is insufficient, but also the pressure of too many patients on nurses and bed doctors is obvious.

It is the most appropriate choice to slightly reduce the daily operation volume to increase the circulation.

For Ling Ran, it is a matter of arranging fewer surgeries that take up too many hospital beds and doing more surgeries with high turnover.

Correspondingly, the rest time actually increased.

Lower Ditch Clinic.

When Ling Ran returned home, Ling Jie porridge had already been prepared and was arranging the dishes.

After the renovation of the Xiagou Clinic, not only has the area increased, but also the boundary between the residence and the clinic has become clearer. The Ling family eats in a separate restaurant, so they don't have to worry about being embarrassed by neighbors, or embarrassing if they don't...

"Today's cooking is very rich." Ling Ran looked at the dishes on the table. There were fish and meat, pigs and beef, and there was even a Japanese-style sukiyaki pot. It seemed that he had worked hard.

Ling Jie porridge smiled with his hips on his hips.

Ling Ran frowned: "You guys don't want to travel again."

Ling Jie congee's waist flashed, and he was almost out of breath: "You child, your father and I can't cook for you?"

"Are you offending my mother again?" Ling Ran continued to ask.

"No!" Ling Jie congealed loudly.

Ling Ran was unmoved, and continued to ask the third question: "Is someone at home?"

"No."

Suddenly, Ling Ran nodded and said, "That means you didn't cook the dishes."

"How dare you be so innocent..." Ling Jieli's lips trembled in anger, and Kong Yiji's words came out.

Ling Ran's expression was calm, waiting for the show to begin.

Ling Jie congee finally let out a deep sigh,

Wearily said: "You child, you can't even pretend to be a fool. You have to suffer a lot when you enter the society."

"I've entered society."

"Doctors are different, especially the doctor you are doing now, who is served by others without distinction." Ling Jieju seemed really worried.

Ling Ran looked at his father suspiciously, resisted the urge to ask, and looked at him quietly.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, Ling Jieju couldn't help himself and said, "It's like today, the medical representatives from two companies came directly, and they all said they wanted to help with housework or something, and they almost got into a fight in the end, you said Say, what can I do?"

Ling Ran nodded and asked, "Which two companies?"

"Changxi Pharmaceutical and Yunli Pharmaceutical, well, I think they have a very positive attitude, they should be normal pharmaceutical companies." Ling Jiecong looked at his son, and said: "I didn't ask them to do more work, that is, to buy Washing the vegetables, let the family cook four or five more dishes. I gave all the money for the vegetables and meat."

Ling Ran counted the dishes on the table, eight dishes and one soup, it seems that there are four dishes for a family, and five dishes for a family.

"Okay, let's call your mother for dinner. The medical representatives of the two companies have left. I invited them to have dinner together, but they insisted not to." Ling Jieyu was still a little guilty, and when he said this, he urged : "Don't tell me it's about asking others to cook. She will never allow it. I'm really too busy today."

Ling Ran gave his father a "self-evident" smile.

After going out of the restaurant, going to the tea room, and talking about his father's words, the neighbors gathered around Tao Ping's tea table said goodbye one after another.

For a long time, the business of Xiagou Clinic has been maintained in this way. If it were not for Tao Ping's tea art, embroidery and reading clubs, the neighbors in the neighborhood might have already gone to the Shanggou Clinic with better hardware conditions to wait for competitors.

"Juanzi loses weight and doesn't eat dinner, just let her watch, Dr. Xiong is still there, let's ask him to have dinner together." Tao Ping arranged, and Ling Ran followed suit.

There are no residents or interns at home, so I can only do it myself.

After a while, Dr. Xiong waved his cattail fan and sat down at the dining table.

Ling Jie congee greeted enthusiastically: "I'm really worried, my hands are itchy today, and I cooked too much..."

Dr. Xiong didn't believe it at all, and smiled while waving his cattail fan: "There are still people who want to come."

"No, Juanzi won't eat dinner again, just the four of us." Ling Jie congee smiled.

Doctor Xiong shook his head: "You must have offended your wife again."

Ling Jiecong hugged Tao Ping beside her, and raised her neck.

Dr. Xiong frowned, and after careful consideration: "In this case, there is only one possibility..."

Ling Jieju became tense instantly. On his 65th birthday, the old guy was given a palm-leaf fan by his granddaughter, who praised him as Zhuge Liang. Since then, he has never left the palm-leaf fan and likes to reason. When the medical representative came today, he could I didn't hide it from the clinic...

"I understand!" Dr. Xiong slapped the cattail leaf fan on his hand, shivering from the pain, and said, "You have something to ask for, right?"