7:00 AM, March 15, 1961
Lin Sanqi stood on the platform of Daiyue Hall, looking at the nearly 200 medical staff below, feeling quite proud.
There are 70 clinical doctors here, most of whom have studied abroad and are absolutely elite talents. Previously, other hospitals had dismissed all of them due to composition issues, but in the end, all of them were taken away by Lin Sanqi.
Some of them have no experience of studying abroad, but they graduated from domestic private medical schools such as Peking Union Medical College, West China University School of Medicine, Qilu University School of Medicine and St. John's University School of Medicine during the Republic of China. They are also rare talents.
Feng Ruoqi, Jia Xuezhen and other retired doctors who had just returned to the capital from local areas were also extremely excited at this time.
They thought they would be stuck in the countryside for the rest of their lives, but they never imagined that there would be a day when they would put on their white coats again.
Maybe they were not loyal to Lin Sanqi, but they definitely worked hard to avoid being driven back to the countryside again.
Lin Sanqi looked at the time and then said:
"It's almost 8 o'clock, and everyone's division of labor has been clarified. As the dean, I want to make a few points clear: working at an infectious disease hospital doesn't require flattering the leadership, nor does it require worrying about social upheavals.
We are all medical personnel. No matter where you come from, no matter what your background is, no matter which university you graduated from, our goal is the same: to serve the people and conquer one infectious disease after another.
In addition, the most important thing is to be loyal to the country. Our tuberculosis drugs are patented, so imperialism will definitely find a way to obtain our drugs, reverse engineer them, and then counterfeit them for production, which will be a huge loss for our country.
Therefore, everyone should be vigilant, especially nurses, who must ensure that every patient swallows the medicine and check whether there is any residue in the patient's mouth afterwards.
In addition, we are an infectious disease hospital, so everyone must pay attention to personal protection. The hospital provides the latest N95 masks, which everyone needs to wear every day. If anyone needs isolation suits, please ask the head nurse. Please protect yourself.
At this time, Bi Xinglong hurried over:
"Director Lin, there are too many patients outside. It's simply a sea of people. What should we do?"
The Dongyue Temple is very large and the gate is tightly closed. Lin Sanqi knew that there would be patients waiting outside, but he didn't expect the number of patients to be described as "a sea of people".
“So many patients?”
Lin Sanqi was puzzled as he quickly ran towards the door. He ran to the top of the bell tower and took a look. The street outside the hospital was really crowded with people.
"Wow~~~ So many people, at least two or three thousand, right?"
Bi Xinglong estimated: "More than five thousand, definitely more than five thousand, and it's still early in the morning, there must be many patients on the way."
Lin Sanqi still underestimated the power of newspapers during this period.
After newspapers such as Renzhi Daily, Xinhua Daily, Guangming Daily, and Wenhui Daily published in full the news release that the Capital Infectious Disease Hospital was able to cure tuberculosis, provinces across the country also received related newspapers one after another.
Then the news spread from the capital and quickly exploded across the country.
There is no authoritative data on the exact number of tuberculosis patients in the country.
During the Republic of China period, chest X-ray examinations were conducted on more than 500 students at Tsinghua University, and the prevalence of tuberculosis among the examinees was 3%.
Later, the Tuberculosis Clinic of the First Health Office of Peking conducted a chest examination on 4,367 students from Peking University and Fu Jen Catholic University, and the prevalence of active pulmonary tuberculosis was 5.1%.
During the same period, the Hongqiao Sanatorium in Shanghai conducted a statistical report on the X-ray examination of 3,224 citizens, and found that 795 people were suffering from tuberculosis.
It can be seen from this that the incidence rate of tuberculosis was above 3% in the early days of liberation. Even if calculated at 3%, the total number of people in the country with a population of 600 million is at least around 20 million.
There may be more than 100,000 tuberculosis patients in the capital area alone.
Tuberculosis, tuberculosis, nine out of ten cases of tuberculosis are fatal. This jingle is known to people all over the country. Anyone who has tuberculosis is waiting to die.
Even a great professor, writer and wealthy man like Mr. Lu Shuren died of tuberculosis.
So when the newspapers reported that the Capital Infectious Disease Hospital had conquered tuberculosis and the cure rate had reached over 90%, eligible tuberculosis patients across the country were eager to try.
Even though the capital is far away at this time and one may have to travel day and night, compared with "life and death", what does it matter?
Looking at the jam-packed street in front of the hospital, Bi Xinglong felt a little worried:
"Director Lin, how can we see all these patients? How about opening at 6 a.m. and closing at 6 p.m.? Or maybe running two shifts, from 6 a.m. to 10 p.m.?"
This is the practice of most hospitals. No matter how many patients there are, all patients will be cured on the same day. Even if you, as a doctor, do not eat or rest, you have to see all the patients before you can leave.
Is there anything wrong with this logic?
Or from the patient's perspective, there is no problem.
But from the perspective of medical staff, the problem is serious, because this is a pace that is exhausting to death.
A few decades later, there was a statistic that showed that among all industries across the country, doctors had the highest rate of sudden death and the shortest average life expectancy.
They are really being treated like beasts of burden. Not only are they tired at work, but they also have to study various continuing education courses after get off work. For example, you are required to complete a certain number of credits a year. It takes 9 hours to get 3 credits, 15 hours to get 5 credits, and the total score must be 25 to meet the requirement.
And to keep up with the times, you have to enroll in various graduate programs, right? A master's degree isn't enough, you have to get a doctorate, right?
There are also various professional titles to consider. You have to take the exams for attending physician, associate senior professor, and senior professor. The exams are very strict. You have to study hard after get off work, right?
Furthermore, if you want to improve, you have to conduct research projects, right? You have to write papers, right? This involves repeated experiments, repeated research, and so on.
Even if you don't have any study tasks, you should read various cutting-edge medical magazines, journals, medical materials, etc. in order to improve your level.
Now I have to add an outpatient clinic for medical treatment.
It is said that foreign doctors have good attitudes, high skills, patience, and talk to patients like friends.
In those European and American medical dramas, doctors in smart white coats, coffee in one hand, and in a good mood for jokes, as if life is peaceful and tranquil. How many patients do they see in a day? More than 10?
Try this in China. Once the clinic opens in the morning, the number calling machine never stops.
When you are busy, let alone taking a break or eating, you don’t even have time to pee. If you leave for a few minutes, the patients will start cursing at you.
If it is the night clinic of the emergency department, it is even worse. After a whole night of rescue get off work, you are so tired that you have to sit on the ground and drink glucose.
If you are so busy every day, with high-intensity mental and physical labor, it would be strange if you don’t die suddenly.
So Lin Sanqi firmly denied it:
"Lao Bi, we can open a few more clinics, but each doctor must be limited in number."
"Limited number?"
Bi Xinglong was a little surprised:
"Director Lin, I know that doctors abroad have limited appointments, but we don't have such a thing in our country.
Furthermore, limiting the number of appointments will undoubtedly cause dissatisfaction among patients. Our current slogan is to serve the people wholeheartedly. If there are too many patient complaints, it will affect your reputation and performance."
Lin Sanqi pointed at the patient outside and asked:
"What if there are no restrictions on the number of patients? Believe it or not, even if we operate 24 hours a day, how many patients can we see? To eradicate tuberculosis, we need the strength of the entire country, not just our entire hospital.
I brought you, the doctors who studied abroad, back here to serve as seeds. If each of you learns how to treat tuberculosis, then, like me, one doctor can establish a hospital.
Now you have 70 doctors. If you set up 70 hospitals, can you cure more tuberculosis patients? If these 70 people teach 700 students, can you set up 700 hospitals in the future?
Therefore, every doctor in our hospital is a precious medical talent. I am cultivating them as seeds, and I cannot let them die from exhaustion at work. If I do that, I will be sorry for these doctors and their families.
When Bi Xinglong heard this, he would be lying if he said he wasn't moved.
"Thank you, thank you Dean Lin, thank you for treating us as human beings!"
Lin Sanqi also knows how to sing high-sounding slogans, otherwise it will be troublesome if it does not match the current propaganda:
"In our socialist country, everyone is equal. Patients are human beings, and doctors are human beings too. Patients want to live, and doctors want to live too. Since everyone is equal, no one owes anyone anything, so the best approach is for no one to wrong anyone else.
So, immediately go to the hospital entrance and put up a notice stating that we will have 15 outpatient clinics per day, and each doctor can only see 50 patients a day. Of course, don't say you're worried about the doctors being overworked; patients won't accept that excuse and will only insult you.
Bi Xinglong scratched his head: "Then how can I limit the number of license plates?"
Lin Sanqi said contemptuously:
"You're such a wooden man! You just said that our infectious disease hospital currently only has 300 beds. Also, the supply of medicine is limited, so we can only accommodate so many patients each day."
Bi Xinglong's eyes lit up: "Yes, this is a good idea!"
Lin Sanqi looked at the huge crowd and wondered if this would encourage scalpers to appear. (End of this chapter)
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