The number of surgeries performed one day a week is naturally a bit small, but Su Tang still needs to go back to the outpatient clinic and inpatient department to work.
So finally.
After a group of surgical department directors called Ke Zhang to ask for help.
Su Tang finally decided to set aside one and a half days a week for the operating room, and all major surgeries in other departments, especially those prone to heavy bleeding, were concentrated in that one and a half days.
Lei Tao smiled and pretended to do math while pinching his fingers, saying, "Well, one and a half days a week, 3 to 4 operations at a time, if they are still in time at noon. So Xiao Su can perform 16 operations a week. It won't be long before our hospital's hematology department has to lay off employees. After all, don't the people in the public health department next door always say 'Do a good job in public health and starve the clinic'? I think it can be applied to our surgery and hematology departments..."
Lei Tao had been complaining to his superiors about the hematology department of his hospital from time to time, and had called him in the middle of the night to complain. He was so angry and heartbroken that he couldn't help but make a few jokes in front of the other directors.
Several other heads of departments that were large blood users also nodded with lingering fear.
In particular, the director of cardiac surgery almost patted Lei Tao on the shoulder and regarded him as a close friend.
Su Tang stood in the operating room with dead eyes, watching a group of surgical directors and deputy directors greeting and negotiating with each other.
I have gone from being a flower in the operating room that everyone loves to being the most powerful tool and background board. I couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
These days, whether it's an ordinary doctor or a director or deputy director, why are they all so realistic?
Deputy Director Qian, who had just come down from the operating table and cleaned his hands, looked at Su Tang with a smile and said, "Xiao Su, don't think it's hard now, it will be fine after a while. As long as you have enough data and write a paper, we can wait for our hospital to spread acupuncture hemostasis. Then you can go to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine or other traditional Chinese medicine schools to recruit some apprentices..."
"It's not only prestigious to have an apprentice on the operating table, but he can also help you share the work tasks... If I calculate it, as long as I'm efficient, I think a year and a half is enough. If I take it a little slower... hmm..."
Deputy Director Qian thought for a moment and said with a chuckle, "Five years is definitely enough time, so don't worry."
"Xiao Su, do a good job! We are counting on you!" The other directors smiled like Maitreya Buddhas and patted Su Tang on the shoulders, giving him false encouragement.
Su Tang puffed up his cheeks and said: “………………”
Hey, hey, hey, don't think I can't see the gloating smiles in your eyes!
But in the final analysis, what these chief and deputy chief surgeons said was indeed not wrong. If it were not for the fact that the survival progress bar in the novel was more urgent, it would not be a big deal for junior doctors to stay in the hospital for three to five years.
After all, it takes two to three years for an ordinary doctor to complete regular training in a hospital, not to mention her ability to apply acupuncture hemostasis to major surgeries, which is a "big deal" that is worthy of being promoted nationwide.
Su Tang chatted with several other directors in the operating room, and after getting to know them, she said goodbye to Director Lei and Deputy Director Qian.
She trotted out of the operating room. As she walked out the door, she could still hear other people talking about her.
It was actually nothing serious when I came out of the operating room in the afternoon.
However, before leaving get off work, she still had to give an injection to Mr. Cheng in the department according to her work plan.
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General Internal Medicine Department, Mr. Cheng’s ward.
Ever since the first time the old man had an injection in the outpatient clinic, the old lady would always stay in the ward before Su Tang came.
I want to be the first to see how Master Cheng’s condition improves after the acupuncture.
At first, Mr. Cheng had weak limbs, a crooked mouth and could not speak. He could only be pushed in a wheelchair to walk around the community.
And now, not only can the old man's fingers and toes, which were originally almost stiff, gradually move.
The most important thing is that yesterday, Grandpa Cheng even completed Su Tang’s original goal. He was able to raise his palms directly above his head, grab the comb and comb his hair with slight shaking.
Cheng Shengming stood by the bed with an agitated look on his face. He had given up on his father's condition a long time ago and only wanted to see how long the old man could live. The only thing he could do was to find someone to take care of them and go home to visit them more often.
But now...
In just six or seven days, not only could his father lift his hands, but the corners of his mouth also looked less crooked. He looked much better than he was six or seven days ago, and even his complexion became rosy.
This made Cheng Shengming, like his mother, look forward to Su Tang's arrival every day.
As soon as Cheng Shengming saw Su Tang in a white coat appear at the door, he immediately came forward with a smile and said enthusiastically: "Doctor Su, you are here, please sit down, please sit down, would you like to have an apple first?"
"How about you drink some water first? I heard from other doctors and nurses that Dr. Su has been in the outpatient clinic and the operating room all day today, and he must be tired." Cheng Yingxiang greeted him warmly, and her expression was even more friendly than to Cheng Shengming.
"No, no."
Su Tang was a little overwhelmed by the increasingly enthusiastic Cheng family mother and son in the past two days, and quickly waved her hand and smiled, "I'd better give the old man the injection first."
"Thank you, Dr. Su. I'll have this guy drive Dr. Su home later."
After all, they were old neighbors. Cheng Yingxiang no longer refused. She smiled and patted Cheng Shengming on the shoulder and said, "This kid is only so useful now. Doctor Su must not be polite this time."
Su Tang was already very familiar with giving acupuncture to Mr. Cheng. For patients with paralysis, the most important thing was to nourish the liver and kidneys, promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and dredge the brain.
She lifted the hospital bed and let Mr. Cheng lie half-way on the bed. She took the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head and started inserting needles quickly.
Each time Su Tang inserts the needle, his movements are smooth and flowing, and sometimes the speed is so fast that it can even dazzle people. When ordinary Chinese medicine practitioners insert the needles into the acupoints on the top of the skull, they often need to shave the patient's head, but Su Tang does not need to do that at all.
Every time she inserted the needle, it was so precise, as if she was equipped with the latest mechanical chip.
Just when Cheng Shengming couldn't help but want to take out his mobile phone to take a video of Su Tang, sighing that today's young people are really amazing.
But suddenly, he heard a low cry from his mother, and at the same time, a vague and weak voice that seemed to have a big tongue came into Cheng Shengming's ears.
"Yingxiang, Xiang, Xiang...you, you, you are in the warehouse..."
With a silver needle still stuck in his head, Mr. Cheng tried hard to open his mouth and speak incoherently.
Cheng Yingxiang, who hadn't heard her husband speak for more than a year, burst into tears!
She had thought that her husband would never speak to her again in his life, but she didn't expect that when he was almost dying some time ago, he could now comb his hair and talk to her. Even though his speech was unclear, Cheng Yingxiang could still clearly understand what her husband was saying.
"It's not hard, it's not hard for me... Old Cheng, you must get better!"
Cheng Yingxiang's eyes were red and her voice was trembling.
Mr. Cang held Mr. Cheng's hands tightly with his wrinkled hands.
Master Cheng, whose hands had gradually regained some strength, shook hands again with force.
The scene of the two old men gazing at each other affectionately in the room moved not only Cheng Shengming, but also Su Tang.
Su Tang's eyes were red and she sighed in her heart. This was one of the reasons why she wanted to be a doctor from the beginning to the end, both in her previous life and in this life.
However, at this moment, Su Tang and others in the room did not notice a familiar figure standing at the door of the ward.
The guest Zhang Qiu, wearing a white coat and holding a medical record in his hand, was looking at Mr. Cheng with a serious face.
On the first day back to the department from another place, Ke Zhangqiu knew that a new junior doctor in the department had boldly accepted a patient with sequelae of a stroke. The patient had subarachnoid hemorrhage, paralyzed limbs and could not speak. When he came, he could hardly move his fingers, let alone raise his palms above his head, let alone speak vaguely.
But these days, when he accompanied Pan Yuhao, Xiong Wei and others to make rounds every morning, he could see that the patient with stroke sequelae was gradually getting better. At first, he wanted to help develop a treatment plan, but later he saw that the patient with stroke sequelae was getting better and better.
He then boldly let Su Tang treat him directly.
He also wanted to see what kind of surprises the fresh blood injected into the department would bring to the department, the patients, and himself.
I didn't expect that in just one week, the surprise turned into a shock.
Ke Zhangqiu's face was full of mixed emotions...
Are today's young people so amazing?
He is indeed old...
Ke Zhangqiu tapped lightly on the medical record book subconsciously, which was some of the small movements he used to do when he was thinking seriously.
About two minutes later.
Ke Zhangqiu turned around and left the door of Mr. Cheng's ward.
Since he wanted Pu Nei Ke to regain its former glory one day, he couldn't be too conservative about some things.
Since the young people are capable, this old man has to support them!
Ke Zhangqiu made up his mind to push Su Tang, turned around, picked up his phone, and called the previous director of the geriatric department, Wu.
“Beep, beep, beep…”
After a series of busy tones on the phone, a slightly old and tired female voice answered the phone: "Hello, I am Wu Zhongwei's wife. You must be his colleague. Zhongwei had a stroke six months ago and is unable to answer your call now. If you have anything to say, you can tell me directly."
"Hello, I am Zhang Qiu, a customer from the Department of General Internal Medicine. I used to work with Wu Zhongwei. This time I called to ask where Wu Zhongwei is being treated and whether his condition has improved recently."
Ke Zhangqiu spoke calmly and steadily, "If his condition has not improved recently, I have a doctor who treats stroke paralysis and would like to recommend him. He just treated a patient who had been paralyzed for a year and could not speak. Although the patient is still paralyzed in bed, he can talk to his family. I think this is a good opportunity. I wonder if you are willing to come to the general internal medicine department?"
The voice on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, and even when Ke Zhangqiu said that Master Cheng's condition had improved, his breathing unconsciously quickened.
"Thank you so much. You still remember to care about our Zhongwei after all this time... I will come to the general internal medicine department with my daughter tomorrow, thank you." Wu Zhongwei's wife couldn't help but hold the phone tightly on the phone, expressing her gratitude excitedly.
This is family. They won’t give up as long as there is a little hope.
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I watched my father in the hospital get better day by day, and in less than a week he was able to have a simple conversation with them.
Cheng Shengming's eyes shone with joy. Even the scandal involving a new employee in the company and the fact that he had to work overtime late into the night could not dampen his good mood.
Of course……
Another very important point is that he is now able to do it!!
He is no longer the 29 seconds he was a week ago!
You can get intimate with your dear wife right away.
"Hey, Manager Cheng, why are you so happy today? Everyone is working overtime, isn't it strange that you are smiling so happily? Is your wife pregnant?" Although everyone is working overtime, it is impossible for everyone to be sad.
Especially when they saw Cheng Shengming smiling so happily, some people subconsciously teased him.
"Tsk, what do you know?"
Cheng Shengming raised his eyebrows and casually snapped his fingers: "This is better than my wife being pregnant."
"What's the matter? Is Mr. Xie going to give you processing fees?" An employee asked distractedly while typing on the keyboard.
"Of course not. How can salary be compared with my wife's pregnancy?"
Cheng Shengming smiled and said, "My dad was hospitalized last week, but he is much better this week. He even talked to my mom this afternoon."
Everyone was surprised: "...?!"
They all work in the same office, especially Cheng Shengming who is their leader.
When Mr. Cheng had just had a stroke and was hospitalized, a group of people from the office even went to visit him with fruits. In addition, Cheng Shengming was a filial son and would mention his parents in the office from time to time.
Therefore, no one in Cheng Shengming's entire office did not know that Mr. Cheng had suffered a stroke and was paralyzed and unable to speak.
Two colleagues who have a good relationship with Cheng Shengming even went to visit Mr. Cheng privately last month.
They thought at the time that the old man might not be able to survive long and might pass away within this year.
I didn't expect that when I turned around, Mr. Cheng could speak again?
"Manager Cheng, congratulations!"
"Congratulations! I wish you a speedy recovery!"
"Manager Cheng, which famous doctor did you find? Can you introduce him to me? Someone in my family also had a stroke and became paralyzed, and he hasn't recovered yet."
There were people congratulating and asking questions. For a moment, the whole office was filled with noise, and the sound even spread outside along the floors.
A young man in a black suit with stern features just got off the elevator and heard noisy sounds in the office.
The man paused slightly and stopped at the elevator door.
Famous doctor, recovery, congratulations, these words came into the man's ears from far and near.
The man frowned slightly, thought for a moment and said, "Secretary Zhou, go and ask what's going on. Why is it so noisy working overtime so late at night?"
"Also... I seem to have heard someone talking about recovery or something like that. Can you help me find out..."
"Okay, Mr. Xie."
The secretary behind the man immediately nodded in agreement.
Five minutes later.
When Xie Zhuokai sat in the office and listened to Secretary Zhou's report, his face unconsciously became serious.
"You mean, Manager Cheng found a doctor to treat his father's stroke this time, and the progress was rapid? Not only can the paralyzed hand move, but he can even speak, right?"
"If I remember correctly, although Manager Cheng's father only had a stroke a year ago, his father seems to be much older than the old chairman, and his condition is more serious than the old chairman's?"
Xie Zhuokai thought for a moment and ordered, "Go to the Sixth Hospital tomorrow to express condolences to Manager Cheng's father on behalf of the company. Also, ask Manager Cheng about his father's recovery and who the doctor who can treat the sequelae of the stroke is."
"Okay, Mr. Xie." The secretary nodded in agreement.