"Dr. Zhang, there were four new appendicitis patients admitted to the hospital yesterday, and they are all here." Zhao Pengcheng said with some embarrassment.

His own dean also plotted against others and wanted Zhang Yan to stay in Xicheng Hospital for more time, but the result...

Now there are not enough patients.

Although appendicitis is a common gastrointestinal disease, there is a limit. Especially in this era, when information is underdeveloped, they have no other good way to find more patients.

I can only call my classmates and friends and ask them to introduce patients with appendicitis.

Yesterday, after a long call in their department, they found three patients with appendicitis, and the remaining one was admitted to the hospital for treatment on his own.

"It's okay, nothing can be achieved overnight. We can set a small goal first, such as collecting 100 appendicitis patients.

First, a statistical comparative analysis was conducted on one hundred appendicitis patients.

Then slowly expand to a thousand or even ten thousand.

This is a long process." Zhang Yan didn't care at all and in turn comforted Zhao Pengcheng.

After Zhang Yan finished speaking, everyone was a little confused.

The small goal is okay, a hundred, it shouldn't be difficult if everyone works hard, but a thousand appendicitis patients, not to mention others, even Zhao Pengcheng, who has been a doctor for such a long time, has not dealt with a thousand appendicitis patients.

It was too exaggerated and made everyone feel powerless.

"Yes, yes! Doctor Zhang is right. We have now completed the diagnosis and treatment of twelve patients with appendicitis, and have completed more than one-tenth of the small goal.

I believe that as long as we work hard, we will definitely be able to complete the first small goal soon." Zhao Pengcheng hurriedly smoothed things over.

"I know, you must feel that when I say one thousand or ten thousand, I am exaggerating. This goal is simply impossible to achieve." Zhang Yan glanced at everyone and said with a smile.

"Well, Doctor Zhang, since the establishment of our hospital, the total number of appendicitis patients we have treated has not exceeded one thousand." Wan Kaimin said with a smile.

"Yes! I know this. In fact, it's not just you. I'm afraid that old hospitals like Union Hospital and Peking University can say that they have treated more than a thousand appendicitis patients.

However, this does not prevent us from achieving this goal.

Yes, of course it cannot be accomplished by our hospital alone.

But think about it, everyone, after we have accumulated a hundred patients, the treatment plan we formed can be used as a reference?"

"Of course this exists!

Moreover, it has very high guiding significance for the diagnosis and treatment of appendicitis." Zhao Pengcheng nodded seriously.

"After we have completed the diagnosis and treatment of a hundred appendicitis patients, we will sort out and conduct statistical analysis on the data of these patients. Can the obtained diagnosis and treatment plan be made public?

Or even attract general surgeons from other hospitals to study?

Or should we simply hold a seminar on the diagnosis and treatment of appendicitis and invite general surgery experts from across the country to attend the meeting?" Zhang Yan asked with a smile.

"Okay! This is totally feasible!" Zhao Pengcheng's eyes lit up.

He had already guessed what Zhang Yan was going to say, and he suddenly became excited.

He first said: "Then we can entrust these hospitals to diagnose and treat appendicitis according to our standards, and record them according to our standards.

Finally, these records will be fed back, and we will summarize and organize based on these records."

"Director Zhao is right!

The power of one of us and a hospital is limited, but we have countless colleagues and colleagues from hospitals across the country. We can mobilize the power of the people to accomplish this feat." Zhang Yan nodded with a smile.

Not bad, everyone has learned to answer quickly.

After some encouragement, Zhang Yan left Xicheng Hospital.

As for those general surgical operations, Zhang Yan would naturally not be allowed to perform them again.

Xicheng Hospital doesn't have many surgeries anymore. If Zhang Yan is given another one, will they still do it?

Their doctors also need surgeries to practice and hone their surgical skills.

Back at Red Star Hospital, Zhang Yan washed his hands and came to the second floor.

"How do you feel?" Zhang Yan asked the old man with a smile.

"Doctor, thank you. My back pain is much better and my legs are not so painful anymore." The old man replied with a smile.

"The swelling on my dad's legs has also gone away a bit." A middle-aged woman said next to him.

This is the old man's eldest daughter-in-law, here to take care of the old man.

I have to say that the old man's life is still very happy. Although he has worked hard all his life and bent over for the sake of his family and children, his children are very filial.

"It's good if it works. I'll give the old man some massage and then do acupuncture." Zhang Yan nodded with a smile.

Today, the old man's psoas muscles are much looser than yesterday. They are no longer as stiff as a stone like yesterday.

Of course, compared to normal people's psoas muscles, they are still very stiff.

Point, pick up, knead, press, press, flick, pull out and massage it, Zhang Yan also started to sweat a little.

Giving massage to an elderly person is more laborious than giving massage to five ordinary waist, neck and shoulder patients.

After Zhang Yan washed his hands again, he waited for a while before starting to give the old man acupuncture again.

Twenty minutes after leaving the needle in place, Zhang Yan took the needle and told the old man's eldest daughter-in-law: "Just continue to take the medicine prescribed yesterday."

"Doctor, how many times should you drink that medicine a day?"

"One dose a day, take it all at once!"

After Zhang Yan finished explaining, he returned to his office.

"Brother Zhang, the wine you requested has been delivered to the pharmacy!" Zhao Shengli reported.

"Okay, I understand!" Zhang Yan nodded, stood up directly, and came to the pharmacy room.

Zhang Yan took inventory of the things and found that the jars were not enough.

"Liang Yan, go to the warehouse of the logistics department and ask if there is a porcelain altar of this size? Ask them to send dozens of them over." Zhang Yan gestured to Liang Yan and said.

"What if not?"

"No, let them arrange for someone to buy it. It was your grandfather who arranged it." Zhang Yan explained with a smile.

"Understood!" Liang Yan said with a sweet smile.

Liang Yan naturally knew that if Zhang Yan arranged it, the logistics department might not take it seriously, but if her grandfather arranged it, the people in the logistics department would definitely arrange for someone to purchase it as soon as possible.

"It can be used if it's slightly larger or smaller." Zhang Yan warned again.

"Okay! I understand!" Liang Yan pushed Lao Liangtou's bicycle and left the Red Star Hospital.

"Brother Zhang, why do you still need a jar?" Zhao Shengli asked curiously.

"The jar is naturally for brewing medicinal wine.

Do you think that when making medicinal wine, you just throw the medicinal materials directly into the wine?" Zhang Yan said with a smile.

"Isn't that so?" Zhao Shengli asked doubtfully.

"Of course not. If it were that simple, this medicinal wine wouldn't be precious.
Chapter completed!