Back at the emergency building of the First Hospital of the Municipal Hospital, Zheng Ren waved his hand to say goodbye to Director Ding.

Director Ding has adjusted his mentality and looked at Zheng Ren with a smile and said, "Doctor Zheng, I am very optimistic about you. If you have any requirements, come to me directly. I can do anything ordinary."

Zheng Ren smiled and nodded.

Without rushing to go back to the emergency room, Zheng Ren first went to Director Pan's office.

Knocking on the door, people are there.

Zheng Ren pushed the door and went in.

Director Pan is wearing glasses and is reading a magazine.

Zheng Ren glanced at it and it seemed to be a medical journal, but he didn't see the name.

"Director, I'm back." Zheng Ren said with a bow and raised his hands.

"Sit down." Director Pan took off his reading glasses and looked at Zheng Ren and said, "Tell you something, Mr. Fu Guang has resigned."

"Oh." Zheng Ren replied.

"Hmm?" Old Director Pan asked in surprise, "Do you know?"

"Su Yun said that he would persuade him to resign after he came back, this is the bottom line." Zheng Ren said.

Director Pan looked at Zheng Ren with great interest, smiled, and did not continue to talk about this.

"I heard from Xiao Su that you have done two scientific research in the imperial capital and are about to publish it in foreign magazines?" Director Pan asked.

"It's all Su Yun doing it, I'm only responsible for the surgery." Zheng Ren said.

"This is a big deal, so you have to pay more attention." Director Pan took off his glasses and said, "The burden on you is indeed a bit heavy. I'm thinking about how to reduce the burden on you. Do you have any ideas?"

"I'm fine here, like yesterday's situation, it's not common." Zheng Ren put his hands on his knees and sat straight.

"That's not what I said." Director Pan said: "Yesterday in the operating room, Director Kong of the Imperial Capital said he wanted to find you to do a national-level scientific research?"

"Yes." Zheng Ren nodded, "Director Kong said that in the future, I will prepare twenty patients with nodule liver cancer every month. I will go to the capital for one to two days of surgery as part of scientific research."

"Yes." Director Pan's fingers hit the Guan Zhu Pian that was put aside and fell into deep thought.

"The difficulties can be overcome." Zheng Ren said seriously.

Director Pan continued to remain silent, thinking about something.

At this time, the landline in the yard rang.

Director Pan answered the phone.

"It's me."

"Hmm? OK. But we need people, we must be able to work, and don't stuff messy people into me."

"I understand, please report as soon as possible."

Director Pan hung up the phone, looked at Zheng Ren with a smile, and said, "You are growing up very quickly, I am very relieved."

"Is it a matter of transferring people?"

"Yeah." Director Pan responded, "Ding Zhongtai said that he had already reported this matter to Dean Xiao and had to transfer two doctors. In this way, you should be much more relaxed."

"Um."

"Two people, plus Yang Lei and Chang Yue, each shift is one for four days." Director Pan calculated, "If the operation is done, you can go with Su Yun, and you can be on duty separately."

Zheng Ren suddenly felt much more relaxed.

"Su Yun's level is OK," asked Director Pan.

This should not have been asked from the chief director.

Human rights are the most important rights. To give a young doctor a hospitalization is a major event in his career.

But Director Pan had no idea of ​​taking it all, and he habitually discussed this kind of thing with Zheng Ren.

Zheng Renluo hesitated for a moment.

"In ordinary minor surgery, Su Yun's surgical level should be the level of Director Sun. Thoracic surgery... His level is fine. I heard in the capital that he had a heart transplant on mice during his graduate school years and should be able to cope with emergency treatment."

Director Pan's pupils shrank.

Can I do a heart transplant, but is it okay?

Although it was an experimental operation, I didn't expect that Su Yun was more capable than he thought.

However, Director Pan quickly adjusted his emotions and said with a smile: "Put more energy into scientific research. A molding technique can save countless lives in the next few decades."

"OK."

As he was talking, Director Pan's landline rang again.

As soon as I picked up the receiver, a series of roars came from the other side of the phone. The loud sound was so loud that you didn't have to put the receiver in your ear to hear it.

It was a department director who called to fight with Director Pan.

Zheng Ren had no choice but to spread his hands and smiled.

Nowadays, there are shortages of people everywhere in the hospital. Many internal medicine doctors don’t talk about a shift for three days, but the second-tier line also needs to go outpatient clinics during the day, see 180 patients, and have to be on duty when they come back at night.

This situation is unchanged in the foreseeable future.

Although with the expansion of university enrollment, more and more undergraduates have studied medicine, the number of students applying for the exam in recent years has declined. Moreover, after graduation, it would be good that 70% of the people who really work in clinical work can be.

The overall hospital environment is sinister, and many people give up this promising job during college.

Even if you choose clinical practice, most of them choose departments with relatively low risks such as oral and tumors.

There is basically a shortage of personnel in every department, and it is undoubtedly a violation of the "reverse scale" of the department directors.

But Zheng Ren knew that in Haicheng First Hospital, who was Director Pan afraid of?

If he can slam the table with Dean Fu and scold his mother for coming, will he care about these department directors?

After some verbal talk, Director Pan easily won.

After hanging up the phone, the old director did not have the aftermath of anger after scolding him, but was extremely happy.

Zheng Ren stared at Director Pan blankly, not understanding why.

"Newcomer, come and report tomorrow morning. You should prepare to join the flexible second-tier class." Director Pan said.

Obviously, he had a slept with a long time ago.

The flexible second-tier class means you don’t need to stay in the hospital all year round.

Although it does not meet the overall hospitalization process, there must be a soil in places like Haicheng First Hospital.

Even the people on duty are not qualified, so it is just a joke to copy the general hospitalization system of large hospitals.

Especially in places like emergency departments.

Zheng Ren smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"When I go back to see the ward, I should pay attention to several patients after the operation. Especially the patient who fell from a high altitude, although the situation is stable, I cannot be careless." Director Pan reminded.

Zheng Ren took the order and left, and on the way, he couldn't wait to send the news of the flexible second-tier class to Xie Yiren.

Back in the emergency room, Professor Rudolph slept soundly in the duty room, snoring loudly.

Zheng Ren suddenly felt a little lucky. If there was no emergency room last night, he would probably have been sleepless all night.

Chang Yue is still busy, and seven or eight postoperative patients can make a doctor fail to break down.

Moreover, writing work is only part of it. Changing the dressing, medical advice, communicating with the family, paying attention to which family has more affairs and which one is easier to talk to. These require extremely rich clinical experience to complete.
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