Great Doctor Ling Ran

In the afternoon, a heavy rain washed Yunhua.

The whole white Yunhua Hospital glows against the blue sky, and several large steel structures on the roof are painted like new ones.

A large advertisement on the front of the Medical Technology Building is promoting laparoscopic surgery, holding the equipment in blue gloves. In a thunderstorm, it looks like the equipment of an evil doctor, and it looks like a small toy of an innocent boy under the blue sky and white clouds.

Family cars slowly drove away from the parking lot, leaving the downstairs of the hospital a few hours ago, and began to become empty.

Driving her little Jetta, Ling Ran drove directly into the berth of the emergency department of the hospital's underground parking lot. The surrounding berths are already full of cars. As long as there is no empty space in the middle of the blue line, you know that all directors and deputy directors of the emergency department are at work. It can be seen that yesterday was a peaceful day.

In the emergency building, there are always full of patients, family members and busy medical staff.

Ling Ran greeted as he walked. He is very accustomed to such scenes, especially every year when school starts and ends, countless girls will say all kinds of strange words and do all kinds of strange things.

The cloud doctor is obviously more sensible than the school. Perhaps it is not a long time to leave, and there is even no way to send letters or flowers.

Ling Ran smoothly came to the office, and found Director Huo was not there. He greeted the doctors who were staying in the office. He lay down comfortably on the chair and turned on the computer to see the latest situation in the department.

In the WeChat group he didn't know, there was a piece of information, which was quickly refreshed.

"# 位置 #Dr. Ling has arrived at the parking lot."

"Little Jetta is so cute."

"Wash it clean"

"Dr. Ling definitely likes this car. I want to see Dr. Ling's sweaty car wash."

"Wow, in such a hot day, you need to take off your clothes with sweat."

"# 位置 # has entered the emergency department."

"I'll see Dr. Ling again."

"So nervous."

"Look at the photos of the provincial classmates last time, and they did not take photos of our hospital."

"# 位置 # Arrived at the office."

"Roll the dice, roll the sieve."

"set off!"

...

The office door was gently pushed open. Little nurse Su Mengxue came in with a probe, holding a magazine in her hand and shouted in surprise: "Dr. Ling, you are really here."

"Just came back." Ling Ran's expression was also very relaxed. When he was at the Bone Joint and Sports Medicine Center, he felt so anxious when he saw so many empty beds. There is no such anxiety in Yunyi, which is about the same as the difference between buffet and home-cooked meals.

"It's good that Dr. Ling is back." Su Mengxue sighed softly, and the young girl's youthful breath rushed towards her.

"Yogurt?" Ling Ran dug out a bottle from the table and handed it to Su Mengxue.

"Enn." Su Mengxue got her hand, remembered her task, and said, "Dr. Ling, your paper has been published."

With that said, she put the already warm two magazines in her arms in front of Ling Ran.

The upper one is the Chinese Journal of Hand Surgery, and the lower one is the Journal of Massage and Rehabilitation Medicine.

A small paper crane was stacked on the outside of the two periodicals. Riding in the middle of the magazine, you could see Ling Ran's article when you opened it.

Published in "Journal of Massage and Rehabilitation Medicine" is "Exploration of 450 Key Points of Cervical Massage". The influence is very weak. It can only be said that a paper has been published, but it is used for promotion or filling. If it does, it will not affect it. It is still a piece of paper. For clinicians who are difficult to publish an article, it is a golden mean.

The "Chinese Journal of Hand Surgery" is different. The influence is not high. It is equivalent to two articles and is cited once a year. However, this data can be said to be quite good in Chinese journals, with an impact factor exceeding 1.0. There are few clinical medical journals in China. The focus is on its Chinese brand, and it takes time for peers to have face. "Exploring the key points of tang suture surgery" was not a very strong article, it was a very cost-effective choice.

Of course, for a little doctor, the publication of any paper is precious.

The promotion of professional titles in many hospitals, including Yunyi, follows the scoring principle. The scoring includes various plus and minus points. The basic principle is normal work and normal overtime. When listening to the leadership, there are no omissions, no After a successful complaint, you can get 75 to 80 points, and promotion usually requires about 85 points. At this time, you need an article, a reward, a new scientific research result, and so on.

If it is possible to publish two papers, it will be an opportunity for ordinary doctors to go straight up and even break the rules.

However, it is tiring to publish two papers, whether it is a general journal or a core journal. Few doctors in general regional hospitals can do this.

Normal operation, if it is not to spend money to buy a thesis, or to abuse a small doctor to write a thesis for yourself, the normal operation of a normal doctor is to write about two papers in five years, so as not to delay the normal process of appraising titles.

Su Mengxue looked at Ling Ran admiringly at this moment, saying: "Dr. Ling is too great, two papers were written in one breath."

"A lot of people helped." Ling Ran told the truth.

Su Mengxue blinked her eyes, and said very earnestly: "If you get more help, you will lose your way."

When the doctors in the office heard this, they were shocked: Oh, this idiom can still be used like this ...

Looking at such a beautiful little nurse, looking at Ling Ran with adoring eyes, praising him with all his thoughts, even a middle-aged doctor, some want to call God's justice unfair.

"Dr. Ling, then I'm going back." Su Mengxue waved his hands reluctantly, looking very cute.

Ling Ran smiled and nodded, and then took out a chocolate from the drawer, handed it to Su Mengxue, and smiled: "I brought it back, try it."

"Uh-huh." Su Mengxue left the office like a sweet honey.

Ling Ran looked down at his thesis.

Articles that have only been slightly revised have basically maintained their original intent. Compared with the papers of the same period, they are about mid-range. Articles in clinical medicine are just a summary of experience and not very good for publication.

Several doctors in the office congratulate again, some people follow the trend, some people are really envious.

For most doctors, writing a dissertation is harder than doing 100 surgeries, let alone two.

Jingle Bell.

The landline in the office shuffled everyone's thoughts.

One person picked up, "Hmm" twice, his expression became serious.

"A public emergency." The doctor dropped the phone and said, "Everyone goes to the rescue room to report."

"How old?" The doctors all stood up.

"Third level, larger." There are grades for public emergencies, first level is a major event, second level is a major event, and third level is a major event. Larger refers to a case where three people died or were critical in one event. For a city like Yunhua, it needs to be taken seriously, but it is not uncommon.

According to the requirements of Yunhua Hospital, when such an incident occurs, not only the emergency department should be dispatched, but other departments should also send people over immediately when they receive the news.

Ling Ran put down the magazine in his hand, and tore up a white coat, and followed everyone quickly.

In the rescue room, I saw a group of doctors inside, waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

Huo Congjun stood in front of the crowd, his eyes were firm, his white coat was blown up by the air conditioner, like a cloak.

Next to him are directors such as Director Du and Tao, and young and middle-aged adults such as Zhao Leyi and Zuo Liangcai attending the attendants. They are well-trained.

Dr. Zhou was in the corner with several resident doctors. He knelt on a stool with one leg, half the weight of his body, lowered his head, juggled his cell phone with one eye, and observed the surroundings with the other.

Ling Ran immediately walked over and patted Dr. Zhou's shoulder from behind, saying hello.

Dr. Zhou scaredly flew the phone out, turned around and saw Ling Ran, and said rudely, "I ’m scared when I return without a gift?"

"I Taobao bought local souvenirs, and they will arrive in the afternoon." Ling Ran still had some experience in purchasing gifts.

Dr. Zhou pinched his mouth: "Then you're going to have a big bleeding."

"I wish the academician gave me the surgery fee ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ more than 100 yuan."

"More than a hundred are enough ..." Dr. Zhou paused, feeling wrong, and asked, "How much did you take?"

"Thirty-one thousand and fifty-five." Ling Ran answered accurately.

"You did three hundred surgeries?" Dr. Zhou felt sore after thinking about it.

"Not so many, some operations cost a little more. Less than 200 in total." Ling Ran used to say, and asked: "What is the specific event, you know?"

Dr. Zhou touched his chin and whispered, "I heard the news that the robber ran away in a retrograde car and collided with a car. Three people died on the spot. The robber was injured and sent over."

"Well ..." Ling Ran looked at a group of doctors around him and said, "So, in fact, we can't get on the battlefield?"

Dr. Zhou affirmed: "I definitely don't need me ..."

"Ling Ran!" Huo Congjun knew that Ling Ran was coming and shouted, "Come and pick up the car together."