Great Doctor Ling Ran

Meng Shan made some preparations and took the early flight to Beijing.

On the morning flight from Guangdong to Beijing, full of elites in suits and leather suits, Meng Shan sat in business class, met the people next to him, and looked at the people behind him. Everyone with broken legs, broken arms or waist had to come to me.

After pride, it was inexplicable emptiness.

In recent days, Meng Shan has not done much surgery, and Dongke's business is also weak.

Of course, Dongke's previous business was not much. Every day, it was to show a cold to children, make teeth, or do medical examinations for pregnant women. What you make is money for people who don't want to line up.

When it comes to surgery, most of the middle class can't afford it. Meng Shan is too lazy to make money, like the Putian Department, cutting tens of thousands of pieces of raw meat, and dividing it into sales and doctors, it is too difficult.

What Meng Shan wants to develop more is actually the group of domestic super-cow business insurance, that is, the group of people flying around.

In the past, Meng Shan liked to look at the people around him, and even observe their movement gait. In this way, when it is necessary to perform surgery on such people, it can be relatively accurate.

"I knew I wouldn't find anything for myself." Meng Shan looked at it, her mouth bitter.

Tossing Ling Ran is Meng Shan's idler for his layout. At least at the time, he felt like he was idle.

Where can you think of, one of my casual sons actually turned back.

Repentance or something was fleeting in Meng Shan's mind.

He now wants to go to the capital and ask Ling Ran to talk about it, apologize or something, and calm down the matter.

The reason for looking for Ling Ran instead of Qi's was naturally because Meng Shan knew that Qi's asking price must be very high.

A local boss like the Qi family, once they have the upper hand, is not satisfied with a piece of meat. What's more, Meng Shan didn't have much meat to bite each other.

In contrast, Meng Shan felt that Ling Ran should be more persuasive, and to no avail, sending him a car or the like must be satisfied.

Meng Shan thought of it, and there was some pain.

A car is a lot of money, although he knows that Ling Ran drives a Jetta on weekdays, but if he wants to say goodbye, he must start with a b-class car. If you take into account the factors of apology and compensation, it won't work. You have to send a Mercedes that does not leak oil.

Honestly, even if I went to a private hospital, Meng Shan is the director-level income of the top three hospitals, and it certainly will not reach the income of the director of orthopedics.

Really want to pay such a large sum of money, Meng Shan is also planning to look at it again.

He thought about it all the way, his frowning was going to break the skin, just got off the plane, rubbed his face in the bathroom, rearranged his clothes, and listened to the small suitcase all the way, like a middle-aged man who was weak, stayed up late and stayed away from the opposite **** Like a welcome pilot, he quickly left the airport and went to the airport to meet his old classmate in Beijing.

"Old black." Meng Shan and the old classmates' hands clenched tightly.

The harder it is, the more we feel the friendship between our classmates is precious.

When Meng Shan was studying well, she had less contact with her old classmates. After all, she spent more time with books and less time with people.

Meng Shan took Lao Hei's hand, shook it vigorously, and looked him up and down.

Laohei is already a typical middle-aged doctor. He has dark circles and bags under his eyes and deformed fingers. He has obviously paid less for medicine these years. However, as far as Meng Shan knows, Lao Hei's medical path is not too smooth, at least not as smoothly as he did.

Except for the job found in the establishment in Beijing, the doctor of Lao Hei did not do well. Until now, he is still an internally hired deputy senior. The so-called internal appointment means that the number of deputy seniors in the hospital is insufficient. Reached the line of the deputy high. After a few years, the hospital will temporarily give the same treatment. Compared with the normal deputy high, it seems that the difference is not bad, but it is quite different, which is equivalent to the deputy high outside the establishment.

In Beijing, conditions like Lao Hei cannot be said to be good.

However, Lao Hei is a sociable and optimistic person. Even if there is something wrong with the spine, he still straightens his waist and has a cheerful face.

"It's not easy to see you. How long can I stay here this time?" Laohe patted Meng Shan's shoulder, and said, "I've arranged to the hotel in front of our hospital. Don't think it's a bad grade, this condition ..."

"Will I come to the hotel by myself?" Meng Shan was still polite, and when Lao He insisted, he promised and sighed again. "I was pecked by Yaner this time. People said it was said. "

"I heard about you." Lao Hei didn't hide it. "The old class called me and asked if I could do anything."

"The old class is very good." Meng Shan said, can not help but with a nostalgic tone, said: "When I was in medical school, I thought it would be enough to be a doctor, I did not expect to be a doctor, things are so complicated."

"Well ... what do you want to do?" Old Black was also a little immersed in the memories of his school days.

Meng Shan shook his head, and said helplessly: "How can you do it? Go see Ling Ran first and see how he bids."

He didn't say what he was going to give to a car. This kind of thing is best done in private, even if he is an old classmate, there is no need to say so detailed.

Lao Hei could not help but lead Meng Shan to the parking lot, and said in the mouth: "Ling Ran was recently at the Beijing No. 6 Hospital. I asked someone and said it was a flying knife and then stopped."

"What happened?" Meng Shan rejoiced suddenly.

If Ling Ran had an accident, especially if there was a medical accident, his side would be relaxed, and there would be more room for mediation.

Lao He shrugged: "The specific situation is not very clear, but the flying knife that was made should be fine on the surface. It has been seen by doctors at other hospitals. It is said that the prognosis is very good."

Meng Shan skimmed his mouth: "The prognosis of liver cancer is difficult to say. It can't be seen by looking at the surface ..."

Speaking of this, Meng Shan suddenly felt that it was not necessary to rush to see Ling Ran.

He looked next and asked, "Lao Hei, are there any ways you can take me to see that patient, that is, the patient who Ling Ran opened a flying knife."

"Simple." Old Hei answered extremely happy.

It was at the Sixth House that Meng Shan knew why Lao He agreed so happily.

Not only did the six hospitals not block the news and restrict the visit, on the contrary, the six hospitals intentionally transferred the patients who had undergone surgery in Ling Ran to an independent intensive care unit. As long as the doctors in the external hospitals pretend to register, they can be separated. Glass visit.

It ’s a bit more complicated if you want specific information or lift the patient, but the Medical and Political Department of the Sixth Hospital is also a convenient door. As long as you get the certificate, you can enter it within the prescribed time. Patients and their families can also enter. All of them have signed agreements, and don't dislike having a large number of medical staff in and out.

Meng Shan followed Lao Hei to look at the patient, the video data, and the data of physical and chemical examinations over the past few days. Looking at each item, Meng Shan was speechless.

He is doing sports medicine, but ordinary medical examinations are also okay. For a liver cancer patient's postoperative condition, a little check of the information can tell me.

But in front of me, this is clearly beyond expectations.

"Dr. Ling's technology really doesn't have to say that the patient recovered very well."

Meng Shan and Lao Hei stood in front of the glass wall and heard the word "Ling", and their ears rose.

"How to do this step in liver cancer surgery is technically nothing to be picky about. Very few livers have been removed by patients, and liver function has recovered very quickly, especially for older patients. Dr. Ling's surgical method can be said to be very practical ... "

"It's not just practical ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Such a surgical method actually has considerable promotion value, not only during the operation, but many people may not be able to grasp it, but otherwise , All the series of surgical treatments are also very particular. "

Meng Shan followed the words, and she could see the side faces of the two talking doctors.

He made a little discrimination and recognized it.

Turning his head, Meng Shan whispered opposite the old black with an inquiry: "One is Ling Ran's doctor, and the other is Xu Wen of the Sixth Hospital."

"I've seen Xu Wen." Lao Hei stopped talking, and after listening to the conversation between the two, he couldn't help saying: "I didn't expect him to lick like this."

"Chess meet your opponents." Meng Shan's face disdain, even more alarm bells in his heart.

Even simple people, who have been licked over the years, may become proud. Now it seems that if they want to simply convince Ling Ran, they should be better than the two in front of them in terms of verbal preparation.

Meng Shan's brow frowned slightly. This was not an easy task.