Chapter 641

Chinese doctors are hard to deal with. To paraphrase the words of the old chairman, what doctors do on weekdays is to unite the majority and combat the isolated minority. Sometimes think about it, it looks like! This sentence is very suitable for medical doctors.

There is competition and cooperation between doctors.

For example, rescue, especially some large-scale rescue, sometimes even requires the joint efforts of all doctors in a hospital. Mutual cooperation must reach a certain tacit understanding in order to achieve results.

This is the most classic cooperation between doctors. I know what you want to do next, and you know what I want to do. Like a famous Internet saying, you know my length, I know your depth, and you can't be familiar anymore.

Competition also exists among doctors all the time. In the same department, if you advance the professional title earlier, you will master more resources earlier than other doctors.

If you become the director earlier, the doctor of your same year may have no way out in this hospital.

Therefore, competition and cooperation are interspersed in doctors' work and life all their life.

Therefore, it is not easy for a doctor to be recognized by most doctors in a hospital.

With his outstanding skills and sentiment that most people can't do, Lu asked the doctors of Qingda to send them off spontaneously. To tell the truth, it's too rare.

Technical people are conceited, while medical people are more conceited. There is a joke in the medical field.

He said that when a top leader of the Ministry of health inspected a hospital in a certain area, the president of the hospital could only gather nurses and administrative personnel in white coats to take a group photo.

Hospital doctors, for some reason, just don't go and don't give you this face. It's awesome. If you have the ability, you fired me. If you have the ability, you stop my operation.

As one of the best academician level doctors in Qingniao, Lu didn't say to seal the knife and quietly quit the clinic, but once he said it and was known, the movement was really big.

The doctors in the hospital didn't mention it first. Even the bluebird TV station remembered that they came. The long guns and short guns were set up in the hospital.

"Young man, make way, you're blocking the camera." Zhang Fan was treated as a passer-by and let him remember to pull away.

Although Zhang Fan was pulled aside as the background, looking at the beloved master in the crowd, he was really envious.

"Isn't this the highest level of a doctor!"

Lu Lao taught Zhang Fan the most important lesson in life with his practice. Like a beacon, he told Zhang Fan the direction of his future practice when he withdrew from clinical practice.

The road from the intensive care unit to the operating room was crowded with spontaneous medical staff. At the door of the operating room, there are some big men from all over the country.

The golden mean, West China, Xiangya, foreign-related, and most of them are from Daji, Lu's alma mater.

"Lu Yuan, have you really closed the knife?" At the door of the operating room, the chief director of the doctrine of the mean and general foreign studies, as a representative, held Lu Lao's hand.

Chinese medicine is divided into North and south, while the north school medicine is divided into China and the Soviet Union. Sometimes, the struggle for the right to speak in the academic community is really bloody.

Most of the hospitals in the north belong to the Soviet school, and the military hospitals are the foundation of the Chinese school. Originally, the two factions fought equally. As a result, Qiu Lao, who came back from Germany, took the lead in the earliest voice of Chinese surgery.

This is really a bit of a surprise. Therefore, the doctrine of the mean and the surgical boss of the military hospital are actually Lu Lao's competitors.

It is self-evident that Lu Lao's character and technology can enable competitors to come and deliver a journey thousands of miles away.

"If you're old and don't retire, you'll be a little old and not ashamed. I'm really sorry to work so hard for you!"

Lu Lao held the hand of the director of the golden mean University of general foreign studies, who had been his opponent all his life, and said with a smile.

This smile is like a smile devoid of gratitude and hatred.

"The contribution of Lu hospital in the medical field is obvious to all. As an old man, we can't justify it if we don't come.

Your achievements are a model for the latecomers of Chinese surgery. We are here to wish you a successful completion of your knife sealing work! "

It's like evaluating the work of Lu Lao for decades, the director of the golden mean said affectionately.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Younger martial brother, the critical moment..." the foreign-related master brother quietly walked to Zhang Fan and said softly in his ear.

"Well, OK, elder martial brother, I know."

The elder martial brother of magic capital was a little worried, so he told Zhang Fan in his ear.

After the greeting, Zhang Fan went to old Lu and said softly, "master, the operating room is ready."

"Well, I'll go first!" Old Lu smiled and said goodbye to everyone.

Then, Lu hospital and Zhang Fan entered the operating room one after another.

"Ah! You are not a help! " After Lao Lu and Zhang Fan left, the great director of the golden mean asked Master Zhang Fan curiously.

"Hehe, my younger martial brother, Zhang Fan is a help this time!"

"Oh! Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan! " The director of the golden mean spoke softly.

Sympathize with each other. There still has to be some competition. After fighting all his life, Lu Lao Feng Dao. To tell the truth, he has more happiness in his heart than emotion.

"Hey, hey, I'm just older than you. As a result, you quit first!"

Now Mr. Lu has retired, but Mr. Lu's academic and students still exist in the medical field. The next struggle is the next generation.

Therefore, when he heard that Zhang Fan was a help, the old man was concerned and remembered the common name.

The name is ordinary, but people are not ordinary at all. If you can be a help when Lu Fengdao, you can be regarded as a person who has taken the mantle.

As long as it is the normal development in the future, Zhang Fan is the person of Lu Lao's department. So, can the old man not care.

In the operating room, where old man Shan went, he took a kind of indifferent, a big deal and an unreasonable momentum.

"Why doesn't old man Lu come yet! You're all wearing masks. Why don't you put them on me? "

The old man sat on the operating table and didn't stop. He was in trouble with nurses and anesthesiologists.

He didn't stop for a moment. The others entered the operating room and went to the operating bed. They said they were not afraid, which was false.

The cold operating bed, all kinds of instruments making noises, and all kinds of bright metal instruments played by surgical nurses.

Just like taking him to the banquet immediately, knives, scissors, green towels, if there are a pair of chopsticks, it is really the same as taking him to the banquet.

People who are not afraid and not afraid are wonderful, and old man Shan is.

"The knife you took is sharp or not. Don't be unable to open it at that time. Come to the second knife again!"

"Hehe, old man, sit down and be careful to fall down."

"How high is this?..." It's good not to interrupt. As soon as I interrupted, the old man talked with the operation nurse.

"What is this, back then..."

When Zhang Fan entered the operating room, he saw the constipation expression of the little nurse, and then looked at the fearless posture of old man Shan. The sadness in his heart was directly blown away like the wind.