Chapter 1887 Practice Greeting Boss Zheng

earn money!

These two words are more sensitive.

Everyone wants to make money, but they are not too embarrassed to say these two words.

Gentlemen love fortune, in a proper way.

However, under the current environment, most of the doctors in the past few years were still supported by gray income. The past two years have been better, but doctors of the same level cannot compare with doctors in other countries in terms of income.

Xia Hua glanced at the patient's family, the anesthetist knew what Xia Hua meant, he smiled, stopped talking, and quickly sent the patient to the ICU.

After placing the patient, Xia Hua told the ICU doctor about Boss Zheng's instructions, and then left with the anesthesiologist.

"Brother Huang, how do you say Boss Zheng makes money?"

"Guess." The anesthesiologist asked mysteriously.

"Salary plus bonus, even if it is high in the imperial capital, twenty to thirty thousand a month. Drugs... are basically dead now. Consumables... After the two-invoice system and next year's zero bonus, there will be no oil and water. Flying knife, now surgeons are basically It all depends on flying knives." Xia Hua said.

"The eyelids are really shallow." The anesthetist said proudly, "Boss Zheng earns his money by lecturing!"

"lecture?"

"The new TIPS operation project has already opened two student classes." The anesthesiologist said: "I heard from a classmate of mine that he works in Jizhong, and the director of their interventional department just went to study."

How much money would there be? Xia Hua didn't understand what the anesthetist meant.

Seeing Xia Hua's bewildered expression, the anesthesiologist felt proud. This is what he wanted.

When I first heard the news, I should have been more surprised than Xia Hua.

"Let me tell you this, my classmate is in a well-known tertiary hospital in Jizhong, which has more beds than us." The anesthetist said, "The director of the interventional department was called by Director Zhou from the imperial capital."

Xia Hua could imagine it.

That side is close to the imperial capital, and you can get there in a few hours by train. People in the imperial capital go out to throw knives without taking a plane, and you will arrive directly by high-speed rail.

However, the imperial capital is a top-notch hospital, and Xia Hua yearns for it.

The director didn't even dare to think that when he could get the call from the chief director of a hospital of the level of Imperial Capital liver and gallbladder, he would be very powerful.

"He didn't want to go at first, because there was too much work at home, and he couldn't keep busy. But then Director Zhou got angry right away! Call him and scold him."

"Brother Huang, this is too exaggerated." Xia Hua watched the anesthetist's cheerful gossip, and interrupted him helplessly, "Did you guess the part about being scolded?"

"Look, it's true that you have shallow eyelids." The anesthetist smiled and said, "That's what the director of the interventional department said at the wine table after he returned."

"..."

"I'm very proud, the spit flies several meters," said the anesthesiologist.

"..."

"He said that he didn't know what happened on the first day. Director Zhou called them all at six o'clock in the morning. Guess what to practice?"

"What?" Xia Hua was stunned, still practicing?

"Practice to meet Boss Zheng!"

"..."

This time Xia Hua was really about to cry.

Boss Zheng will come as soon as he comes, why should he practice.

"At the beginning, the director was not happy. But the courageous director Zhou of the imperial capital said that when he went to visit Boss Zheng, he had to stand and wait in the corridor. The only person who had a seat, guess who it was ?”

The imperial capital, the big director, have to stand in the corridor like a little doctor waiting for Boss Zheng? This shelf is too big.

Xia Hua thought about the scene at that time, and yearned in his heart, people just don't care.

"At that time, Boss Zheng came out with a chair, and he only sat on it for the lame manager of the consumables dealer just now."

Xia Hua felt that he must be exhausted and had auditory hallucinations.

The daring director of the imperial capital is standing aside, how dare that little consumables dealer sit down? Boss Zheng is not using bean buns as dry food.

He swallowed hard, and whispered: "This thing is a bit too much."

"He is of a good standard. Later, it is said that Director Zhou Chunyong said it when he saw off the directors from various places. He patted his chest and said that he was convinced."

"ah?"

You don't even have a chair, and you're still convinced? Could it be that the manager of the lame consumables dealer is also some kind of master?

"Director Zhou said, after inquiring about it later, his leg was during the earthquake relief... You didn't go, did you?"

"No."

"Boss Zheng was the first to enter the epicenter, but before the road was opened, he carried the wounded out despite the aftershocks, and started rescue directly at the nearest Pengxi Township Hospital."

Xia Hua was silent.

"There are so many wounded, how many consumables do you think a township hospital can have. Boss Zheng made a phone call, and that manager Xiao Feng opened their company's warehouse, and went straight there with all the consumables."

"I was shot through my thigh by a steel bar halfway, and I drove to Pengxi Township Hospital with support, and I went into shock."

Xia Hua had no experience, and couldn't think of it. But just listening to it brought tears to my eyes.

"Director Zhou said, as long as Manager Xiao Feng doesn't do anything outrageous, he will use Manager Feng's consumables for the liver and gallbladder in the imperial capital, at least from their ward."

The anesthetist smiled and said, "Just talking nonsense, not about the lectures. Among these students, the domestic directors are all forced in by Director Zhou, because of his relationship with Boss Zheng."

"..."

These words were too ridiculous, but Xia Hua didn't say anything, there were too many unbelievable things, and he could no longer accept them.

"At that time, foreign professors were the most paid, with a tuition fee of 300,000 US dollars per person. It is said that the second batch has risen to 500,000 US dollars, and there is no place left. When they heard the price, the group of directors felt that they would welcome Boss Zheng. It should be. Take a bow, 300,000, or US dollars, wouldn't you want to change it for you?"

Xia Hua continued to burst into tears.

"Teaching two lectures and watching a few operations, Boss Zheng will earn 100 million yuan less! It is Professor Gao's favor that he came to perform the operation on your old man. Who wants you for three melons and two dates?" said the anesthetist. Finally, this is the point.

Is that true?

If the anesthetist had said this a few hours... or even two hours ago, Xia Hua would not have believed it.

But now, Xia Hua has no doubts at all.

The surgery done by others is really awesome!

Laparoscopic surgery + interventional surgery directly "fished" a critically ill patient who needed a second-stage surgery.

I didn't expect this kind of surgery, let alone my initial diagnosis was wrong.

Xia Hua was silent.

"Xiao Xia, your old man is very lucky. I think he can live another year." The anesthesiologist said, "By the way, don't forget to call the anesthesiology department and say that you need an emergency consultation in case you are not breathing on the stage. , need emergency intubation."

"Oh, oh, I'll do it as soon as I go to the operating room."

Although these words are a bit unlucky, they are all doctors and have long been used to it.

No matter how many auspicious words you say, it is not as good as a good operation. The anesthetist just wanted to see the operation, to get a taste of Boss Zheng's spirit.

Xia Hua understands this.