Ling Ran walked to the ICU, asked about the condition of Jin Huo who had just been brought in, and gave him medical advice.

The young doctor in the ICU agreed with a grimace, looking helpless.

If this were a medical bureau in Japan, the entire ICU would probably be fighting tooth and nail to resist the invasion of the emergency department. However, in China, the gap between departments certainly exists, but for high-end doctors, it is nothing more than

Jumping distance.

Most doctors just want to protect their own safety and do not interfere with the work of other departments. When necessary, it depends on their own methods.

Within Cloud Medicine, small departments such as ICU, hepatobiliary surgery, or digestive surgery are all typically disadvantaged departments. Compared with large departments such as general surgery, orthopedics, or emergency department, they are not at all disadvantaged.

For example, in hand surgery, Director Jinxi is a member of the Surgery Branch of the Chinese Medical Association, the chairman of the Surgical Professional Committee of the Changxi Provincial Branch of the Chinese Medical Association, and a member of the National Evaluation Committee for Microsurgery Professional Skills of the Ministry of Health... and so on thirty

With multiple titles released, if necessary, you can indeed crush several little directors to death from multiple angles.

In the medical profession, if your skills are good, honors and titles will come one after another. Of course, most of them are useless, but the collective power is still considerable.

The most important thing, of course, is how the doctors who hold these titles use them.

For example, Director Jinxi of the Hand Surgery Department is a doctor who prefers Buddhism. Not only does he not rely on power himself, but he also consciously inhibits the use of others around him.

Huo Congjun is at the other extreme. Sometimes he doesn't have much power, so he just sprays violently and sprays all over the sky.

Ling Ran currently has no title or honorary title, and his administrative power is also close to none, but his straight-forward character is really overwhelming for ordinary doctors.

Like the Jin Huo who was sent today, the ICU chief could categorically refuse not to adopt Ling Ran's suggestion, but it would be fine if he could send the person out intact. If he couldn't send it out, no one would guess Ling Ran.

What will you do?

But one thing is that the doctors in the ICU all know that Ling Ran will not save face for them when discussing death.

Correspondingly, if the order given by Ling Ran resulted in the death of the patient, the doctors in the ICU would consciously not give Ling Ran face during the death discussion - however, when it came to their confidence in the medical plan, the junior doctors in the ICU would not

I have to be cowardly.

Ling Ran had rescued several patients who had undergone prolonged cardiopulmonary resuscitation. The ICU doctors who had seen the medical records of these patients really had no desire to confront Ling Ran.

If you can't win, principles... principles won't be that important.

In about 20 minutes, Ling Ran finished his rounds in the ICU and walked out.

Jin Huo's family and colleagues, who had been waiting outside the door, swarmed over.

Lu Wenbin stood in front of him alertly and stretched out his arms, like an iron fence, blocking the crowd, mainly the prison guards, two meters away.

"The patient is in good condition. If he passes the critical period today, the survival rate will be very high." Ling Ran is quite experienced in this.

Jin Huo's parents and wife listened in a daze, then racked their brains to ask a bunch of questions.

The person who came forward this time was Zuo Cidian. His face was dark and wrinkled, like a half-peeled tea egg. He easily won the trust of the patient's family.

Both parties had questions and answers, and Zuo Cidian quickly explained the questions of the patient's family.

Ling Ran heard that these were just basic questions, so he just nodded, turned around and left.

Jin Feng silently carried his bag, followed Ling Ran, and observed his surroundings.

After a while, Jin Feng confirmed that there were no cameras in front of him, so he quickly caught up with Ling Ran and whispered: "Doctor Ling, hello, hello."

"Mr. Jin, do you still have any questions?" Ling Ran was not surprised. Many patients' family members did not like the questions explained by the junior doctor. Even if the answer from the senior doctor was the same, they wanted to hear the senior doctor say it again.

Jin Feng shook his head and said with a smile: "Didn't I say before that I would bring you some garlic pickled by the prisoners? It's really delicious. By the way, I forgot to ask, Doctor Ling, do you eat garlic?"

"It's okay to eat, but there's no need..."

"Dr. Ling, please don't underestimate this garlic. It is really a famous product of our prison. Everyone who has eaten it says it is good. Some people ask us for it all year round." Jin Feng introduced "inmate-pickled garlic".

He was also very experienced. He patted his backpack and said, "Don't underestimate pickling garlic. The process is very complicated. Think about it. Just peel the garlic, cut it into slices, and pickle it.

How much effort it takes. Who can do this kind of work for ten years? Only prisoners in prison can do it, right?"

Ling Ran thought about it carefully and couldn't refute Jin Feng's words. He could only say: "We doctors cannot accept gifts, especially what you said is so valuable."

Jin Feng slapped his leg and said: "This is the second point I said, it's not expensive. It's just because it's not expensive, so we ordinary people can afford it. The working hours of prisoners are counted as working hours, it's not like we don't

Pay money. Of course, the labor hours are considered cheap, but the cost of making things is so much. For example, pickled garlic is in short supply, and we don’t have much to eat ourselves.”

"I usually don't eat pickled garlic."

"Then you have to try it." Jin Feng is very experienced in giving gifts. He introduced it as he spoke and said: "Doctor Ling, don't underestimate our pickled garlic. The pepper and chili peppers are all in one piece."

Picked out... Moreover, the pickled garlic in our prison is passed down. From generation to generation, when the chef is released from prison, he has to bring out his apprentice. After so many decades, the inheritance has not been interrupted.

Pass."

Jin Feng raised his head proudly and said: "What kind of chef outside the prison? What else he does is not comparable to us. When it comes to pickled garlic, Michelin has to stand aside."

Jin Feng's tone was strong, and he really had a big reason. Ling Ran nodded and said: "In comparison, it is more difficult to find a successor."

"Right!" Jin Feng got the approval and said happily: "So long live understanding. When it comes to pickling garlic, it is really dirty, bitter and tiring. Peeling garlic for a day is tiring, and cutting garlic is tiring and uncomfortable.

, it’s not easy to pickle either. After a day of doing it, you’ll be full of stench. People outside only pickle it during the holidays at most, but they really can’t persevere. If you want to find an apprentice, it’s even harder.”

Jin Feng changed the subject and said with a smile: "That's what you said. It's easy to talk to the first generation. Some people are tired after doing this. It will be too difficult to find the second generation.

Let alone the third generation. In our prison, pickled garlic has been passed down for eight generations, so don’t even think about leaving it outside.”

Seeing that Ling Ran had listened, Jin Feng smiled again and said: "I just brought a few kilograms of garlic. You can try it. It's really not worth a lot of money. Is it a local specialty? I'll put it in your office?"

Ling Ran hesitated for a moment. This garlic sounded really delicious, but it seemed that it was not very polite to be polite.

Jin Feng had been giving away garlic for so many years. He knew what was going on at the first glance and immediately said with a smile: "It's my fault, my fault. So don't worry about it. Just get busy first. I'll get it for you later."

After saying that, without waiting for Ling Ran to answer, Jin Feng turned around and left with a smile.

Ling Ran watched him leave with the backpack containing pickled garlic with a little regret, so he stopped worrying about it and turned to go to the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department. He recently had some cases of cholecystitis and gallbladder disease at the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department through Zhang Anmin.

Patients with polyps and gallstones will be arranged to have their polyps removed when available.

At the same time, Jin Feng and Zuo Cidian, who quickly completed the communication, hid in the unmonitored stairwell and made unknown transactions.

Jinfeng: "I have eight bottles here."

Zuo Cidian: "Okay, I received it. Thank you very much."

Jin Feng: "It's my turn to thank you. If you come to the No. 1 Prison in the future, tell me Jin Feng's name... No, I mean, if any relatives or friends come..."

"It's okay, I understand." Zuo Cidian patted Jin Feng on the shoulder.

Jin Feng relaxed and said with a smile: "Long live understanding, long live understanding. In fact, our prison does not accept someone as old as you, no, what I mean is..."

"Let's go." Zuo Cidian patted Jin Feng's shoulder again, and the garlic in his hand became heavy. He thought to himself: Fortunately, I didn't carry a knife when I caught the rapist. Otherwise, I would have to take care of the garlic.
Chapter completed!