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Chapter three hundred and ninety-two, daily work

"You guys are busy, I'll get off work first." Zheng Hong said.

Jiang Yunfan said, "When we rest, we will have two drinks."

Doctors who hold scalpels are not allowed to drink alcohol. Doctors who don’t hold scalpels are voluntary whether to drink alcohol outside of working hours.

"Okay!" Zheng Hong nodded, turned around and drifted away.

"Let's go back to the office." Jiang Yunfan said.

"Yes." The five nodded.

"This is Zhou Mingze's inspection report yesterday, please take a look." Jiang Yunfan took out a few orders.

The five people looked at each other and then put them back to work.

"What medicine do you think should be prescribed? Write it in your notebook." Jiang Yunfan said.

After pondering for a moment, everyone picked up the pen and started writing.

Jiang Yunfan looked at the contents on his notebooks and asked with a frown, "Zhou Mingze is 63 years old this year. You will prescribe 5,000 milliliters of liquid for him a day. Do you want him to die soon?"

Five thousand milliliters of salt water are more than ten kilograms. How can people in their sixties bear it?

"Director Jiang, I was wrong." Li Tao said quickly.

"The more salt water, the better. It depends on the patient's condition. Even good people can't stand it if they are injected with 5,000 milliliters of liquid a day, let alone a patient in his sixties." Jiang Yunfan said.

"Yes." Li Tao responded in shame.

After commenting on the medicine prescribed by Zhang Haoran, Zhou Yunxiu, and Zhao Guangming, Jiang Yunfan asked, "Xiao Chen, why did you prescribe Chinese medicine?"

"There are not many side effects of traditional Chinese medicine. The main causes of Zhou Mingze are old diseases and overwork..." Chen Yu said.

"Very good." Jiang Yunfan couldn't help but praise, and said, "The initial computer password is one, two, three, four, five, and six. The account is your work number. Cases and the like are all in the system. You can take a look first."

"Yes!" The five nodded, walked to their respective desks, turned on the computer to read the information.

In addition to the detailed examination report, the system also includes what medicines the attending doctor prescribed... and the comments from hospital experts.

Chen Yu pretended to sit in front of the computer, and studied in the system seriously.

"I used to have no such things. The character of the doctor in Qianteng Hospital is really admirable." Looking at the information in the system, Zhang Haoran was shocked. Even if he searched all over the world, he could not find similar information.

Experts from other hospitals do not have any leisure comments? The hospital where he worked before would not have these things.

Many doctors lead interns, and in order to make it easier for themselves, they often ask interns to be responsible for prescriptions for medical treatment.

The intern doctor prescribed the wrong medicine and pulled it to a place where no one was around, and just scolded it for a few words.

As for whether the patient dies or not, some doctors care about it at all. If the patient dies, it is called ineffective treatment, and at most it is considered a medical accident.

Doctors often ask family members to sign and then treat. Even if the patient is treated, the family members will sign.

What made Zhang Haoran most angry was that a patient who was hit by a motorcycle came to his former hospital for treatment. The patient was dragged to death because of a handling fee of more than 5,000 yuan.

As a doctor with medical ethics, he didn't want to continue to stay in the hospital with only money and no human touch. When he heard that Qianteng Hospital was recruiting doctors, he resigned without hesitation and came from another place.

Even if a doctor with medical ethics is a mistake, he will make a mistake when treating patients who have no money out of medical ethics. Not only will he not be able to get it well, he will also be punished by the hospital. Doctors are also human beings and doctors also need money.

Qianteng Hospital is different. Whether you have money or not, you will first treat the disease and save the patient. As a staff hospital of Fujiyama Group, Qianteng Hospital not only guarantees the medical treatment of employees and their families, but only accepts critically ill patients.

After looking at his watch, Jiang Yunfan said, "Let's go, I'll take you to the cafeteria for dinner."

The five stood up and followed quickly.

"This is the canteen of our hospital. You don't need to swipe your card to eat, and you don't need to pay for it. You can eat as much as you want. The entire canteen has cameras installed. It's fired five times a month if you can't finish it. There is this in the code." Jiang Yunfan said.

"Doctor Jiang, what are you eating?" Zhang Fang, holding the spoon, asked with a smile.

"Come braised pork, just four or five pieces, give me two more pieces of white..." Jiang Yunfan said.

"What do you eat?" Zhang Fang asked.

"Five pieces of roasted white, five pieces of garlic paste white meat, and one spoonful of water spinach." Zhang Haoran said.

"A spoonful of braised beef, a spoonful of braised sausage, and a spoonful of water spinach." Li Tao said.

"Two pieces of roasted white, half a spoonful of water spinach, and half a spoonful of shredded potatoes." Zhou Yunxiu said.

"Try to eat faster, and I recruited 5,000 people, and the cafeteria was a little crowded." Jiang Yunfan reminded.

"Director Jiang, the food in the cafeteria is quite delicious." Li Tao couldn't help but say.

"There is a complaint box there. Within one month, if 20% of the employees or patients in the hospital complain, the chef in the canteen will be laid off. This is the case for our hospital and other factories." Jiang Yunfan said with a smile.

"So strict?" Zhang Haoran said incredible.

"The people who work in the canteen... are also formal workers of the Tengshan Group. Their wages and benefits are good. Once something goes wrong, they will be quit by the group." Jiang Yunfan said.

"Director Jiang, does the patient need money for food?" Zhang Haoran asked.

"Ninety-nine percent of the patients are the families of group employees, and they don't even need to pay for meals in the cafeteria." Jiang Yunfan said.

"The daily expenses of the canteen are probably tens of thousands, right?" Zhang Haoran asked again.

"To be honest, Qianteng Hospital has been losing money since its opening. The medical expenses of patients are not enough for the canteen to buy vegetables every day." Jiang Yunfan said in sighing.

"The monthly salary of Qianteng Hospital is tens of millions, right?" Li Tao asked.

"A month's salary alone will lead to a loss of tens of millions. In addition to the medical expenses, depreciation expenses of patients, such as houses, machines, etc., you will lose at least 100 million yuan a month." Jiang Yunfan said.

"I lose more than 100 million a month, but Isn't it a loss of more than 1 billion a year?" Zhou Yunxiu said in amazement.

"The rural roads built by the group and Qianteng Academy are all only available but not in. Fortunately, most projects are making money. I heard that Tengshan Communications Company has a monthly net profit of more than 160 billion..." Jiang Yunfan said proudly.

"Several shareholders of the group are good people." Zhang Haoran said in admiration.

"The top leaders of the group are all real rich people, so they don't care about this little money." Jiang Yunfan said enviously.

"Director Jiang, how much is your monthly salary?" Zhou Yunxiu asked.

"This year, my salary has increased by 20%. I am about 8,000 yuan a month." Jiang Yunfan said with a smile.

"So much?" Zhou Yunxiu said enviously.

"I would like to remind you that if you want to work in Tengshan Group, you cannot receive red envelopes from the patients' families and strictly abide by the two rules. Otherwise, you will have to leave with a rolling cover." Jiang Yunfan said.

"Yes!" The five nodded.

"Xiao Chen, you used to be the director of a smelter, and your salary should be quite high, right?" Jiang Yunfan asked.

"I haven't done it any longer." Chen Yu said casually.

"How much does a month cost when you were the director?" Jiang Yunfan asked.

"I just named it. I went there once when I have something to do, and it didn't cost much a month." Chen Yu said.

"I heard from a patient that when the Tengshan Smelter was established, you could get tens of thousands a month." Jiang Yunfan said.

"I am a director in a smelter, with a monthly salary of 10,000 yuan, and what I earned outside is about 30,000 yuan." Chen Yu fooled.

"Then why do you want to be a doctor?" Jiang Yunfan asked curiously.
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