From small clinic to medical empire

Chapter 124 Financial Candidates

The so-called adversity must bring blessings, or in other words, people will show the most tenacious will to survive in desperation.

Fang Guohua's condition improved rapidly.

Under the combined effects of Shi Xiaoya's [Bacteria Killer] 50% of the bacterial flora suppression, and Zhang Zifan's [Dean's exclusive signature pen], which increased the antibiotic effect by 20%, Fang Guohua did not have any infection after surgery.

On the second day of surgery, he was able to communicate by blinking and rolling his remaining right eye.

After five days, I can speak slowly and do some simple activities on the bed.

"Thank you!"

When Zhang Zifan was doing his rounds, Fang Guohua grabbed his hand hard, his cloudy eyes filled with gratitude.

He didn't know if the tumor would recur, but he found that his lost left face was back.

Although it was just a deformed left face, it was tantamount to a "miracle" to Fang Guohua!
Remodeling of the left jaw, a possibility he had discussed with other doctors.

However, the high cost of the operation, the slim success rate, and the enormous difficulty of the operation all made this impossible.

But in Haoran Hospital, what was originally impossible has become possible.

Now that there is such a miracle, Fang Guohua is of course longing for a second miracle, that is, his tumor can be cured?

"Thank you!"

Fang Guohua said in an unusually hoarse voice, "I will find a way for the rest of the medical expenses...

I still have a deposit of 2 yuan in the Ninth Hospital..."

A deposit is required for hospital stays, and the amount varies in different regions, hospitals, and operations.

Fang Guohua paid a deposit of 2 yuan when he was in the hospital in Shanghai.

After the operation, the money will be refunded in excess and supplemented in excess.

Now that Fang Guohua has no surgery, at least he can get back [-] to [-].

"Okay, I will ask someone to help you with the refund process."

Zhang Zifan nodded, "But you should keep the money. You still need to live, which is much more difficult than ordinary people. It's not one year, not ten years, but 30, 40 years..."

"Doctor, what do you mean..." Fang Guohua opened his mouth, fearing that he had heard it wrong.

30 years, 40 years of life...

Does Doctor Zhang mean...

Seeing the patient's expectant eyes, Zhang Zifan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Haoran Hospital, this is the place where miracles are promised, don't worry, everything will be fine!"

……

Fang Guohua's nursing work went smoothly, and the patient neither scolded nor threw anything, which is considered a clear stream in the care of cancer patients.

Oncology is a good department for doctors.

But for nurses and care workers, it's a nightmare department.

Due to the loss of hope for life, tumor patients, especially those with repeated recurrences, generally become irritable.

Although I dare not get angry with the surgeons, I will vent my anger on the people who take care of them.

This is not an exception, but a common phenomenon.

In addition to having nothing to love, the torment of cancer pain is also an important reason.

Cancer pain is very severe, making life worse than death.

In order to suppress cancer pain, doctors will use tramadol, pethidine and other drugs to relieve pain in some terminal patients.

These drugs are actually drugs.

Relying on these drugs to suppress, one can imagine how painful it must be.

In the end, cancer patients will scream inhumanly all day long.

In many cases, even doctors can't tell whether it's the onset of cancer pain or the onset of drug addiction.

In short, nursing care for cancer patients is indeed not an easy task.

When Fang Guohua was first admitted to the hospital, his mood was not stable.

But as his condition gradually improved and his hope of survival increased, he gradually became calm, and even a smile appeared on his face.

It's just that this smile is uglier than crying.

……

"Yuan Qiang, you have grown up, do you know how to help me clean the office?"

This morning, Zhang Zifan was surprised to find that his independent office in the inpatient department had been tidied up.

With two steamed buns stuffed in his mouth, Yuan Qiang said with a dazed expression, "Boss, I was almost late, how can I help you tidy up your office? Your office is like a kennel, and it takes a lot of time to tidy up." ..."

"Contradict the leader, and get a year-end bonus of 100."

Zhang Zifan took out a small notebook from the drawer and wrote it down.

Yuan Qiang immediately hesitated, "Boss, Xiaoya sorted it out, she is more careful!"

"Impossible, she has already been sent by me on a business trip to the Magic City."

Zhang Zifan shook his head.

After calling the hospital in Shanghai, the other party did not agree to the online refund.

The reason is also very simple, the opposite party thinks Haoran Hospital is a liar.

There are a large number of medical care in tertiary hospitals.

These wolf-hearted things, appearing as warm-hearted aunts and wise uncles, used a series of lies to pry away many patients from the top three hospitals, and lured them to black hospitals to make money for surgery.

Fang Guohua left the tertiary hospital in Shanghai without saying goodbye and went to a small hospital in City S for surgery. This incident did sound very similar to this routine.

Helpless, Zhang Zifan had no choice but to send someone to bring Fang Guohua's case copy, authorization information, and imaging data to go through the procedures there.

Going to Shanghai is also a half-business trip, half-tourism benefit, so Zhang Zifan left it to Shi Xiaoya to handle it.

……

Since it wasn't Shi Xiaoya who sorted it out, who could it be?
Zhang Zifan was still thinking, but Yuan Qiang's claws had already reached for the notebook.

Zhang Zifan quickly slapped his paw off, "What are you doing!"

"My lord, you don't remember villains, so please forgive me this time." Yuan Qiang hurriedly begged for mercy.

"No, kindness is the beginning of bankruptcy. As a capitalist, I'm just that cruel!"

Zhang Zifan decisively kicked Yuan Qiang out of his office.

At this time, a ghostly, thin old man flashed past the window with a broom, and Zhang Zifan hurriedly ran out.

It turned out to be Fang Guohua, who was cleaning the corridor of the hospital office.

"Hello, Dean Zhang!"

Fang Guohua looks good.

Of course, the so-called good is to change from a gloomy zombie to a cheerful zombie.

"Old Fang, you have just been able to go to the ground not long ago, you should have a good rest!"

Zhang Zifan stepped forward and grabbed the broom, wanting to take him back to the ward.

Fang Guohua quickly said: "I'm much better now, the unbearable pain before is gone, I don't know how to repay everyone's kindness, so I can only do what I can."

"By the way, I remember that your previous job was finance?"

Fang Guohua's words reminded Zhang Zifan that people like him, although their lives were saved, were actually socially dead.

His wife and children were separated, and his parents did not accept him, let alone his relatives and friends in the past.

Instead of letting him return to society, it is better to let him stay in Haoran Hospital and do something.

Zhang Zifan must take care of the finances himself.

But alone, it will inevitably be stretched.

This old Fang is alone, so he can be considered for hiring.

(End of this chapter)