MTL - Since 1981 Health School-Chapter 388 Successful operation to get a red envelope

  Chapter 388 A successful operation and a red envelope

  Outside the operating room, relatives and friends of the Zhu family rushed over, and the Yue Steel Factory also sent several cadres to understand the situation.

  Chen Qi was surrounded by a group of people as soon as he came out of the operating room.

   "Doctor, how is my son?"

   "Is my brother's finger saved?"

  Before Chen Qi opened his mouth, the Bianmeng spoke first: "Don't worry, there is no possibility that our director will perform the operation himself, and it will not be successful."

  Chen Qi also laughed:

"The operation was initially successful, but there are still several difficulties to overcome, such as the infection period, vascular crisis period, and edema period. This requires a lot of high-end antibiotics and nursing care to determine whether the finger transplant operation is successful or not. .”

  A section chief of the Yue Steel Plant stood up:

   "President Chen, don't worry, Zhu Shuijin is a regular worker in our factory, and the medical expenses are reimbursed by the factory. You can use whatever medicine you want, as long as you can guarantee Comrade Zhu Shuijin's smooth recovery."

  Chen Qi couldn't help feeling in his heart: Look, this is the advanced nature of socialism.

  Poverty is not socialism. Looking down on doctors, unable to afford medical expenses, and forcing patients to kneel down and beg for relief is also not something that should happen under such a superior system as socialism.

   "Okay, with the words of your factory leader, we have more confidence in the patient's recovery and smooth discharge."

  Actually, what Chen Qi thought in his heart was that the big dogs of NND, this time, the slaughterers would be sorry for his newly invented technique.

  Zhu Zhirong had a hesitant expression on his face, but he still asked:

   "Dean Chen, did you really take two toes to your hand? This, this..."

  The onlookers, Zhu’s family members and people from the Yue Steel Plant, also had constipated expressions on their faces. It was hard for everyone to imagine what kind of strange appearance two toes grew on their hands.

   I stretched out my hand in the future, but what I saw was my toe, I almost lost my appetite at the dinner table.

  Chen Qi shrugged his shoulders: "Don't worry, I have tried my best to adopt cosmetic surgery, and it will definitely be a little different from normal fingers in the future, but the difference will not be too much. I think beauty is not as important as function, right?"

   "Yes, yes, yes," Zhu Zhirong nodded with a smile.

  Mother Zhu was also very excited: "Blessed by the Bodhisattva, the ancestors showed their spirits. My son finally doesn't have to become disabled, and his job can be kept."

  Zhu Zhirong glared at him and said, "Whoever is a Bodhisattva or not, it all depends on Dean Chen's blessing. If there is no Dean Chen, this brat's life will be ruined."

  The third daughter of the Zhu family also echoed: "That's right, Mom, there is a living Buddha in front of you, why bother to worship the Ni Bodhisattva?"

   "Go, children, don't talk nonsense."

  The atmosphere at the scene eased. Just as Chen Qi was about to go back to rest, he was suddenly grabbed by Zhu Zhirong, dragged him to a corner, and quickly stuffed a red envelope into Chen Qi's pocket.

   Before Chen Qi had time to stop him, the old man had already run away quickly.

   Chen Qi has been familiar with this routine for two lifetimes.

  The difference is that in the previous life, patients were given before the operation, and in this life, they are given after the operation is successful. I guess it’s because if you don’t see rabbits, you don’t spread eagles, right?

  Chen Qi opened it and took a look. There were 10 cards of Great Unity in it, worth 100 yuan.

  The 100 yuan in 1986 should be the monthly income of the master worker in the factory, and it is not stingy to sell.

  Chen Qi is not short of money, but he and his surgical team struggled for 10 hours to help the patient keep his finger, and he did not feel guilty about taking the money.

  So he was going to take the money, but he was not putting it into his own pocket, but was going to spend it.

   "Hey, border alliance, come here."

   "What's wrong?"

   "Now you go to the Yunlin Restaurant next to the hospital and knock on the door, and ask Li Yunlin to prepare a table of good wine and food. Everything in the restaurant is served. Just now, the patient's family gave a red envelope, and we made it all today."

  Haidong Province has been completely reformed and opened up in 1986, no matter whether ordinary people set up factories or open shops, there are no restrictions, so various private restaurants have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

  Yunlin Restaurant seems to have a grand name, but it is actually a small family restaurant opened by the couple Li Yunlin and his wife. The upstairs is their own house, and the downstairs is the business room of the hotel.

   The stir-fry is also a home-cooked dish, and the customers are mainly the cadres of Ruanshe Township and the workers of the Fourth Hospital. Hexian is a must.

  Besides, there is a good thing about being self-employed. You come to the door anytime, and they provide services at any time. They work very hard to make money.

  It’s not like a state-run guest house, where you knock on the door in the middle of the night and say you want to eat, and it’s no wonder that the chef and waiter don’t come out with a kitchen knife to chop you up.

   "Wow~~~"

  The little doctors and nurses next to me cheered when they heard it.

   First, everyone was really hungry. For fear of going to the toilet, they didn’t even dare to drink water during the 10-hour operation. Now it can be said that they are hungry, thirsty and tired.

   But there is no Meituan takeaway these days, and you can’t even buy instant noodles. Everyone thought they were going to go back to bed hungry.

  Now I hear that you can hold a banquet, can you not be happy.

  Secondly, in 1986, although everyone could have enough to eat, it did not mean that they had a good meal. The usual diet of the workers was still mainly vegetarian.

  Even if it’s Chinese New Year, you can eat and drink on New Year’s Eve, and eat leftovers every day after New Year’s Eve.

   Now that the wine and meat pipes are enough to serve casually, everyone’s mouth is watering, and their stomachs are rumbling and they are even more hungry.

   "Okay, okay, don't wow, hurry up and pack up, let's set off right away, and Lao Bian, Lao Ma, don't rush back, it's rare for us to get together during the Chinese New Year, let's go have fun together."

  Director Bian and Director Ma glanced at each other, then smiled and agreed.

   "Okay, then let's enjoy the dean's honor today."

In the middle of the night on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, more than a dozen doctors and nurses from the Fourth Hospital spent chatting, bragging, and singing songs together. This scene, until many years later, everyone still remembers clearly clearly.

  Because of this night, Chen Qi got drunk for a rare time, and kept clamoring for some "hand chicken", saying that he wanted to take a photo and send it to Moments...

  In distant Japan, Yoshiya Yuta couldn’t sleep in the middle of the night, looking at his daughter on the hospital bed, he kept thinking about Professor Hashimoto’s words:

   "I really can't do anything about this surgery. If there is anyone in the world who can perform this corrective surgery, I am afraid that only Dr. Chen Qi from Huaguo can try it. I am very sorry."

   "Hua Guo?"

  In the eyes of the Japanese in this era, the impression of China is still that of World War II, and they think it is a poor, backward and very ignorant country.

  Yoshiya Yuta is not a traitor, he is just a fisherman at the bottom of Japan, but he also believes that Huaguo is a mysterious and backward country.

  Is there really a world-class doctor in such a country?

  Yoshiya Yuta might not believe anything else he said, but these words came from Hashimoto Ken, the best plastic surgeon in Japan, so he had to believe them.

  (end of this chapter)