Siheyuan: What bad intentions could a veterinarian like me have?

Chapter 12: Talents are recruited regardless of their background
In the surgeon's office of the Sixth Hospital, Vice President Lin Jun was holding a thick "Medical Talent Statistics Table" and reading the small regular script on it word by word with a fountain pen.

The dim orange warm light slanted out from the green lampshade. With a dry mouth, he would take a sip of the cold tea from time to time, inhaling the cool air with a grin, and from time to time he would circle one or two names that satisfied him on the table with a pen.

"Oh, too few! With so few talents, when will we be able to keep up with the development progress of our hospital?"

Lin Jun was extremely anxious. Every time he thought back to the day when the Ministry of Health held a meeting a few days ago, he became more and more anxious.

At the meeting, the leaders of the Ministry of Health conveyed a policy that in order to develop the current backward medical level, the first thing to do is to cultivate medical talents in various aspects.

We must continue to open specialized medical schools, expand enrollment, and attract medical backbones to teach; we must also open up the introduction of talent, let everyone abandon the secular concept of family background, connect with major high schools and universities, and even with the public, all parties should look for medical talents and solve the problem of the imbalance between the growing medical demand and medical resources.

Lin Jun figured out something. He knew that in order to attract medical talents, the higher-ups had even relaxed the requirements for the orthodox professional schools and were no longer limited to recruiting people from medical schools.

In other words, as long as there are talents in this area among the public, we need to contact and examine them. As long as they are qualified, they can be allowed to enter the medical system and contribute their strength to the country and society.

Therefore, after returning from the meeting, Lin Jun consulted with several senior executives in the institute several times and made a strategic deployment of focusing on two aspects.

At the Medical University, the teaching tasks assigned to the Sixth Hospital must continue, and orthodox professional teaching must be used to train and supply talents for the country as quickly as possible.

At the same time, a talent-sharing mechanism has been established with brother units such as the diesel plant, steel mill, machine repair plant, non-staple food factory, grain station, etc. in the city. Medical talents are timely counted from their factory hospitals and clinics. After evaluation, testing and investigation in all aspects, good seedlings are recommended to the health system, allowing these grassroots talents to participate in the national medical and health undertakings in a broader world.

The thick stack of talent statistics in Lin Jun's hand was a list of medical personnel in various major factories during this period, including doctors and nurses.

But he had been screening for almost half a month, and only a few talents caught his eye.

There are many reasons for this. One is the overall environment. There are not many people studying medicine, and in the past, there were many people who gave up medicine to pursue literature or martial arts.

Second, over the past few years, all the major hospitals in the city have already absorbed people with a little bit of ability. In terms of social importance, they naturally have the authority to select and call on talents first.

Third, many people working in the factory hospital were assigned to the factory after a unified allocation. These people are too old, and many of them are the treasures of the factory. When people graduate from medical colleges, the first thing they think of is to go to a large hospital. It is understandable that they choose to go to a large hospital when it comes to subjective choices for work, but very few of them do so when it comes to the factory.

Fourth, factory hospitals are generally welfare institutions. Most factories simply set up a clinic to deal with minor illnesses of employees. Employees do not need to spend money, and many clinics only require one person.

Fifth, young doctors and nurses in the factory hospital naturally want to run to the big port, take the medical university entrance examination to get a degree, or transfer to the big hospital through connections. It is a common thing.

There are also many other small factors that have had an impact, resulting in the factory hospitals, even the larger ones, being in a state of disarray.

When Lin Jun was feeling depressed, he was worried about the future of the Sixth Hospital and the country's medical cause.

"Statistics on paper have some limitations after all!" Putting down the statistical table that looked like a resume, the gray-haired old dean took off his glasses and pinched his brows.

He knew very well that some factories might have diluted the paper information in order to retain doctors, and they did not want excellent doctors to leave the factories. The true situation of these diesel factories, grain stations, etc. could not be determined just from the information.

I still have to go down and see for myself, walk around, and communicate and touch with medical talents face to face. After deciding on this course of action, Lin Jun suddenly became excited. He planned to talk about his ideas with the hospital's senior management, including the leaders of the health system, at tomorrow's meeting, and he was sure they would agree.

"President Lin, President Lin!"

Just as he was stretching himself tiredly, there was a hasty knock on the door. A young nurse opened the door and shouted to Lin Jun, "A patient has been admitted to Surgery Ward 14. I heard from colleagues that he fell from the roof and his instep was pierced by a nail!"

"Let's go!" Lin Jun didn't hesitate at all when he heard it. He stood up, picked up his coat and put it on, then hurriedly followed the nurse to the ward.

Even though he is the vice president, he still has to be on duty in the hospital's surgery department even late at night.

There is no way. There are still too few doctors in the hospital, and the vice president has to do it himself, otherwise he would have such a headache.

Arriving at the ward, the nurse pointed to a burly man who was being supported by two people to lie down on the bed. He quickly waved his hand and said, "Don't rush to get on the bed, Xiaoxi, send him to the operating room first. Having a nail pierced his foot is no joke! Quick, get the operating room to prepare the surgical materials, I'll be there right away!"

"Yes!" The nurse named Lu Xiaoxi agreed and was about to run away, but was grabbed by Qin Huairu.

"Nurse, nurse, why do you still need surgery? Can we not have the surgery?"

Lv Xiaoxi looked panicked, but she tried her best to stay calm in front of the patient's family and comforted them, "Sister, the patient was pierced by a nail. This is a big deal. If you don't perform surgery in time, you will lose too much blood. The Achilles tendon of the foot is extremely complex. Over time, it is likely to cause tissue necrosis. In severe cases, amputation may be required. In addition, if there is rust on the nail, there is a chance of tetanus infection! These all require careful surgery, but don't worry, sister, our Dean Lin is on duty tonight. With him here, the operation will only take two hours! It will definitely be handled well for your family!"

Lin Jun, who was standing nearby, saw Jia Dongxu's pale face and Qin Huairu's uneasy look, and comforted him, "Don't worry, although this operation sounds complicated, I can guarantee that I can help your family members complete the operation in two hours!"

"It's not a matter of time, but..." Qin Huairu wiped her tears. How come it took this guy two hours to finish it? Li Xiangdong seemed to have only taken twenty minutes? Why did Dean Lin look so proud of having taken two hours?

"Hi, big sister," Lu Xiaoxi played the role of a wingman and tried her best to reassure the patient's family. "You don't have to worry at all! This is our Dean Lin. He is definitely the best in the professional field of surgery in the city. If you go to other hospitals, don't underestimate your pierced foot. Maybe they will need four or five hours to perform an operation! Just removing the nail is a technical job! Don't worry!"

Qin Huairu was stunned and looked at Yi Zhonghai stupidly.

At this time, Lin Jun also smiled and patted Sha Zhu on the shoulder. "Young man, why are you still standing there? Help send the patient to the operating room! Look, this injured young man has fainted from the pain!"

Did he faint from the pain? He fell into a fucking comfortable sleep!
The corners of Sha Zhu's mouth twitched.

Qin Huairu grinned and was about to speak.

"Xiaoxi, call a few more nurses over. I'll take a look at the patient's injuries first." Seeing that Qin Huairu and the others were a little dazed, Lin Jun ordered Lu Xiaoxi to ask his people to come over quickly. He walked forward to take a look at Jia Dongxu's big feet wrapped in a towel, and tried his best to appear casual so that the patient's family could feel at ease.

However, the moment the towel was opened, Lin Jun's face froze...

(End of this chapter)