Rebirth 90: I opened a hospital in Shencheng

Chapter 6

"Now it's time to test your professional skills as a surgical nurse." Nie Chen said to Chen Chunmei with a smile.

Chen Chunmei nodded, and followed Nie Chen to the outpatient operating room behind the reception area.

In the past, the old outpatient clinic was behind the dispensing area, and it was a small room dedicated to injections.

Now, even the area where we take our lunch break has been transformed into an operating room, leaving only a corridor in the middle.

The toilet changing room was left next to the operating room, and the original attic was also demolished.

Walking into the operating room, I saw a liftable mechanical operating table placed in the middle of the operating room.

The shadowless lamp specially purchased from Zhang Xin is hung above the operating table.

The surgical instruments used in the operating room are neatly stacked in glass instrument cabinets.

Various medicines required for surgical care are placed in the medicine cabinet next to the dressing room of the operating room.

As for the negative pressure liposuction machine that Nie Chen customized in Shum Yip Building, it was under the mechanical operating table and could be seen at a glance.

"Scalpel." Standing on the operating table as the chief surgeon, Nie Chen calmed down and said to Chen Chunmei.

Chen Chunmei moved slowly, but took out the scalpel holder and the blade accurately, snapped the blade with tweezers, and then handed the scalpel into Nie Chen's hand.

"Tweezers, needle holder."

Nie Chen tested Chen Chunmei's reactions and proficiency one by one.

"Circular needle, line 0-3."

"Surgical field absorption."

Nie Chen took the suction device that Chen Chunmei handed over, and sucked it into the patient's surgical field that didn't exist in mid-air.

The suction vacuum machine was placed on the side of the road outside the clinic, and it was already rattling.

This machine was a second-hand negative pressure vacuum machine that Nie Chen bought from the air pump owner after he customized the negative pressure liposuction machine.

"Although there is no way to compare it with the hospital operating room after [-], this outpatient operating room is at least fully equipped for skin suturing."

After some training and operation, Nie Chen repeatedly operated the tailor-made negative pressure liposuction machine and the suction device that even the hospital is not equipped with.

Then, he suppressed the excitement in his heart: "Okay, today's training is over here, and we will officially go to work tomorrow."

He held Chen Chunmei's soft and warm little hand, performed a handshake between comrades, and said goodbye to her.

After Chen Chunmei left, Nie Chen first pulled the negative pressure vacuum machine outside the clinic into the clinic, and turned off the parallel Mitsubishi air conditioner purchased from the Great Wall Electric Market.

After turning off all the lights, leave the signature light line on the transformer in front of the main gate, then lower the two venetian curtains, lock the glass door, and close the anti-theft door that has not been removed outside the gate.

Glancing at the signboard of Aihua Outpatient Clinic, it was a big shiny character, and walked straight towards Wenhao's printer warehouse while whistling.

With Xiang Wenhao's consent, Nie Chenpei has an extra key to the warehouse, so he can come to the warehouse every day to print letters.

This is also the invisible benefit Nie Chen deserves as a second generation born and raised in Shencheng.

When Nie Chen sat in front of the monitor, he entered the file editing interface.

In his mind, he accurately extracted the patient information that existed in the medical records of Shencheng People's Hospital in his previous life.

【Name: Zhou Caifeng】

【Age: 19 years old】

[Address: No. [-], Bihu Street, Silver Lake Villa. 】

[Condition description: The black hairy nevus on the left cheek was enlarged. I went to Shencheng People’s Hospital to inquire about the possibility of removing the black hairy mole. Because it was impossible to suture seamlessly, the operation was put on hold. 】

Nie Chen had some impression of this young woman named Zhou Caifeng.

In the previous life, the dark spot on this woman's face grew larger and larger. As a result, she still could not deal with the natural black hairy mole five or six years later. In desperation, she had no choice but to choose traditional surgical removal.

Because this patient did not want to go to Huacheng, Hong Kong Island to remove the black mole on her face, she, as a rich second generation, specially invited Liu Zhenzhong, director of the Institute of Orthogonal Surgery, Ho Jincheng, former professor of dermatology at the Faculty of Medicine of Hong Kong Island University, to Huacheng. Come to Shencheng People's Hospital to throw a knife.

The operation plan consulted by two top experts in the field of facial surgery is: after removing the mole, use your own skin for skin grafting and suturing.

However, because of vascular crisis during the healing process, severe suture scars were left after the stitches were removed.

As a result, Zhou Caifeng, who was obsessed with psychological cleanliness, had psychological problems after the stitches were removed, and finally died of depression half a year later.

There are two reasons why Nie Chen was so impressed by this medical record.

At that time, Nie Chen, who had become a resident doctor, assisted in this operation.

Then this patient spent a lot of money during the operation, and her father also spent a lot of money during the medical trouble after something went wrong.

"Wealth and wealth are in danger."

Nie Chen typed out the letter.

"Dear Ms. Zhou Caifeng:
This letter is sent to you by the China Association of Mutual Aid and Exchange for Intractable Diseases, informing Aihua Clinic.

……

……

Nine o'clock in the evening on May [-]th.

NO.17, Jinyun Street, Jingtian Villa District.

In front of each villa there is a bright street lamp in the shape of a ship's stern lamp.

Wearing silk pajamas, with her hair in a bun, Zhong Lanlan, tall, wearing Japanese flip-flops and shaking a cattail leaf fan in her hand, opened the thick pineapple door of the villa Liangshan and lazily walked towards the mailbox outside the villa garden.

He opened the mailbox and took out a thick letter.

Then, with the help of the street lamp in front of the villa, I looked up the person or unit that sent the letter.

As one of the most high-end residential areas in Shenzhen City, the power supply here is very stable, and there is no power outage at any time like in the countryside.

Under the bright and warm street light, Zhong Lanlan, who is about 22 or [-] years old, has an elegant temperament and an oval-shaped face with soft lines.

But under the cheekbone on her right cheek, a high bulging tumor lump destroyed the lines of her soft face.

Zhong Lanlan's father runs a jewelry processing factory in Tianbei Industrial Zone.

As long as she can remember, she has never experienced the hunger and fatigue experienced by her contemporaries.

And she also got a technical secondary school diploma early and went to work in Shencheng Design Institute at the age of 20.

Just half a year ago, this tall tumor suddenly appeared on her face.

In the past six months, the family has been tossing a lot, looking for doctors in the hospital, going back to the countryside to ask God, etc., all kinds of routines have been gone, and a lot of money has been spent.

However, the more she tossed her, the lump grew fiercer like blowing up a balloon.

Now it has a tendency to spread below the ears, and half of the face is swollen.

Zhong Lanlan asked for a three-month leave from the design institute, not because she planned to cure her illness within these three months, but because the longest sick leave in the design institute was only three months.

She didn't know if she could go back to work after three months.

If the tumor continued to expand, even if there was a scar on his face, Zhong Lanlan could only grit his teeth and remove it before the deadline.

Suddenly, Zhong Lanlan, who was quickly browsing through the letters, stopped reading.

"Aihua Clinic?"

She pulled it out from a thick stack of letters. The addressee and sender used an ink printer to print the envelope in a regular Song script.

Then she tore open the envelope and took out a letter that was also printed in Song Dynasty with an ink printer.

"Dear Ms. Zhong Lanlan, this letter is sent to you by the China Association of Intractable Diseases Mutual Aid and Exchange
……

......"

Zhong Lanlan read softly, her clear eyes became brighter and brighter.

Eight thirty in the morning the next day.

"Don't be too humble."

Nie Chen ate bean dregs dipped in garlic, shook his head and corrected Chen Chunmei's service attitude in entertaining patients.

"The reason why we are polite to the patients who enter the clinic is that we can respect each other by being polite. If you behave too humble, there is no basis for mutual respect."

Chen Chunmei nodded again and again, put away her flattering smile, and at Nie Chen's request, her attitude shifted to a professional direction that was neither deceitful nor humble.

"College students, our outpatient clinic doesn't have a medicine cabinet, and it doesn't look like it accepts patients from neighbors... If no patients come to the door all the time, will it close down soon?"

After Chen Chunmei completed the patient reception process required by Nie Chen and met Nie Chen's standards, she couldn't help but ask Nie Chen.

(End of this chapter)