Rural Shennong

Although restaurants, farms, supermarkets, milk factories and wineries have temporarily settled down, Chen Ping still feels that there is not enough time.

Zuo Bingxiu, the big boss, will come out at some point, but he is a martial arts master.

Chen Ping has just stepped into the threshold of the peak of external strength, full of urgency.

However, on Saturday and Sunday, he has to go to the provincial hospital.

Now Chen Ping no longer attends consultations, because the hospital has no patients for him.

"Hey, it's a mediocrity not to be envied by others!" Chen Ping felt a little melancholy.

In the past, the departments did not dare to embarrass Chen Ping openly. Some patients had to be operated on, for example, those with broken arms and legs, or broken organs, would not be sent to Chen Ping.

Otherwise, Dean Shang Shouren, who was so protective of Chen Ping, would definitely go crazy and turn on the microphone to spray blood on the doctors who pushed the patients.

But in secret, these doctors pushed Chen Ping to Chen Ping for some intractable diseases that could theoretically be cured by acupuncture and moxibustion, waiting to see his jokes.

Everyone is not convinced by this young hospital professor.

Although various doctors can't cure difficult and miscellaneous diseases, they can still relieve them. Prescribing medicines for diagnosis and treatment can generate more income than ordinary patients.

They all counted on Chen Ping not being able to deal with it, so they lost face and had to return the patient to them.

As a result, Chen Ping was a gluttonous person who could not get in and out, and the patients in Chen Ping's hands were really not cured, so it was a bit sad to go against the current.

So these doctors gave up and stopped sending him patients with intractable diseases.

Chen Ping prescribed a Band-Aid for a patient whose fingers were stitched while sewing a quilt, and he became bored.

"Go to the operating room!"

Chen Ping decided to make a breakthrough by himself. If the patient didn't come to me, I would go to the patient. Otherwise, it would be a waste of time to sit in the hospital for two days.

He put on a full set of surgical equipment and went from one operating room to another. The doctors who performed the surgery chose to turn a blind eye when they saw him.

After a while, Chen Ping received a call from Bao Zhixi while having lunch.

"Chen Ping, the Food and Drug Administration has issued a document to remove Huoluo Shengji Powder from all pharmacies."

Chen Ping frowned slightly: "The means of the Yang family envoy? Why?"

Bao Zhixi sighed: "The excuse is that some customers reported that our medicine has side effects."

"The Drug Administration has to conduct clinical trials, and only when definite conclusions are obtained can it be allowed to be marketed."

Clinical practice cannot be done in a year or two. Many patients need to try it out, and it can only be released by the Drug Administration after it is confirmed that there is no problem.

If the Bao family hadn't skipped this hurdle through contacts before, long-term clinical reports are essential, and the same is true for all medicines.

Looking at it now, the Bao family's connections are obviously not as strong as the Yang family's.

Chen Ping said coldly, "Leave this matter to me."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Ping went to the dean's office.

Shang Shouren saw Chen Ping coming, and asked with a smile: "Xiao Chen is here, I heard that you are no longer attending the clinic, you are going around the operating room, do you want to learn surgery?"

"Do you want me to find you a master? Which aspect do you want?"

There are too many types of surgery, from external burns to heart, liver, spleen, stomach and kidney, brain and neurology, there may be thousands of subdivisions.

Chen Ping said calmly: "I can learn a lot by visiting the operating rooms one by one."

Shang Shouren shook his head with a wry smile, thinking to himself that this is still a young man, he doesn't know how to chew more than he can chew.

Many doctors have to study for a lifetime to learn a surgical technique.

Chen Ping knew that Shang Shouren didn't understand his abilities, so he didn't make any excuses: "Dean, I'm here this time to recommend a painkiller for the hospital."

Shang Shouren was slightly taken aback: "Painkillers? What kind?"

Chen Ping replied: "Pure Chinese medicinal preparations can be taken orally and applied externally, with almost no side effects!"

Shang Shouren pondered for a moment and said, "I remember that our hospital had a similar drug before, called Qinghao Zhitong Pill?"

"That's because you found out the problem and banned the drug prescription."

Chen Ping nodded and said, "Indeed, that's because the effect of Qinghao Zhitong Pill is too bad."

"And the Huoluo Shengji powder I recommend is very effective, even better than some western medicines."

The Provincial Hospital is an affiliated hospital of the Provincial Medical University. It is very independent, and the industrial and commercial associations have no control over it.

Just find an excuse for a large-scale clinical trial, and it can be promoted and used in the hospital.

Isn't the drug supervision going to be clinical?Chen Ping thought in his heart, then I will be clinical enough.

There is no separation of medicine and medicine. As the director of the provincial hospital, Shang Shouren is still very sensitive to news about the industry.

A few days ago, Chen Ping beat Yang Hanye, exposing his identity as the owner of the pharmaceutical factory. Shang Shouren knew very well that the medicine was produced by Chen Ping's pharmaceutical factory.

He didn't really want to drag the provincial hospital into this whirlpool.

"Well!" Shang Shouren hesitated: "I'll have a meeting to study it. After all, a common painkiller enters the hospital, and I still have to take some risks."

Chen Ping frowned slightly: "Dean, I think..."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the office was pushed open, and a doctor ran in, wiping cold sweat.

"Dean, there was a collapse accident on the No. 28 highway, which hit a bus. [-] injured people were sent to our hospital. Most of the injured were on the operating table, and some injured were seriously injured. We don't have enough doctors!"

As the third-level hospital with the best medical conditions in Lingnan Province, the provincial hospital has a very large team of doctors.

However, critically ill patients from all over the province are running here, and many doctors are busy on the operating table.

This kind of incident that sent most of the severe cases in one brain is the most headache for the hospital.

Shang Shouren stood up abruptly: "Isn't the medical team from the Second Provincial Hospital here to communicate? Ask them to help immediately."

The doctor smiled wryly and said: "The team from the Second Hospital is here, they took care of six wounded, and the rest of the wounded are..."

The doctor didn't continue talking, Shang Shouren also understood.

The rest are selected by the doctors, and the patients who feel that there is no hope of being saved.

Everyone knows that dying outside is different from dying on the operating table.

Shang Shouren ran out in a hurry, and Chen Ping followed him: "I'll go!"

"I have also seen a lot of operations these days, and I am fine."

Shang Shouren didn't believe it at all, but it was not easy to discourage Chen Ping's enthusiasm.

"I have an operation, and you will be my second assistant. You can see the situation first."

The first patient was knocked out of shape.

Kazusuke in the operating room kept mumbling: "Cracked fractures of both legs, CT diagnosis, ruptured liver and spleen, severe aortic blood loss..."

Chen Ping glanced at him, and thought it would be a pity not to talk about cross talk and report the name of the dishes with such a slippery tongue.

As soon as Shang Shouren opened his abdomen, blood gushed out like a spring.

The injured man opened his eyes suddenly, and was about to sit up with a scream.

The scalps of the doctors, including Shang Shouren, were about to explode.

"No, the patient has woken up!"

"There was no anesthesia before the operation!"

"Who the hell knew he could still be sober after this!"

"Crack!" A hand pressed down on the patient's shoulder.

"Crack!" It was that hand again, with a beautiful palm flip, hitting the back of the patient's neck accurately.

The patient fainted when his head was tilted.

Everyone in the consulting room looked at Chen Ping in shock.

Is it still possible to do this?This is such a long time to see you!