Chapter 299: 0293 Elastic System for Second-line Teams (1/4)

Returning to the Emergency Building of City First Hospital, Zheng Ren waved goodbye to Director Ding.

Director Ding had already adjusted his mindset, smiling at Zheng Ren and said, "Doctor Zheng, I have high hopes for you. If you have any requests, come directly to me. I can handle ordinary matters."

Zheng Ren smiled and nodded.

Without rushing back to the emergency ward, Zheng Ren first went to Director Pan's office.

Knocked on the door, someone was inside.

Zheng Ren pushed the door open and entered.

Director Pan was wearing reading glasses, looking at a magazine.

Zheng Ren glanced at it; it seemed to be a medical journal, but he didn't see the title.

"Director, I'm back." Zheng Ren stood respectfully with his hands at his sides and said.

"Have a seat." Director Pan took off his reading glasses, looked at Zheng Ren and said, "Let me tell you something: Attending Fu has resigned."

"Oh." Zheng Ren responded.

"Huh?" Director Pan looked slightly surprised and asked, "Do you know?"

"Su Yun said she would persuade him to resign when she returns; that's the bottom line." Zheng Ren said.

Director Pan looked at Zheng Ren with interest, smiled, and didn't continue the topic.

"I heard from Xiao Su that you've done two research projects in the Imperial Capital, preparing to publish them in foreign journals?" Director Pan asked.

"It's all Su Yun handling it; I only take care of the surgeries." Zheng Ren said.

"This is a major matter; you need to pay more attention." Director Pan removed his glasses and said, "Your workload on this side is indeed heavy. I'm thinking about how to lighten your burden—do you have any ideas?"

"I'm fine here; situations like yesterday's aren't common." Zheng Ren placed his hands on his knees and sat upright.

"That's not how it's said." Director Pan said, "Yesterday in the operating room, Director Kong from the Imperial Capital said he wanted to find you for a national-level research project?"

"Yes." Zheng Ren nodded, "Director Kong said he will prepare twenty patients with small nodular liver cancer each month for me to go to the Imperial Capital for one or two days of surgery as part of the research."

"Hmm." Director Pan tapped his fingers on the side-placed "Pipe and Awl" chapter and fell into thought.

"Difficulties can be overcome." Zheng Ren said seriously.

Director Pan continued to stay silent, thinking about something.

At that moment, the hospital's internal landline rang.

Director Pan answered the phone.

"It's me."

"Hmm? Okay. But we need people, we need those who can work, don't dump all kinds of useless people on me."

"Understood, report as soon as possible."

Director Pan hung up, smiled at Zheng Ren, and said, "You're growing fast; I'm relieved."

"Is this about personnel adjustment?"

"Hmm." Director Pan replied, "Director Ding Zhongtai said he has already reported this to Dean Xiao, and we need to transfer two doctors. That way you should be much lighter."

"Hmm."

"Two people, plus Yang Lei and Chang Yue, make a four-day rotation." Director Pan calculated, "For surgeries, you can work together with Su Yun, or you can take separate shifts."

Zheng Ren suddenly felt much lighter.

"Is Su Yun's level okay?" Director Pan asked.

This question shouldn't really come from a director's mouth.

Personnel authority is the most important power. Promoting a junior doctor to Inpatient Chief is a major career event for that doctor.

Yet Director Pan doesn't have a fixed idea on this matter; he also habitually consults Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren hesitated slightly.

"For routine minor surgeries in General Surgery, Su Yun's surgical skill should be at the level of Director Sun. In thoracic surgery… his ability is still decent. I heard in the Imperial Capital that during his graduate studies he performed heart transplants on lab mice; he should be able to handle emergencies."

Director Pan's pupils contracted.

Being able to do a heart transplant—is that just "still decent"?

Although it's an experimental surgery, I didn't expect Su Yun to be more capable than I imagined.

However, Director Pan quickly adjusted his mood and said with a chuckle, "Put more energy into research; a mature surgical technique, in the coming decades, can save countless lives."

"Okay."

While they were speaking, Director Pan's landline rang again.

Just as he picked up the receiver, a string of shouting came from the other end, so loud it could be heard without holding the phone to the ear.

It was a certain department head calling to argue with Director Pan.

Zheng Ren felt helpless, spread his hands, and smiled.

Nowadays the hospital is short-staffed everywhere; many internal medicine junior doctors work three-day shifts, not to mention the second-line teams also need to go out for outpatient clinics, seeing hundreds of patients, and still have to do night shifts after returning.

This situation, in the foreseeable future, has no possibility of change.

Although with university expansion, the number of undergraduate medical students is increasing year by year, but in recent years the applicant pool has shown a downward trend. Moreover, after graduation, only those who truly engage in clinical work can reach about seventy percent, which is already not bad.

The overall hospital environment is harsh; many people give up this seemingly promising career during college.

Even if they choose clinical work, most opt for relatively low-risk departments such as dentistry and oncology.

Basically every department is understaffed; transferring personnel undoubtedly touches the "reverse scale" of department heads.

However, Zheng Ren knows, in Haicheng City First Hospital, who does Director Pan fear?

Being able to slap the table and curse at Dean Fu to get what he wants—would he care about these department heads?

After a few words, Director Pan easily comes out on top.

Hanging up the phone, Director Pan didn't retain any anger from the scolding; instead, he was unusually happy.

Zheng Ren stared blankly at Director Pan, not understanding why.

"Newcomer, come in early tomorrow to report for duty; you should be ready to take the flexible second-line shift." Director Pan said.

Obviously, he already had a plan in mind.

The flexible second-line shift means one doesn't need to stay at the hospital year-round.

Although it doesn't match the usual inpatient process, a place like Haicheng City's First Hospital still needs that kind of foundation, right?

Even the on-duty staff aren't fully staffed; copying the large hospital's inpatient system wholesale would be a joke.

Especially in the emergency department.

Zheng Ren smiled, genuinely from the heart.

"Go check the wards; keep an eye on the post-op patients. Especially the patient who fell from a height—though his condition has stabilized, we can't be careless." Director Pan reminded.

Zheng Ren set off to obey, and on the way he couldn't wait to tell Xie Yiren about the flexible second-line shift.

Returning to the emergency ward, Professor Luodou was snoring loudly in the duty room, his snores shaking the room.

Zheng Ren suddenly felt a bit fortunate; if there had been no emergency last night, he might have been unable to sleep.

Chang Yue was still busy; with seven or eight post-op patients, the paperwork alone could drive a doctor to breakdown.

Moreover, paperwork is just part of it—changing dressings, giving orders, communicating with families, noting which relatives are more demanding and which are easier to talk to—all of these require extensive clinical experience to handle.

Zheng Ren felt relatively reassured about Chang Yue.