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- Update time: 2012-10-03
"Yeah." Yang Zongbao didn't think it was unreasonable to discuss this kind of topic with Erbao at all, he just took the ingredients he needed.
Erbao thought to himself that his brother-in-law, who was slow in these aspects, had to worry about it himself.
Yang Zongbao bought the ingredients, took Erbao back to the apartment, and started frying steak.
Jane and Catherine went to work sweetly.
Yang Zongbao serves Erbao eating steak.
Erbao ate the steak with a dignified posture, and his every move reflected good upbringing.
Yang Zongbao smiled at the fact that Erbao was a brat, and he opened his notebook and continued to read the copied operation records of the past month.
"Brother-in-law, George will be here tomorrow, right?" Erbao said dully halfway through eating.
"Well, you will go back with him." Yang Zongbao turned a page.
"I" Erbao stopped talking.
"You don't have to go back." Yang Zongbao continued.
"Really?" Erbao almost stood up.
"Fake."
"You don't mean what you say." Erbao sat back dissatisfied.
Yang Zongbao continued to look through the medical records.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?" Erbao asked.
Yang Zongbao noticed that Erbao's mood was very wrong, and finally stopped what he was doing: "What's the matter?"
"I feel like my life is not as good as before. My sister is also very busy, and you are also very busy." Erbao was in a low mood.
"Dou Bao." Yang Zongbao gave the steak on his plate to Er Bao: "Actually, your sister didn't have the ability to protect herself before, but now she is trying her best to strengthen herself to protect you. And I don't have the right to relax now." Yang Zongbao didn't care whether Er Bao understood or not, he spoke directly to Er Bao.
"I know, you are all busy." Erbao vented his anger on the steak, and kept cutting the innocent steak with the knife and fork.
¡°Okay, eat quickly, I¡¯ll take you back later.¡± Yang Zongbao said helplessly.
Erbao reluctantly fed the beef into his mouth.
Yang Zongbao read the information on the computer several times, but found nothing wrong. But there is always something strange about it.
The black aunt said she was short of 20 empty bottles, 20 bottles, and 20 bottles was exactly one plate. Yang Zongbao chanted repeatedly. Suddenly a flash of inspiration occurred, and Yang Zongbao excitedly quickly calculated the dosage of all the fentanyl in the medical records. It was found that the dosage was the same as that finally calculated by Mitchell. So what does this mean? It shows that the total amount of fentanyl is correct, but there are 20 pill bottles missing. To put it bluntly, someone added 20 more fentanyl out of thin air.
Who can create 20 more bottles of fentanyl? Only an anesthesiologist can do this. Some operations used 0.5 ml, but he wrote it as 1 ml. In this way, an extra 0.5 ml could be made out of thin air without being discovered. In other words, he only needs to perform 40 operations a month, and these 20 fentanyls will be released.
Thinking of this, Yang Zongbao called Mitchell.
"Yang" There was a lot of noise around Mitchell, who was obviously taking care of his children.
"I would like to ask if there has been a shortage of bottles in this month. Has there been a shortage of medicine bottles in the past?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"There were less in the past, but not this many. You know, each of our departments has some spare empty medicine bottles just to replenish them in case of wear and tear. But these two months actually saved me for several years. All the empty bottles were used up." Mitchell changed rooms on the other end of the phone, and the surroundings were finally quiet.
"How many bottles are missing in total?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"27, but there are so many this month." Mitchell realized that Yang Zongbao might have discovered a problem, so he cooperated extremely well.
"I understand, have there been any new anesthesiologists in the past few months?" Yang Zongbao.
"The number of surgeries in our emergency department is pretty good. You know, our surgeries are not as large as those in the operating room, and they are basically emergency treatments. So there are not many anesthesiologists who take turns to work, and there are no new ones. The ones who come often are Daniel and David. "
"David" Yang Zongbao immediately searched David's surgical records. Sure enough, among all the surgeries he performed, including epidural anesthesia for appendicitis, fentanyl was injected intravenously: "Are all appendicitis surgeries done in the emergency department?"
"Well, because the emergency room has an operating room, if there is an emergency operation, we will ask the doctor to come down and do it. After all, this is a huge profit. If you can do it yourself, do it yourself. Otherwise, everyone will get less bonus at the end of the year"
Mitchell babbled and digressed from the topic. Yang Zongbao listened patiently, recording David's dosage in his hand. A bit bigger than others, but within the limits. Even if David is serious about making medicine, he can¡¯t hold it nowWhat's wrong.
"I understand, you can take the medicine first this time. I'm checking." After Yang Zongbao finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Now that we have a direction, the rest is just a matter of monitoring.
"What's the matter?" Erbao was not satisfied with Yang Zongbao's continuous talking on the phone.
"There is something going on in the hospital." Yang Zongbao said and turned off the computer: "I will take you back after eating."
"oh."
Erbao finished his meal obediently. Yang Zongbao led the children to clear the way.
Walking on the bustling road, Yang Zongbao felt that these were all illusions and had nothing to do with him.
Downstairs in the apartment where Dou Wenwen was brought, Yang Zongbao said to Erbao: "Go up."
"Oh." Erbao went upstairs obediently, turning around several times to look at Yang Zongbao pitifully. But Yang Zongbao was determined not to be defeated by Erbao's cat-like eyes, and still hardened his heart.
"Why don't you go up and sit down?"
As soon as Yang Zongbao turned around, he saw Dou Wenwen standing behind him holding a pile of clothes.
"It's too late, no, take good care of yourself." Yang Zongbao helped Dou Wenwen smooth the hair hanging on her face: "Don't cut your hair when it grows long."
"I know, you should go to bed early. I feel like you don't look good." Dou Wenwen went upstairs without being verbose.
It was only at this time that Yang Zongbao felt a touch of happiness.
In a good mood, Yang Zongbao walked back to the apartment.
Anna and Medellin are also back and are cooking.
"Where have you been?" Anna took off her shoes and sat cross-legged on the sofa with a large medical dictionary on her lap.
"Go for a walk." Yang Zongbao also sat cross-legged on the sofa.
"It just so happens that Medellin is making apple pie. Let's try it together. He can't get anything but apple pie to eat."
"Baby, you are talking about me again." Medellin came out with a freshly baked apple pie, lowered his head and kissed Anna, and then put the pie on the coffee table.
Yang Zongbao took a piece without politeness. It tasted good: "When did you get together?"
"In the past few days, the time you met in the duty room was our first time." Medellin said generously.
"The progress is really fast." Yang Zongbao discussed the matter. But Anna and Medellin were embarrassed.
"By the way, have you heard of it?" Anna suddenly became interested.
"What did you hear?" Medellin sat next to Anna and asked kindly while holding Anna in his arms.
"Luo Lin, the cardiothoracic surgeon, submitted his resignation today."
"That's to be expected. Of course you have to resign if you are demoted. Otherwise, how can you have the honor to stay?" Medellin continued.
"Yang, what do you think?" Anna sought Yang Zongbao's agreement.
"Ah, I have no objection." Yang Zongbao didn't know what to say about this matter.
"You don't know what the new arrival will be like? There is news that the hospital has begun to contact a British director of cardiothoracic surgery." Anna found Yang Zongbao's indifferent attitude towards this matter very incredible.
"Well, what's that person's skill like?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"Are you kidding me? One of the most powerful candidates for the Nobel Prize in Medicine next year." Anna exclaimed, "Being selected by him and becoming his student is a shortcut."
"Are the doctors in this hospital so energetic?" Yang Zongbao didn't think the legendary Hua Tuo was in his hospital.
"No, it seems that the people you see are not that good. In fact, they are all powerful characters." Anna approached mysteriously and said, "Do you know who is behind Dansi?"
"Who?" Yang Zongbao had to satisfy Anna's desire.
"His father is a shareholder of our school."
"Tch, what is this?" Medellin disagreed: "My dad is also an equipment dealer."
"Equipment dealer?" Yang Zongbao moved his ears when he heard this.
"Well, you didn't expect it, right?" Medellin was a little proud.
"Your dad sells everything?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"Well, most of them are sold."
"When will your father come over? I have a business." Yang Zongbao was thinking about how he could get the goods first and then pay.
Medellin didn¡¯t think that Yang Zongbao¡¯s so-called business would be worth his father¡¯s personal trip: ¡°Yang, how big is your business?¡±
"It's very big. The decoration of a hospital."
¡°Then let me give it a try. You know my dad¡¯s products are cheaper than those sold directly by manufacturers on the market "So far, Medellin still thinks that Yang Zongbao's so-called decoration is just a community outpatient clinic. If Medellin knows that Yang Zongbao is going to carry out professional equipment for a hospital, he will definitely come over immediately.
But Yang Zongbao didn¡¯t want to explain clearly. Because I still have some things to solve, this matter can be slowed down for the time being.
"Luo Lin's skills are good?" This is what Yang Zongbao needs to affirm.
"Well, it's very good. It's perfect, but what can I say, it's just not going to happen. That's why it was withdrawn."
Discussing each mentor in private is also one of the ways interns can relieve their stress.
After several people finished eating the apple pie, Pete came back with bruises on his face. Anna wanted to ask about the situation, but was dodged by Peter and got into the room by herself.
"What's wrong with him?" Anna didn't understand.
"I don't know." Yang Zongbao became interested in the book on Anna's lap: "What book?"
"Hey, there are successive owners of Seattle Hospital. But the last person recorded is Monkto Ferrambi. But he is already dead." Anna paused: "The original owner bless him. There is no record in this later book. I don¡¯t know who owns this hospital now. It seems that the current owner has not appeared in any public places since ten years ago. I think it is strange that it has always been managed by his agent. Is the owner this time very handsome?¡±
"Maybe it's an old man who is about to die." Medellin was not happy that the fictitious owner had taken away Anna's mind.
Yang Zongbao asked himself, he is not old.
"You are jealous. Anyway, I am now curious about the owner of this hospital." Anna closed the book.
Yang Zongbao took it and flipped through it. The last page was his memory that had been sealed away for 10 years. Monkto Ferrambi, Yang Zongbao¡¯s mentor.
"Isn't he handsome?" Anna continued the discussion on the side.
"Well, he's very handsome" What Yang Zongbao thinks of now is his handsome arguments and superb skills - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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