The Enhanced Doctor-Chapter 694 Jiang Tao heard it

(Thanks to Pure Lotus Drifting with the Wind and Sleepyhead for their encouragement with the monthly tickets)

"Banxia, you see, I’ve been so supportive of your work. Is there anything you could do for us? Be specific, don’t beat around the bush," Jiang Tao continued.

"Director Jiang, you know exactly what I can do. The best I can offer is to visit your department more often when my schedule is less hectic after I step down as chief resident," Liu Banxia said.

"Deal, that’s exactly what I want to hear," Jiang Tao slapped his thigh in agreement.

"To be frank, inviting you here a few times has had some effect, but it hasn’t been significant. We just can’t seem to fully grasp the techniques, so the improvement isn’t very noticeable."

"If we really could achieve some notable improvement, it would be a win-win. The real challenge in proctology is changing dressings."

"If we exert more force, the patient’s pain will increase exponentially. Doctors are also human. If they hear their patients crying out in pain, their hands will naturally become gentler, reducing the effectiveness of the dressing change."

"But being too gentle isn’t beneficial for the patient’s recovery. If wounds aren’t cleaned properly, they can easily develop new sinuses, wasting all the previous effort."

"I’m not expecting everyone to reach your level, because you have an exceptional pair of hands; that’s unbeatable. If we could improve even a bit from our current baseline, I would be satisfied."

"Even though proctology may seem insignificant, if mastered, it can benefit all humankind. In the past, people were ashamed of these diseases and didn’t want to seek medical treatment."

"Now, that’s not so much of an issue. Minor problems can become major ones if left untreated. Didn’t you have a patient with an anorectal abscess that developed into septicemia, causing you to argue with the patient’s family?"

"These two conditions aren’t necessarily related, but there is a certain probability of correlation. Some people can ignore a fistula for a lifetime, and it won’t cause significant harm. However, for others, it can develop into a complex fistula in less than a month."

"Speaking of your community outreach program, I heard you’ve been promoting information on hypertension, diabetes, and heart disease. Could you also include some information about proctology?"

"As doctors, we’re not hoping for our patients to get sick just so we can profit. Given the choice between treating a simple fistula and a complex one, I would prefer the simpler one."

"It saves time, effort, and worry, and it offers the best cost-to-benefit ratio. It also helps improve the patient turnover rate, so many patients don’t end up staying in the hospital for half a month."

"Director Jiang, that’s no problem at all. Just have your department prepare a concise and clear pamphlet and give it to Wang Chao. Our current promotional efforts are quite effective, and people are generally more concerned about health issues these days," Liu Banxia nodded with a smile.

This is a minor issue, simply a matter of changing a template.

Even now, many people don’t take fistulas and hemorrhoids seriously. But once these diseases develop, they can be incredibly hard to control. Without his advice, wouldn’t Qiu Huaili’s fistula have been neglected?

Getting sick is sometimes a matter of fate. The same underlying disease can remain dormant in many people for a lifetime, but in others, it can progress rapidly.

"Director Jiang, let’s leave it at that for now. I have a patient in the emergency center suspected of having encephalitis or meningitis, and I need to go check on them," Liu Banxia said, standing up.

"Alright, as long as you’re not stringing me along. Don’t disappear on me when I’m relying on you. If that happens, I’ll go complain to Chief Director Zhou," Jiang Tao said.

"Director Jiang, do you really think I have the guts to deceive you? The most I might do is sweet-talk Wang Chao a little. It took some coaxing and praising, but I managed to get the fecal transplant program established," Liu Banxia said with a wry smile.

"Let’s not dwell on it. The results of the cerebrospinal fluid test should be out soon. If it’s confirmed, there will be a lot of trouble. We’ll need to investigate the cause."

"That’s why I say it’s better to be in proctology. You don’t have to think so hard, and you still earn a good income," Jiang Tao said with a smile.

"It’s no use saying that now; I’m still quite intimidated by Director Zhou. I have to go. Talk to you later." With that, Liu Banxia quickly left.

"This kid, he’s really made something of himself now. Guan Wei, what do you think of what he just said?" Jiang Tao remarked, watching Liu Banxia’s receding figure.

"Director, I think we can give it a try. To be honest, we do have some deficiencies in our methods for changing dressings," Guan Wei said.

"While part of the reason is for treatment effectiveness, as you mentioned, a large part is also due to habit. Even though Liu Banxia didn’t say it directly, that’s what he was implying."

"No matter what it is, when you do something repeatedly, you get used to it, and it becomes routine. Making some changes would be good; it’s part of our job to improve, after all."

Jiang Tao nodded. "That’s what the kid meant. If it were the old him, he would have just blurted it out. Now he’s learned to beat around the bush. That’s good."

"This is for the good of our department, and it helps this kid out too. I’ll call everyone for a short meeting tomorrow to discuss this. Also, the issue of interns performing surgeries needs improvement."

"Let’s also aim to pick the best of the best. Even if we don’t have the same recognition as the cardiac surgery department, we can’t lag too far behind. Maybe we can even set up a proctology unit in the emergency center eventually, but we’ll need a strong enough reputation for that."

Guan Wei was amused. He hadn’t expected Director Jiang’s fighting spirit to be rekindled after Liu Banxia stirred things up a bit. The director often used to grumble that he should have tried harder; he might have poached Liu Banxia then. With Liu Banxia around, the proctology department would definitely transform day by day. This time, Liu Banxia had made a promise, albeit one with ’deferred payment.’ As long as he could regularly come and demonstrate for the interns, it would still be a great help. It would allow the interns to witness a higher standard and set higher goals for themselves. So what if it’s the proctology department? It can produce talented individuals too.

He felt that the doctors in the proctology department wouldn’t resist this idea. After all, even though it was one of the main departments of the Second Hospital, the proctology department did have a somewhat lower status. If they could truly turn things around this time, even if they didn’t achieve the same level of renown as the general surgery, cardiac surgery, or neurosurgery departments, it would be a success even if it just managed to boost everyone’s income a bit. What does one work so hard for? Isn’t it for the monthly paycheck? Everyone works hard and is already putting in a lot of extra effort, so what’s a little more? If they could really build up the proctology department and eventually open a proctology outpatient clinic in the emergency center, that would be incredible. It would be like dropping a bombshell on the otherwise quiet proctology department, giving everyone something to strive for.

Liu Banxia had no idea that the suggestion he had casually offered might bring earth-shattering changes to the proctology department. In his heart, he was still very worried about the child named Jiajia. Whether it was encephalitis or meningitis, after identifying the bacteria causing the infection, they also needed to find out the root cause of the infection for a complete treatment. Plus, the anemia symptoms also had him puzzled. He had to consider it from two angles, which meant there could be many possible outcomes.

He had just returned to the lobby of the emergency center when he stopped in his tracks, dumbfounded.

"Huang Bo, what’s going on? Why are there so many people today?" Liu Banxia called Huang Bo over.

"Teacher Liu, these are all students from the medical college. The ones who came yesterday must have gone back and spread the word, so more people came today," Huang Bo said.

Liu Banxia frowned. "In the past, an occasional wave of visitors was fine, but we can’t have them treating this place like a tourist attraction."

"Let’s do this: you tell Liu Yiqing that for these students today, and any who come in the future, just give them a brief introduction. It’s my fault. Yesterday, I got carried away and took them straight to the operating room."

"Teacher Liu, if we do this, will they say negative things about us?" Huang Bo asked worriedly.

"We can’t worry about that. If we let this become a habit, it’ll be hard to stop. If people are constantly barging into our operating rooms, it will definitely affect surgical procedures," Liu Banxia said.

"This is my fault, but I don’t have time right now. Could you and Liu Yiqing help explain? Our outreach to the medical school was to recruit promising candidates, not for them to come here for sightseeing."

Huang Bo nodded. "Teacher Liu, you go ahead. Liu Yiqing and I will handle this."

It was a disciple’s duty to take on such tasks. Even though Liu Banxia had said it was his fault, Huang Bo couldn’t very well use that as the direct explanation to the students. He would just have to explain patiently. Although it would disappoint these students, it was necessary for the hospital’s normal operations. There were indeed many more students this time; a rough count put them at forty or fifty.

Liu Banxia left this matter for Huang Bo to handle and went directly to the laboratory.

The lab staff had teased him last time, saying he only showed up when he was anxious about test results. He couldn’t help it; it was the same this time.

"President Liu, here again? Is it about the cerebrospinal fluid test?" the lab technician, Chu Hongmei, asked with a smile.

"Sorry, are the results out?" Liu Banxia asked.

"Yes, it’s encephalitis. It’s already been sent to Doctor Peng in Neurology, but whether the bacterial culture will succeed depends on luck," Chu Hongmei said.

"Thank you. I have to go find Peng Bo," Liu Banxia said hurriedly.

Although the diagnosis was confirmed, he didn’t feel much relief. He had been mulling over this very possibility earlier, and things were indeed heading in the direction he’d considered.

(PS: They say the dragon has nine sons, each different. Well, the family in ’I’m Raising Kids in Journey to the West’ isn’t so different: a silly second child, a steady third, a pretentious fourth, a fifth one going through an ’eighth-grader’ phase, and most importantly, the eldest claims his name is Bristly Pig...)