After being separated from my family, I became a darling of the military region thanks to my medical

In the early morning, the aluminum pot on the stove was bubbling and steaming. Gu Zheng, wearing a slightly worn military green sweater, used fire tongs to turn over the honeycomb briquettes underneath and stuck the sliced ​​white steamed buns to the side of the stove to bake.

The slices of steamed bread gradually turned golden brown, emitting a simple wheat aroma. Old Ma yawned as he came out of the room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He saw Gu Zheng carrying two dishes of pickles and slices of steamed bread into the room and couldn't help but shake his head. This living devil who could strike fear into the hearts of the Vietnamese soldiers on the front lines in southern Xinjiang was now living a life of domesticity. If word got out, the soldiers in the company would be utterly astonished.

Ye Zhen changed into a neat white shirt and quickly finished her breakfast at the table.

"I heard the main hospital is in complete chaos. I'll take you there." Gu Zheng put the Jeep keys in his pocket and picked up Ye Zhen's canvas bag.

The jeep stopped completely just 30 meters from the gate of the North City Military Region General Hospital.

The area inside and outside the gate was packed with people. Patients and their families, who had come from all over the country after reading the People's Daily report, had completely blocked the open space in front of the outpatient building. The steps and flower beds were covered with tattered mats and newspapers. Some people were holding thin, pale children and eating dried sweet potatoes in the cold wind, while others were carrying bedding rolls and asking everyone they met, "Which room is Dr. Ye in?"

The security officers formed a human wall and shouted themselves hoarse, but they still couldn't stop the crowd from squeezing in.

Ye Zhen got out of the car, avoided the main entrance, and went around to the office building through a small door in the back warehouse.

At the end of the corridor, the door to the dean's office was ajar. Before even getting close, the sound of Zhou Hai smashing an enamel teacup could be heard inside.

"What is your outpatient department doing! You can't get appointments, so you're just blocking people in the lobby? There are hundreds of people crammed in upstairs and downstairs. If there's a stampede, we'll all have to take off our uniforms!"

The outpatient department director, sweating profusely, argued, "Dr. Zhou, it's really not our fault. These people all specifically requested appointments with Dr. Ye, ignoring the empty rooms of other specialists. Isn't Dr. Ye currently working in the countryside in Qingyun County? We don't even know when she'll be back, how are we supposed to schedule appointments?"

Lin Weiguo huddled on the worn-out leather sofa next to him. He had dark circles under his eyes, looking as if he'd been soaking in ice water all night. When the head of the outpatient department mentioned Qingyun County, his cheeks twitched slightly, but he didn't dare utter a sound.

With a creak, the wooden door was pushed open.

Ye Zhen walked in carrying a canvas bag, her expression cool and calm, with her white coat draped over her arm.

Zhou Hai was stunned for a moment, then his tightly furrowed brows relaxed instantly. He rushed over, not even bothering to ask how he got back, and said urgently, "Xiao Ye, you're back? You saw the scene downstairs, right? If this drags on any longer, the main hospital's sign will be smashed. Even if you had three heads and six arms, you couldn't see all those patients in a day."

Ye Zhen ignored the question and pulled out a wooden chair to sit down. She took out a stack of letters covered in writing from her canvas bag and pushed them directly in front of Zhou Hai.

"This is my proposed outpatient clinic reform plan. The old-fashioned registration and consultation method is too inefficient." Ye Zhen's voice was not loud, but it conveyed a sense of confidence in controlling the overall situation.

Zhou Hai quickly took the letter.

"We've cleared out three large rooms in the lobby on the first floor to set up three temporary specialist outpatient clinics: orthopedics, cardiothoracic surgery, and general surgery." Ye Zhen pointed to the flowchart on the letter, her words clear and organized. "All patients coming from out of town to see me will be directed to these three departments by the outpatient nurses according to their condition. They don't need to wait for my number; they can go straight in for their appointment."

The outpatient department director, listening nearby, shook his head: "Dr. Ye, this won't work. People have come all this way specifically for your report. If you just hand it to any other doctor, their families might tear the outpatient building down."

"Who said they let other doctors treat them?" Ye Zhen looked up at him.

The head of the outpatient department choked.

Ye Zhen continued to Zhou Hai, "The doctors at these three temporary clinics only do three things: take a medical history, order routine lab tests and X-rays, and record the patient's vital signs in detail. They don't need to provide a treatment plan."

Zhou Hai stared at the flowchart, his mind racing: "You mean, assembly line operation?"

"Yes. After the patients finish their tests and return to the temporary outpatient clinic with their results, the doctors compile all the information into standard medical records and send them to me every hour." Ye Zhen tapped her slender fingers on the table. "I only review medical records, look at films, and develop treatment plans in my office. For common problems, I just write a prescription and send it back. If surgery is needed, I specify the procedure and admit the patient directly to the hospital. This way, I can review hundreds of medical records a day."

In the afternoon, Ye Zhen made it clear that all time should be reserved for high-difficulty surgeries.

After hearing this, Zhou Hai slapped his thigh excitedly: "Great idea! Separate the most time-consuming parts, the questioning and writing, and you control the core technical decisions. This will definitely increase efficiency several times over!"

But the joy that had just begun to show on his face froze again.

"But Xiao Ye, all the doctors in the main hospital are working at full capacity right now, and even the mobile medical teams that went to the countryside can't be withdrawn. Where am I going to find so many knowledgeable and quick-witted doctors to be your 'record takers' at the temporary clinic?"

If you let a regular doctor do this job, they won't be able to find out the core symptoms, and the medical records will be useless. If you let the department head do it, they also have to take care of their own wards and simply can't spare the time. This is the biggest deadlock.

Lin Weiguo finally felt a sense of presence on the sofa, cleared his throat and said, "Yeah, this plan sounds good, but it's impossible to implement in practice. We can't exactly go to a nursing school and grab a few students to write medical records, can we?"

Ye Zhen didn't even glance at Lin Weiguo. She leaned back in her chair and looked at Zhou Hai.

"Dean Zhou, I've heard that many hospitals have called, strongly requesting to send their key doctors here for further training?"

Zhou Hai was taken aback, then nodded subconsciously: "Yes, I did call. But I haven't had a chance to reply yet."

"That's enough." Ye Zhen stood up, put on her white coat, and buttoned it up one by one. "You should call back these hospitals immediately and agree to their requests for further training. But there are conditions: First, there is no limit to the number of places, but they must be key personnel at the deputy director level or above; second, once you arrive at the main hospital, you will work in shifts at the temporary outpatient clinic in the morning to write medical records, and in the afternoon you will go into the operating room to resuscitate and clean instruments for me."

Zhou Hai's eyes widened, his lips moved, but he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Why would those high-ranking, senior directors and veterans from the provincial hospital, who think they're above everyone else, travel all the way to the Beicheng Military Region General Hospital to sit on the sidelines as "recorders" in the outpatient department? And even have to act as their assistants?

"This...can they do it?" Zhou Hai swallowed.

"They're here to learn the skills." Ye Zhen straightened her collar, her tone as calm as if she were stating something perfectly ordinary. "Why should I teach them if they don't offer real money for their technical labor? If they don't want to come, just cross their names off. People all over the world who want to learn this craft could line up from here all the way to Wangfujing."

After saying that, Ye Zhen pushed open the door and walked out.

Zhou Hai stood there stunned for a full five seconds, then suddenly burst into laughter. He pointed at Lin Weiguo, laughing so hard that tears were almost streaming down his face.

"Old Lin, Old Lin, look at what Xiao Ye is thinking! He's using others to make money! He's getting the top doctors in the country to work for free at our hospital! I'm going to make a call right now! In addition to those two conditions, we need to add one more: he has to take care of his own food and lodging." Zhou Hai grabbed the Red Flag brand landline phone receiver on the table and shouted at the operator.

Lin Weiguo sat on the leather sofa, his face flushing and paling by turns. He knew in his heart that from this day forward, the Beicheng Military Region General Hospital was truly under new leadership.