eurekapd Chapter 1570 Shock! Pilot private contracting hospital?
Chapter 1570 Shock! Pilot private contracting hospital?
Lin Jianzhou had just arrived home and was still wearing the neat dark gray Zhongshan suit he had worn to the meeting, with the buttons fastened meticulously.
He was holding a document in his hand, his brows knitted into a knot, staring blankly at the several sheets of writing-filled manuscript paper spread out on the stone table, with a look of deep resentment and bitterness.
There was a cup of freshly brewed jasmine tea next to him, steaming hot. It was almost cold, but he didn't even take a sip.
He was completely shrouded in a heavy worry, and even the creaking sound of Li Xiangnan pushing the door in could not immediately pull him out of his thoughts.
"Uncle Lin?" Li Xiangnan cleared his dry throat and called out again tentatively.
"Huh?" Lin Jianzhou suddenly came back to his senses and raised his head.
When he saw that it was Li Xiangnan, his face, which was originally full of sorrow, suddenly brightened up as if the clouds had parted and the sun had seen it. His eyes lit up and he became energetic.
He immediately put down the documents in his hand, a very enthusiastic smile, even a little relieved, appeared on his face, and waved repeatedly:
"Xiangnan?! Oh my! You're really here! Come on, come and sit down! I was just worried I couldn't find anyone who understood what was going on!"
This enthusiasm made Li Xiangnan a little confused.
The main thing is that his words seemed to imply that he had known I was coming!
Could it be that... when Lin Chuqiao or Lin Youwei came back, they told Uncle Lin that they might come?
Could it be that these two girls have already informed him of their thoughts?
But it doesn’t look like it!
Lin Jianzhou's expression seemed to be quite different from his daughters' urgency!
He was a little nervous at first, but he didn't expect to be met with such an overjoyed smiling face.
He hurried over and sat down on the small stool opposite the stone table, subconsciously straightening his back.
Lin Jianzhou personally picked up the large iron kettle sitting on the small charcoal stove and refilled the empty teacup in front of Li Xiangnan with boiling water.
The emerald green tea leaves swirl and expand in the coarse porcelain cup, and the fragrance of tea fills the air.
"Try it, the Mingqian Longjing tea that has just been delivered is delicious." He pushed the teacup in front of Li Xiangnan, but did not bother to drink it himself. He couldn't wait to pick up the document on the table, pointed at the few lines of words on it, and sighed heavily.
"Xiangnan, you don't know that your uncle's hair has almost turned white with worry these days!"
Lin Jianzhou's voice carried the fatigue and deep worry of someone in a high position. "Today in Zhongnanhai, we're having a meeting about this very thing! Healthcare reform! The country is determined to break the 'big pot' system, to mobilize enthusiasm, and to ensure that ordinary people can afford and receive good medical care! The direction is good, but how will it be implemented in practice? It's a difficult task!"
He flipped open the document and pointed to a page. "Look here," he said, "encourage the exploration of diverse models for the provision of medical and health services." That's easy to say! The proposals submitted are either new wine in old bottles, still government-run under a different name; or they're overly ambitious, eager to push everything into the market all at once. How can that work? The people are not guinea pigs!"
Lin Jianzhou picked up his cup of cold tea and gulped down a big gulp, as if to suppress the anxiety in his heart.
He looked at Li Xiangnan with a burning gaze, almost desperate, "Xiangnan, you're smart, creative, and actually get things done down there, unlike those guys who are locked up in their offices writing reports. Tell me, how do we break this situation? How can we reduce the burden on the country, benefit the people, and allow truly capable and hardworking people to emerge? How exactly should we proceed?"
Li Xiangnan's mind was originally full of the mess of equity, but now he was bombarded with Lin Jianzhou's barrage of major issues concerning the national economy and people's livelihood, which temporarily suppressed the "debt of love" a little.
It turns out that Uncle Lin has been worried about these things recently!
No wonder he came to the hospital to look for me for many days when I was investigating a case in prison!
This major issue concerning people's livelihood really made him anxious.
He calmed himself down, picked up the teacup, and used the warm steam to quickly sort out his thoughts.
He thought of his own experience of struggling and finally making a name for himself in the medical field, of those private hospitals that struggled to survive in the cracks and finally came back to life, of the pain points of resource mismatch and the burst of market vitality... A bold idea gradually became clear in his mind.
"Uncle Lin," Li Xiangnan put down his teacup, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the rough stone tabletop, making a soft, thudding sound. "The core of the problem you're talking about is actually just one thing: the government's ability to provide a safety net is limited, while the people's needs are surging. This huge gap in between can't be filled by just shouting slogans and changing names."
He raised his head, his eyes calmly meeting Lin Jianzhou's hopeful yet scrutinizing gaze, and he chose his words carefully:
"In my opinion, we need to take steady, yet precise steps. Rather than starting over completely, or resorting to minor, insignificant measures, it's better to... choose a specific spot and conduct a pilot breakthrough."
"Pilot?" Lin Jianzhou leaned forward slightly, his eyes sharp.
"Yes, pilot."
Li Xiangnan nodded, his voice steady, a certainty that transcended his time. "Take Yanjing City, for example. Those district-level hospitals and factory-and-mine hospitals, with their prime locations but poor performance and straitened management, are ready-made 'points'! Rather than letting them languish in vain and waste precious national resources, why not boldly introduce new mechanisms?"
He paused, then threw out an idea that would definitely be considered shocking in this era: "Just like my Nianwei Hospital, let's try a private contracting responsibility system!"
"Private...private contract?" Lin Jianzhou took a breath and his pupils shrank suddenly.
Pilot private contracting hospitals?
The weight of these nine words in the summer of 1980 was like throwing a huge rock into a calm lake!
He had a premonition!
This is a unique way that is more impactful than Li Xiangnan establishing his own private hospital!
He subconsciously clenched the teacup in his hand, his knuckles turning white.
"Uncle Lin, please don't be impatient. Just listen to me."
Li Xiangnan spoke slowly, but every word he spoke was clear and powerful.
"This 'private' doesn't mean finding an individual business owner to do whatever they want. Instead, it means going through a rigorous qualification review to select professional medical personnel or teams with real talent, management skills, and a strong sense of medical ethics, and then granting them the right to operate and manage the hospital.
The state retains ownership of assets and sets clear public welfare goals, such as guaranteeing a certain proportion of low-cost or even free basic medical services. At the same time, contractors are allowed to earn reasonable profits by improving services and expanding special projects, provided they meet these goals. Self-financing and profit-making are a constant source of pressure and motivation.
The more Li Xiangnan spoke, the clearer his thoughts became. The success stories and failures of later generations quickly flashed through his mind, extracting the most core essence:
"This way, the government sheds its heavy operational burden, remaining solely responsible for oversight and ensuring basic fairness. Ordinary people benefit, enjoying more flexible and efficient medical services. And talented doctors and managers, committed to dedicated research, have a platform to showcase their talents and realize their value! This is called... a 'win-win-win' situation!"
There was silence around the stone table.
Only the occasional low chirping of summer insects could be heard from the grape trellis.
Lin Jianzhou froze.
He opened his mouth slightly and stared at Li Xiangnan, as if he was really getting to know this young man for the first time.
The document that had troubled him for many days and made him feel suffocated seemed to have lost its weight in his eyes at this moment.
Li Xiangnan's words were like a bolt of lightning that tore through the thick dark clouds, instantly illuminating the seemingly unsolvable maze before him!