In the evening, after day after day exercise, Tong Mei leaned in Zhang Yan's arms and whispered: "Zhang Yan, please give me a pulse?"

"It's so amazing, what kind of pulse should I take?" Zhang Yan didn't understand for a moment and said casually.

"We have been married for almost half a year, and my stomach has not moved. You are a doctor, please give me a pulse. If there is any problem, it will be better to treat it early." Tong Mei said with a low mood.

"You are in good health. When you are pregnant and having children, you need to pay attention to fate. Perhaps our fate has not come yet." Zhang Yan comforted with a smile.

"It's really because of the fate? Isn't there something wrong with my body?" Tong Mei got up, supported her body with her arms, staring at Zhang Yan with some disbelief and asked.

"Of course it's true. Can I still get cheaper for this?

What traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes is to treat four kinds of diagnosis: looking, listening, asking and touching. The first is looking.

We are together, how can I not care about you? Of course, I often consult you. If you have minor illnesses and disasters, it will be better if you have a little condition." After Zhang Yan said that, seeing that Tong Mei was still a little disbelief, he added

: "You forgot that every time I come to you, I can know in advance, even if it is one or two days in advance or one or two days later.

This is not only that, I can calculate the days, but also the credit for the diagnosis.”

"So that's it, I said, you remember more accurately than me every time." Tong Mei leaned back into Zhang Yan's arms with a happy face.

The hangout movement made Zhang Yan feel excited.

"But, there is one thing you said right. We have been married for almost half a year and have no children yet. It seems that we still haven't worked hard enough! Let's work harder." After that, Zhang Yan turned over...

Several times of wind and rain, several times of spring and autumn.

Spring flowers and autumn moon, red candles swaying.

The next day, Zhang Yan rode his bicycle to Xicheng Hospital with great energy.

Today is Wednesday, and Zhang Yan is going to Xicheng Hospital early in the morning to diagnose and treat newly admitted patients with appendicitis.

"Doctor Zhang, you are here!" Peng Dahai came up to welcome him.

"How many patients are there today?" Zhang Yan asked with a smile.

Zhao Pengcheng went to the steel rolling mill to give lectures to a Chinese medicine apprentice, so Peng Dahai accompanied Zhang Yan to the rounds.

"Four, two of them came yesterday."

"Yeah!" Zhang Yan nodded.

As Xicheng Hospital becomes more and more famous for treating appendicitis, there is no need to ask people everywhere. Patients with appendicitis in the entire Sijiucheng City take the initiative to come to Xicheng Hospital.

Even if residents of Dongcheng and Haidian come to Xicheng Hospital for treatment, they cannot be reimbursed, and the patients are willing to come.

The patient will also settle the accounts. He needs surgery to treat appendicitis in other hospitals. He does not need surgery when he goes to Xicheng Hospital. He can only take a few pairs of Chinese medicine to cure it.

In this era, appendicitis is a major operation. If you don’t make a good deal, you will dare to lose your life.

Therefore, many patients would rather spend their own money than go to Xicheng Hospital for treatment.

Zhang Yan neatly checked the four patients, prescribed the prescription, and then left Xicheng Hospital.

Back at the steel rolling plant, Zhang Yanxian came to the factory office building and found Director Yang.

"Manager, this is the sketch I drew last night. There is an inexperienced suggestion. Please see if it fits or not." Zhang Yan humbly handed over the floor plan and renderings he drew to Director Yang.

"So fast! Let's take a look!" Director Yang smiled and took the drawings and looked at them.

"Xiao Zhang, I didn't expect you to draw drawings. Not to mention anything else, the drawings are no worse than those engineers in the factory.

Is this the hospital you designed?" Seeing the drawings drawn by Zhang Yan, Director Yang looked at Zhang Yan in disbelief and asked.

"Yes!" Zhang Yan nodded.

"Not bad! Very good! This hospital looks like one word: beautiful! grand!" Director Yang looked at Zhang Yan in surprise.

Zhang Yan really wanted to correct it, so Director Yang said four words.

"This is when I am bored and thinking about what the hospital in the future should look like. If I think too much, I will naturally have some ideas." Zhang Yan explained modestly.

"I think there is no need to change it, just follow yours!" Director Yang made the decision directly.

"By the way, what is your emergency hall?" Director Yang asked curiously when he saw the emergency hall that occupied nearly half of the building, as well as the emergency clinic and emergency ward behind.

"Manager, the concept of emergency department originated from some ideas I had when I was doing field rescue and field surgery on the army, and then combined with the situation in our factory, this was a medical concept proposed.

For example, work-related accidents or other emergencies, time is equivalent to life for such patients.

The so-called first aid means concentrating medical resources, giving priority to treatment, and emergency treatment." Zhang Yan briefly explained the meaning of first aid.

When Director Yang heard that it was Zhang Yan's own medical concept, he immediately became interested.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

"Is this first aid available abroad?" Director Yang asked incisively.

"No! Although first aid often occurs on the battlefield, this concept should be the first to propose.

First aid is not only applied to wartime, but also to civilian medical rescue.” Zhang Yan said with great certainty.

"I just heard you talk about first aid, it's very interesting.

In this way, you will write a written material and introduce this first aid carefully. The more detailed the better, the better." Director Yang said solemnly.

"Okay, I'll write it when I go back tonight!" Zhang Yan naturally knew why Director Yang was so solemn.

The country has just been established and attaches great importance to being able to lead the world.

Even if it is just a medical concept, it is a very important thing if it can really lead the world.

You're welcome to say that with this contribution, Director Yang can go further.

When Zhang Yan came up with this concept, he already figured it out.

He will definitely not be able to take this credit alone, it is too great.

After leaving the factory, Zhang Yan came to the auditorium.

Nowadays, Zhang Yan basically doesn’t have to go to the Red Star Hospital. If there is a disease that Dr. Zhen Jia can’t see, they will ask the patient to come to the auditorium to find him.

When we arrived at the auditorium, Zhao Pengcheng was still giving a lecture. Zhang Yan looked at his watch and Zhao Pengcheng still had to talk for a while.

I simply sat in the auditorium, took out paper and pen, and started writing a written report on the medical concept of emergency clinic.

Although Zhang Yan's previous life was not very good at medical skills, he was a professional and had a rotation in the emergency department. He still had some understanding of the emergency department.

With this life's knowledge, it's very easy to write.

Before I knew it, I wrote two pieces of paper.

"Doctor Zhang, you first aid... Can you let me see?" Zhao Pengcheng didn't know when the lecture had finished, standing behind him, looking at the concept of emergency medicine he wrote.

As the director of general surgery, Zhao Pengcheng is still very sensible and can see the value of this report at a glance.
Chapter completed!