Chapter 85 Conversation

Arriving at the inpatient area of ​​the oncology department upstairs, Huang Su clearly felt the depressing atmosphere here. In the corridor, patients and family members passing by all exuded a sense of despair.

Many of the patients who come to TCM for cancer treatment are patients who have been sentenced to death by Western medicine. Seeking TCM for treatment is just a matter of chance, and many patients themselves have no hope.

Huang Su walked to the information desk and found the nurse on duty and asked: "Comrade nurse, which ward is Zou Wenzhi in? He was just admitted to the hospital yesterday."

The nurse looked at Huang Su wearing a white coat and asked very responsibly: "Why haven't I seen you in the oncology department? Which department are you a doctor in? Do you have anything to do with Zou Wenzhi?"

Huang Su explained: "I am a doctor training in internal medicine, and I am also the doctor who treated Zou Wenzhi. It was Professor Sun who handed Zou Wenzhi over to me."

The nurse looked Huang Su up and down carefully and asked tentatively: "Is your name Huang Su?"

"I am Huang Su. Comrade nurse, how did you know that?" Huang Su asked in surprise.

The nurse lady replied: "Director Sun has specifically explained your matter. Zou Wenzhi's ward is in the second to last room in the innermost room."

As she spoke, the nurse stood up and pointed to the ward area on the left.

"Thanks!"

Huang Su thanked the nurse and walked along the corridor inside.

Walking into the ward, Zou Wenzhi was lying on the bed in the middle. There were white porridge, egg custard and a plate of fried spinach on the small table of the bed.

Accompanying him was the young man who came with him yesterday. Huang Su already knew that the young man was Zou Wenzhi's grandson.

Huang Su walked to Zou Wenzhi and asked, "Old man, are you still used to living here?"

"This hospital is the same. As long as you stay in any hospital for too long, you will get used to it." Then Zou Wenzhi pretended to complain: "The only thing I'm not used to is that the medicine you prescribed is too hard to swallow, bitter and has a strange smell. Doctor Huang, you

See if you can switch to some medicine that has the same effect but tastes better."

Seeing that Zou Wenzhi was still interested in joking with him, he was worthy of being someone who could comfort strangers on the first day they met. The old man had a really good attitude.

Huang Su also chatted with the old man and said: "Agrimony is bitter and astringent, but Agrimony and Hedyotis diffusa are good medicines for dispersing knots. As the saying goes, good medicines are bitter in taste and good for diseases."

As for Hedyotis diffusa, thanks to a certain drink, many people know its taste, so it’s okay not to mention it.

Huang Su chatted with the old man and said: "As soon as I walked up this floor today, I felt a sense of depression. In the entire ward, your old man has the best and most optimistic attitude."

The old man said with a smile on his face: "Human, you will die one day. You have to live a day of troubles and a day of happiness. Why not choose to live a happy day. But there are too many people who are blinded by greed and hatred.

, can’t see through.”

"The old man still knows how to live." Huang Su gave Zou Wenzhi a thumbs up and said: "Well, first drink the seven doses of medicine I prescribed for you, and then I will come over and review you."

Before leaving, Huang Su raised his arm and made a cheering gesture and said: "Old man! You have to stay optimistic, come on!"

Zou Wenzhi made the same gesture and said: "Doctor Huang, I will work hard!"

Huang Su walked out of the ward and walked to the oncology office.

Walking into the oncology office, Huang Su asked the doctor sitting against the door: "Doctor, please excuse me! I want to ask you, is Dr. Wei Laiwei here?"

Wei Lai, who was sitting at the back of the office, heard someone looking for him and stood up to see who it was.

Seeing that it was Huang Su, Wei Lai waved and said, "Huang Su, here!"

Huang Su nodded and thanked the doctor at the door, then walked straight to Wei Lai's workstation.

Wei Lai asked: "You came very early! Are you here to get medical records?"

"I just took a look at Zou Wenzhi and came over to pick up the medical records." Huang Su replied.

While looking through the medical records compiled yesterday, Wei Lai asked, "How is Zou Wenzhi doing?"

Huang Su replied, "With this kind of disease, just taking a medicine can make a big difference. But the old man's mentality is very optimistic."

"It is a good thing to have an optimistic attitude. I have seen so many cancer patients with my mentor, and I have seen too many people who could have lived a few more years, but they left early because of the pressure they put on themselves." Wei Lai handed the medical record folder to Huang Su and said:

"Remember to give it to me quickly."

Huang Su put the medical record in his hand and said, "Thank you! I will send it to you after I finish copying it."

Internal Medicine Office.

Returning to his work station, Huang Su opened his notebook, opened the medical record folder, and began to copy the medical records of several patients he had attended during Professor Sun Guizhi's consultation yesterday.

Zhang Yuan walked to Huang Su and asked, "Huang Su, what do you write?"

"Yesterday I attended Professor Sun's clinic to observe several patients. I transcribed them today and compared them with my own treatment ideas."

When he heard that it was Professor Sun's treatment case, Zhang Yuan's eyes lit up and he said: "Professor Sun's medical case must not be missed. Huang Su, after you finish copying it, lend me a copy."

"That's no problem. I'll lend you my notebook later, and I'll return the medical record folder in time." Huang Su agreed readily.

"Huang Su, you are so loyal!" Zhang Yuan gave Huang Su a thumbs up.

Huang Su actually wanted to tell Zhang Yuan that although memorizing prescriptions in traditional Chinese medicine is important, the most important thing is to learn and apply them flexibly and dialectically. If you copy prescriptions just for the sake of copying prescriptions, you will abandon the original and chase the last.

But it’s not easy to persuade Huang Su to say this. After all, we have just known each other for a day, and if we have a superficial conversation, it is easy to offend people.

Wang Xinlu came out of the director's office and saw that Huang Su had returned and said, "Huang Su, come out with me and I'll tell you something."

Huang Su handed his notebook to Zhang Yuan and followed Wang Xinlu out of the office. The two sat on plastic chairs against the wall.

Wang Xinlu asked: "Huang Su, I see you are diagnosing patients these days. Is there anyone in your family who is engaged in traditional Chinese medicine?"

"No!" Huang Su asked doubtfully, "Professor Wang, why did you remember to ask this?"

"I'm just curious. After interacting with you in the past two days, I feel like you don't look like a recent graduate, but like you have a family background?" Wang Xinlu said with doubts.

Huang Su could only explain: "Perhaps I am different from students from other colleges. The teacher regards me as a closed disciple. From the second semester of my freshman year, the teacher has taught me according to the traditional way of training Chinese medicine. My

There are no class hours in the course, and every day is fully scheduled. Seniors and graduate students spend three years attending clinics with the teacher."

You can't say that you have traveled back in time. If you say so, you will definitely be sent to be sliced ​​into pieces.

Huang Su then continued to add: "I heard from my teacher that this was how his master taught him back then. The master was a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner who was taught in the Mengjiang Medical University."

Huang Su didn't lie. It was precisely because of the teacher's education in his previous life that he laid a solid foundation for Huang Su to become the chief Chinese physician of the Department of Internal Medicine of Guang'anmen Hospital when he was just forty years old.

After Wang Xinlu nodded in acquiescence, he talked about Huang Su's work: "I am a doctor one day every Wednesday. From now on, when I am a doctor, you will treat all the patients, and I will be responsible for checking and filling the gaps for you."

"Professor Wang, this is not good!" Huang Su said hesitantly.

Wang Xinlu waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "This is Director Li's explanation."

"Thank you so much, Professor Wang!" Huang Su thanked her sincerely. In her previous life, she had worked in a hospital for more than 20 years, so she knew very well how much affection this meant.

Huang Su is currently not eligible for consultation at Guang'anmen Hospital, and the prescriptions he writes during consultation require Wang Xinlu's signature before they can take effect.

In other words, Wang Xinlu is responsible for the conditions of the patients being treated.

After only getting along for a day and a half, he was able to do this for himself. For this cultivation, Huang Su owes him a huge favor.

Wang Xinlu understood what Huang Su meant, waved his hand and said: "Don't worry, if you diagnose the wrong patient, I won't sign it. Also, tomorrow, Friday, you will work the night shift with me."

Suddenly, Huang Su was stunned for a moment when he heard that he was going to work the night shift. It was such a strange yet familiar word. After more than half a year since he was reborn, Huang Su seemed to have forgotten that Chinese medicine practitioners also had to work the night shift.
Chapter completed!