Early in the morning on the 9th, Lao Ma sent a car to take Yan Zixiu to the city.

On the way, Yan Zixiu looked at the progress of road construction and estimated that it would be all repaired in another week.

After having breakfast at the administrative office, Lao Ma personally accompanied Yan Zixiu to the regional traditional Chinese medicine hospital.

They didn't drive because they were very close.

The Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine is at the intersection of Beihai Road and Ping'an Road, very close to the train station and bus station, with convenient transportation. There are several tall willow trees outside the hospital gate, and a sign with black characters on a white background hangs at the door: Yingtian Regional Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

The yard is three acres in size, with a few trees growing sparsely. Patients, family members and staff come and go.

The most eye-catching thing on the front is the outpatient clinic building, which has three floors.

Yan Zixiu lamented that he was a regular doctor not long ago, but he didn't expect that he would now be a doctor treating people.

As Commissioner Wu's secretary, Lao Ma certainly had some respect. So before they entered the outpatient clinic, a man in his fifties, slightly chubby, and with a kind appearance hurriedly came out.

"Hello, Director Ma, is this Dr. Yan Zixiu you are talking about?" The man extended his hand to greet him.

Lao Ma shook hands with the man: "Hello, Dean Wu. Yes, this is Dr. Yan. Xiao Yan, this is the Wu Jitong I told you, Dean Wu."

"Hello, Dean Wu." Yan Zixiu and Wu Jitong shook hands with Dean.

"Oh, Xiao Yan, welcome to you. Director Ma told me about your legendary experience. You can be a doctor at our Yingtian Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, which is good news for the majority of patients." Dean Wu was very enthusiastic, "Come, let's

Let’s sit in the office first.”

Dean Wu's office is not far from the left turn of the stairs on the second floor. His desk is close to the window, overlooking the entire situation in front of the outpatient building. The layout in the office is quite satisfactory: office desks and chairs, sofas and coffee tables, file cabinets; walls

There is a piece of calligraphy on it: learn from everyone's strengths to help the people. The font is dragon and phoenix, but it's pretty good.

Dean Wu poured tea for Lao Ma and Yan Zixiu: "Director Ma, I have set aside an outpatient room. Specifically, I would like to hear your thoughts on which department it is."

Lao Ma looked at Yan Zixiu.

Yan Zixiu said: "Dean Wu, can we call the Department of Intractable Diseases?" He certainly had his own confidence in saying this.

Dean Wu was slightly surprised.

Even though he heard Lao Ma talk about Yan Zixiu's miracles, he still felt that the difficult and complicated diseases department was a bit arrogant. Who would dare to claim that it could cure difficult and complicated diseases? If some diseases were not cured, the brand would be ruined.

"This?" He looked at Lao Ma.

Lao Ma smiled and said, "I believe in Xiao Yan. I think we can put up a brand name and call it Yan Zixiu Specialist. Please indicate the duty hours so that patients and their families know what they are doing." Yan Zixiu Specialist, this name is awesome.

High or low.

"Director Ma's idea is okay." Dean Wu admired Lao Ma very much. He was indeed experienced and thoughtful.

This is in line with his wishes. If Yan Zixiu sees it well, then the natural hospital will take advantage of it, and the tide will rise. If he sees it poorly, then it will be regarded as a failure to do a good job and mistakenly hired a quack doctor, and he will be fired when the time comes.

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Yan Zixiu didn't think much about it, as long as it could help the patient.

"Director Ma, what do you think of Xiao Yan's treatment?" Dean Wu asked cautiously.

The difficulty with this traditional Chinese medicine hospital is that it doesn't make much money, but it spends as much money as Western medicine hospitals.

"As long as it's the lowest standard." Yan Zixiu took the initiative to express his opinion. He didn't care about the treatment, but if he didn't want it at all, others wouldn't feel at ease. If you give a free clinic by yourself, what will other doctors do?

"Okay then, we will gradually increase it according to the situation." Dean Wu vaguely heard that Yan Zixiu was rich.

Even if the name and treatment are agreed upon.

Dean Wu arranged for the logistics department to write a sign for the clinic, and then personally led Lao Ma and Yan Zixiu through the crowd to a more remote clinic on the third floor.

Of course, remoteness is relative, and there are a lot of people in the nearby clinic.

This arrangement is reasonable. Because Yan Zixiu only attends clinics one morning a week, he cannot be given the most convenient clinic.

The clinic is set up for internal medicine and there is no isolation examination room. Other aspects are very standardized:

There is a table, two chairs, a stool, and a bench. One chair is for the doctor and one for the patient. The stool is for the patient's family or the doctor's assistant to sit on. The bench is for the patient to sit when queuing up.

There is a half-person-high locker with a thermos bottle, a fast-heating appliance for boiling water and two enamel teapots.

A coat rack with two white coats hanging on it. A washstand with a basin, towels and soap for doctors to clean their hands. A broom, a bucket, and a garbage basket.

There is a stethoscope, a sphygmomanometer, and a flashlight on the table, which are also used by traditional Chinese medicine. There is also a pulse diagnosis pad, a small shelf for registration slips, a prescription pad, an ink bottle and a dipstick.

Water pen. There is a drawer on the table that is opened. There is a bottle of medical alcohol, a pack of medical cotton, a box of medical cotton swabs, and a pair of medical tweezers.

"Xiao Yan, look what's missing?" Dean Wu asked, glancing at Lao Ma.

"Dean Wu took the trouble, that's all." Yan Zixiu thanked him. For him, this was of course enough.

"Dean Wu is very well prepared. By the way, where do you eat here...?" Lao Ma was very attentive. Although Yan Zixiu only stayed in the clinic for one morning, he couldn't go to the administrative office during meals.

"Ah, I have arranged this. The logistics department will bring new dishes and lunch boxes in a while. These things can be placed in the lockers. I have prepared the canteen meal tickets for Xiao Yan for three days. Here."

Dean Wu handed Yan Zixiu a stack of steamed bun tickets and vegetable tickets hung with rubber bands.

This is a feature of the staff canteen. You usually go to the accountant and use money to buy steamed bun tickets and vegetable vouchers. When eating, give the canteen chef the amount of steamed bun soup you want, and then hand over the steamed bun tickets and vegetable vouchers.

Yan Zixiu has basically followed this pattern from junior high school to now, from school to work.

"Dean Wu is so thoughtful." Yan Zixiu took it and said this from the bottom of his heart.

Suddenly someone asked at the door: "Do you see a doctor here?"

The three of them looked back and saw a young man supporting a woman standing at the door. The two of them looked like they were from the countryside.

"See a doctor. Please come in." Yan Zixiu greeted him proactively and went to take off his white coat from the coat rack and put it on. The doctor's white coat is a symbol in the hearts of patients and their families.

The woman looked very weak and needed the help of the young man to walk in and sit down.

Lao Ma was about to return to the administrative office. When he saw this situation, he stayed to observe for a while. Dean Wu wanted to test Yan Zixiu's ability, so naturally he would not miss such an opportunity.

The woman looked thin, sickly, and didn't want to talk.

The young man narrated the medical history on her behalf: "Doctor, this is my lover. A week ago, she suddenly felt dizzy and dizzy. She felt nauseated and vomited, and couldn't eat. She couldn't stand up, so she could only lie down. Give her

I took injections and medicine, but nothing worked. I took her to the traditional Chinese medicine hospital to have a look. But there were too many people today and there was no queue everywhere. I saw that the door was open and there was no queue, so I came to ask."

The young man's face was full of worry and helplessness, and he was obviously under great pressure.


Chapter completed!