The middle-aged man looked like a teacher and handed the medical record to Yan Zixiu: "Doctor Yan. This is my father. He is always coughing these days. Sometimes the cough makes us feel uncomfortable."

Yan Zixiu looked at the old man, who looked a bit like his grandfather, and couldn't help but feel good about him: "Come on, old sir, feel your pulse first."

Strangely enough, once the doctor takes the patient's pulse in a friendly and welcoming manner, the patient's heart will be half at peace.

He felt his pulse and took down medical records.

The patient's surname was Qiao, so he called him Mr. Qiao.

Yan Zixiu used the Qi-Wang Jue to check, and the pulse showed signs of yin deficiency and fire exuberance. He picked up the stethoscope and helped the old man listen on his chest and back, and comforted him: "Mr. Qiao, your chest tightness and cough are not a problem.

Big. You guys sit down for a while first."

The doctor said the problem was not serious and the patient felt much more at ease.

Because there was no one around him who learned Chinese medicine techniques, Yan Zixiu was too lazy to follow the rules. Besides, hearing the old man coughing made him feel uncomfortable.

He decided to take the fastest method acceptable to everyone.

Yan Zixiu washed his hands, took out a Shuiling pear, and then took out a fruit knife. Peel, cut into pieces, rinse, put it in a thermos bottle, and then plug in a fast heating appliance. In a few minutes, the water boiled. He

Pour the water for boiling pear into half of the teapot, and use another teapot to pour water back and forth (meaning pouring water into each other).

At first, the old man kept coughing violently, sometimes as if he wanted to cough out his lungs. But when he smelled the fragrance of boiled pear water, he felt a little comfortable in his chest, and the cough began to slow down.

Yan Zixiu felt that the water was almost warm, so he sprinkled some rejuvenating elixir on it and gave it to the old man: "Mr. Qiao, drink some and try it."

Is it okay to just sprinkle rejuvenating elixir on it? Yes, it is okay, but without a medium to convey the curative effect, patients and family members may have random thoughts and spread it to you.

The old man tried to drink two sips, his eyes lit up, he drank a few more sips, took a long breath, and touched his chest with his hand: "Comfortable." After saying that, he drank a few more sips. Then he calmed down, did not speak, and did not speak.

Coughed.

The middle-aged man was a little nervous and asked: "Dad, how are you?"

"Don't worry, I'm much better." The old man waved his hands and smiled. After a while, he rubbed his chest with his hands and took another breath, "Hey - my chest has been burning all day long. Now it feels wet.

It feels like it has been wiped with a rag, and it feels much more comfortable.”

The old man stood up and walked back and forth several times. He felt really different.

People generally have some intuition about their own bodies.

He felt that he was destined to recover this time: "Doctor Yan, you are amazing. We were in the corridor just now and overheard a patient saying that your level is very high. Her vertigo was cured by you in a short time.

So let’s give it a try. I’ve been coughing for almost three months, and medicine is ineffective. I’m really sorry. Your cup of boiled pear water is more effective than a panacea. What a miracle doctor.”

"Haha, Mr. Qiao deserves the award." Of course Yan Zixiu was also happy.

"How much does this treatment cost?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Dean Wu stipulates, thirty yuan."

The middle-aged man gave me thirty yuan.

"Only thirty? No, it's too little. Dexiang, give Dr. Yan three hundred." The old man was a little surprised and said decisively to the middle-aged man. It seems that their economic conditions are good.

"No, it's whatever the hospital stipulates." Yan Zixiu thought for a moment and then said, "Otherwise, the hospital has just established a relief fund to help needy patients. If you are willing, you can donate to the fund."

"Okay. Doctor Yan, I understand. I've also remembered your favor. I'll give you a banner later to help you become famous." The old man said and acted without any hesitation, "We won't bother you. Dexiang, let's go.

Bar."

"Okay, here is your medical record. Go ahead." Yan Zixiu stood up and walked to the door.

Perhaps because of word-of-mouth, people came to see Yan Zixiu one after another. Yan Zixiu saw eight more patients, but they all recovered easily and there was no need to come back for follow-up consultations.

In the middle, people from the logistics department brought bowls, chopsticks and lunch boxes.

When it was almost time to get off work, Dean Wu, Lao Ma and a middle-aged lady with a fox face came.

"Xiao Yan, this is your donation receipt. We checked the families of needy patients and found that there are more than 20 families, including the man Zhou Yan mentioned and his wife, who have all been funded. A total of two thousand

, here is the list." Dean Wu handed over two pieces of paper, and his words and deeds were indeed flawless.

Lao Ma nodded, agreeing with this statement.

"This is great." Hearing that everyone's difficulties had been solved, Yan Zixiu felt sincerely happy. He took the note, scanned it, kept the receipt, and returned the list, "Dean Wu and Director Ma are working

Efficient and admirable.”

"Haha." Dean Wu was quite happy. Who doesn't like to do good deeds and who doesn't like to be praised? "This is mainly thanks to you. By the way, Xiao Yan, Director Ma and I discussed a charter.

When families with difficult patients apply for subsidies, they must provide proof from the neighborhood committee or village committee as much as possible. Of course, in particularly urgent situations, assistance will be provided first and proof will be provided later.”

"Thoughtful, very thoughtful. First aid and then provide proof, you are worthy of the kindness of a doctor. I would rather let someone take advantage of the loophole than delay the condition." Yan Zixiu gave a thumbs up, "Dean Wu, our whole district has

How many hospitals?”

"One large one, ten medium ones like us, and one hundred and sixty township health centers."

Lao Ma was very transparent and understood immediately when he heard it. He asked, "Xiao Yan, do you want to use all the hospitals in the district to provide financial support to the families of patients?"

Yan Zixiu said: "Yes. If it weren't for Zhou Yan, I really wouldn't have known that there was such a difficult family. Director Ma, please report to Commissioner Wu. I will use another two million to set up a special fund to do this.

." He didn't mind expressing his position in front of Dean Wu and others, because everyone would know sooner or later.

Lao Ma ran around all morning and had personal contact with the situation of families with difficult patients: "Okay."

He already knew Yan Zixiu's original intention and style very well, so he didn't say anything superfluous. Everything was said without saying anything.

Dean Wu and Ms. Fox-faced heard about Yan Zixiu’s donation of one million yuan to support poor students. They just personally handled a donation of 50,000 yuan today, and now they heard the amount of two million yuan again, and they were shocked and surprised in their hearts.

Indescribable.

A traditional Chinese medicine hospital only earns so much money in a year, and it’s still gross income.

"Dr. Yan, I really don't know what to say. In short, you coming to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital is a blessing to everyone." Director Wu calmed down and said.

When Yan Zixiu first came, he also said that it was good news for the majority of patients. But that was a polite word, but this time he meant it sincerely.

Yan Zixiu smiled: "I would also like to thank the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital for giving me such an opportunity."

"Haha, you two should stop being polite to each other." Lao Ma said with a smile and changed the subject: "By the way, how many patients did you see this morning?"

"Ten in total."

Dean Wu praised: "Ten? Many, many, many. Thank you for your hard work. Let me introduce you, this is Accountant Liu in finance."

"Hello, Dr. Yan." Fox-faced Accountant Liu said with a smile and stretched out his hand.

"Hello Accountant Liu, here is the medical fee of 300 yuan, as well as the patient list." Yan Zixiu shook hands with her and handed over the money and note.

Accountant Liu took it.

Originally, my net income was three hundred per morning, which was already a lot.

But she had just experienced the impact of two million yuan, and now she felt that the three hundred yuan seemed a bit light: "Okay, I will issue you a receipt later."

"Haha, okay, we all know each other. We did such a great thing again this morning. Come, Xiao Yan, I will take you to the cafeteria. Director Ma, don't leave either. Let's eat and chat together."

"Okay." Yan Zixiu took off his white coat and went to get the bowls and chopsticks.

Dean Wu hurriedly stopped: "No need to take it. I'm treating guests to the small restaurant today, and Accountant Liu will come with you."


Chapter completed!