The innocent young nurse Wenwen took Zhou Lang to the clinic.
There are desks, benches, computers, etc. In the clinic, the equipment is not only quite complete, but also brand new. Judging from these details alone, President Gong Han attached great importance to Zhou Lang, but was planning to build Zhou Lang into the signboard of the Municipal People's Hospital.
The division of departments in modern hospitals is already very clear. Before a patient visits the doctor, he must first choose a department. Those with eyes are sick and those with dermatology, and those with dermatology cannot go to see a doctor. It can be said that each department performs its own duties. Unlike the traditional Chinese medicine doctors who treat patients, whether it is internal medicine or surgery, it is a doctor.
The sign hanging outside the clinic was very special. He did not belong to any department, but a separate "difficult and complicated" expert clinic.
China has a large population, so seeking medical treatment is a relatively big problem. Grade A hospitals like the city central hospital are basically overcrowded, and this is even more true for expert outpatient clinics. Some more famous experts need to make reservations in advance, or even find connections to rank.
Zhou Lang stayed in the office for half an hour. The experts' clinics next to him were crowded with people, but he was deserted. Not to mention the patients, there was not even a ghost.
The first is that his expert clinic was only opened today, and patients usually register in the corresponding departments. No one knows it, so naturally no one will have any difficult and complicated diseases.
In addition, some patients stood at the door and observed it. However, when those patients saw Zhou Lang so young, they all expressed doubts about Zhou Lang's medical skills, so no one looked for Zhou Lang to see a doctor. The patient still believed in more experienced old doctors. Zhou Lang was so young and was here to take the expert clinic, which made them very suspicious.
Without patients, Zhou Lang was playing with work computers and getting on the table. Anyway, he had no fixed indicators for part-time work here, and he did not rely on this hospital work and life.
Zhou Lang was not in a hurry, but his assistant Wenwen was anxious. As a nurse, her basic salary was pitifully low, and she mainly relied on commissions. If there was no patient to come to the hospital, how could she get the commission? If there was no commission, how could she live with that little basic salary?
"Doctor Zhou, no one sees the doctor, what should I do?" Wenwen said anxiously.
"Don't worry, I'll solve this problem. Just wait and see if there are too many patients." Zhou Lang smiled. He was absolutely confident in his medical skills, and he had already thought of a solution to the problem that no one saw the doctor.
"Now there is no patient, so how could I think there are many patients?"
Wenwen said that she felt that she was afraid that she would get a commission as Zhou Lang’s assistant, so she planned to go to Dean Gong Han in the afternoon and ask Gong Han to change her position.
She is a distant relative of President Gong Han, and President Gong Han will still give her this little face. She doesn't know that if she is not a relative of the president, the president would not give her a chance to learn with Zhou Lang. You must know that Zhou Lang is a real miracle doctor, and his medical skills are still above Zen Master Fang Zhi in Feiyun Temple. Zen Master Fang Zhi is a member of the national famous doctor consulting group. If he can learn medical skills with Zhou Lang, then I wonder how many people will break their heads to fight for this opportunity.
"Okay, give me half an hour." Zhou Lang smiled, started to get up, and stood at the door.
Opposite Zhou Lang is the internal medicine expert clinic. The benches in the corridor are full of people, and many people are queuing up.
As an expert, he was standing at the door when he was free during working hours. Zhou Lang's actions attracted the attention of many patients on the corridor.
"The doctor is so young and is the chief doctor. Isn't that nonsense?"
"He must have come in through the relationship and came to get a salary, otherwise none of us would have looked for him to see a doctor?"
"I heard that the doctors in the city center hospital have good medical ethics and strict management, but I didn't expect that such a thing would happen
Someone even whispered. Although the voices of these people were very small, Zhou Lang's hearing was too amazing, so these comments fell into his ears very clearly.
Zhou Lang seemed to have not heard this. His eyes swept across the patients in the corridor, and then looked at the door of the internal medicine expert clinic.
About ten minutes later, a man with a yellow face and a thin skin in his forties walked into the internal medicine expert clinic. His wife, who was about the same age as a beautiful daughter in her twenties, was waiting on a chair in the corridor, looking very anxious.
In less than ten minutes, the man walked out listlessly, and the color was worse than when he walked in.
"Dad, how are your illness?" The daughter of the pale and thin man immediately stood up and asked, her concern beyond words.
"What else can it be done? Medical skills say that the chest cavity is full of blood control. If there is no one in a million without moving or dozens of surgeries, I'm afraid it won't be cured. I've said that I don't need to be cured anymore. It's a waste of time and money."
The pale-faced and thin man sighed. His voice was very weak and he seemed to dare not speak hard.
Hearing him say this, his wife and children's eyes suddenly became wet. They could only barely have enough food and clothing. Where can they have so much money to treat the disease?
"Okay, don't cry, let's go home." said the pale and thin man, then slowly walked forward.
Seeing the man's family look like this, the patients and the patients' families were all sighing. If nothing unexpected happened, the man would definitely die soon because he had no money, because the man was already terminally ill.
"Hello uncle, your injury is indeed serious, but you don't have to worry about your life and don't have to spend so much money. Why don't I show you?"
Just when the pale-faced and thin man was about to leave, Zhou Lang walked up to him and said earnestly that he wanted to attract patients to see the doctor, so of course he had to show his skills first. If he cured the patient who was judged by other experts to be unsuccessful, it would naturally play a good advertising role.
"Can you cure my dad's illness?"
The daughter of the pale-faced man looked at Zhou Lang and said with an unbelievable look on his face.
The previous internal medicine expert was famous in Feiyun City. This expert said that it would cost millions of dollars to cure it. Could it be that the young young man in front of him was even more powerful than that expert?
"Of course." Zhou Lang said confidently.
"No one is looking for you to see a doctor. How good is your medical skills? Young man, don't waste my time."
The pale-faced man said that he had completely given up treatment from the bottom of his heart. He was very laborious when he spoke, as if he was afraid of internal injuries that would lead to his chest cavity and cause internal bleeding.
"My treatment will be immediate, just give me half an hour." Zhou Lang said.
"Young man, don't worry too much. Even if we want to continue treatment, we have to go to the provincial hospital. You, the chief doctor, are too young, I can't believe it."
The daughter of the pale-faced and thin man thought about it and said that no one asked Zhou Lang for treatment. There must be only one reason, that is, Zhou Lang's medical skills are too poor, so bad that they are extremely poor. This inertial thinking made her make a wrong judgment.
"I will make you believe me right away." Zhou Lang suddenly moved, his right hand suddenly moved, and he leaned towards the chest of the pale-faced man.
Soon, the man was pointed at by Zhou Lang's finger.
"What are you going to do?" The man's daughter was shocked.
"Of course it's a treatment for your father. Now ask him if he feels much more comfortable?" Zhou Lang smiled slightly, his hands were so fast that he brought a shadow, and he tweaked the pale-faced man's chest more than a dozen times.
"Dad, how are you?"
The man's daughter asked nervously.
Her father was a sick man and couldn't even speak loudly. How could he get sick from his chest? If something happened to his father, she would probably fight Zhou Lang.
"Huh... I feel very comfortable... I feel much more comfortable..."
What surprised the girl was that her father actually said with a happy face. After Zhou Lang lit his body a few times, he felt that his chest was not blocked so much and his breathing was smoother.
"Uncle, can I show you my injuries now?" Zhou Lang smiled.
"Doctor Zhou, those who don't know are not guilty. My daughter and I didn't know that you have such a good medical skill and you have offended many words. Please don't be surprised."
The pale-faced man said.
"Please, please." Zhou Lang said in no surprise.
The pale-faced man was delighted, as if he had met a savior, and followed Zhou Lang into the office of the expert clinic.
"Father, how do you believe this young man's words?" The man's daughter was anxious. She wanted to save her father, but she didn't want to be cheated by Zhou Lang and had to spend that in vain.
"How are you talking? Dr. Zhou just clicked a few acupoints of me, so I feel much more comfortable. Don't talk nonsense, kids."
The pale-faced and thin man said, "He was afraid that Zhou Lang's disgust because of his daughter's rude words, so he would not treat him."
The girl was scolded by her father, and then she stopped talking. She followed Zhou Lang and her father into the expert clinic office with her mother.
Although she didn't say it, she obviously couldn't believe Zhou Lang.
When the patients and their families in the corridor saw this scene, they were curious about this. The famous internal medicine expert could not treat the disease well. Can a young man see it?
Many people followed Zhou Lang's room and wanted to see how Zhou Lang cured his illness.
"Everyone, you can see if I treat the disease, but I have one condition, that is, to keep it absolutely quiet." Zhou Lang greeted the onlookers, and then said to Wenwen: "Record the patient's name, address, and age."
The man's name is Huang Zhongyu. He is a construction worker. During construction, he was hit in the chest by a heavy object, and blood was accumulated inside, causing serious internal injuries.
"You have been injured for at least ten days, why are you here to treat it now?" Zhou Lang said after taking Huang Zhongyu's pulse.
"It's just that the family has no money, and the construction company is unwilling to accompany you how much money." Huang Zhongyu's wife sighed and explained.
"This injury doesn't cost much, it can be restored to you at most 500 yuan." Zhou Lang said, and then instructed his assistant Wenwen to push a stretcher bed and let Huang Zhongyu lie on it.
"Your injury is mainly pleural hemorrhage. The first step in treatment is to discharge the blood, and then repair the skeletal muscles and meridians of your chest, which will be completely restored in about half a month."
While explaining, Zhou Lang took out a box of silver needles he carried with him.