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Chapter 3 Claiming credit

Duan Qiantong suffered a big loss in front of Qin Shitian, and finally found an opportunity to suppress Qin Shitian. He scolded him coldly: "Shut up, am I a doctor, or are you a doctor?"

Qin Shitian did not quarrel with Duan Qiantong and waited and saw.

When Duan Qiantong saw that Qin Shitian was silent, he thought he had stepped on Qin Shitian's face, and felt secretly happy.

He quickly prepared cold medicine, antipyretic medicine, and warm water, and personally gave the medicine to the little girl.

"The high fever has gone away, and the medicine has cured the disease." Duan Qiantong said with a smile.

"Thank you, Dr. Duan. You are truly a miracle doctor and a living Buddha." The middle-aged woman in cheongsam praised him with a smile on her face.

Duan Qiantong glanced at Qin Shitian proudly.

The high fever did subside and the body temperature returned to normal. However, a minute later, the little girl's condition relapsed. The fever on her head reached 40 degrees, but her limbs were cold.

The little girl's face was pale, her body was sobbing, and she looked uncomfortable.

"Dr. Duan, haven't you been cured? Why is this happening now?" the middle-aged woman in cheongsam asked angrily.

"I……"

Duan Qiantong was anxious. He didn't understand what was going on. He obviously had a high fever, but why did the antipyretic medicine have the opposite effect?

He thought of Qin Shitian's words, but he was not prepared to ask Qin Shitian to take action. He did not want to lose face, and was also worried that Qin Shitian would steal his job. He was most afraid that the matter of randomly collecting medical expenses would be exposed in front of the dean.

The middle-aged woman in a cheongsam saw Duan Qiantong squeaking and said angrily: "Asshole, aren't you the chief doctor? Aren't you the cure for the disease? You speak! Something happened to my precious daughter, I will go to the hospital director.

Sue you."

Duan Qiantong was sweating on his forehead. At this point, he still had no intention of asking Qin Shitian to take action.

Misdiagnosis by quack doctors can kill people.

Qin Shitian couldn't stand it anymore and said helplessly: "I'll do it!"

Qin Shitian squeezed Duan Qiantong away, approached the hospital bed, unbuttoned the little girl's clothes, and stuck a silver needle into the big hole on the little girl's chest.

When the middle-aged woman in cheongsam saw Qin Shitian who had appeared, she glared at Duan Qiantong and asked, "This is a doctor from your hospital. Is he a Chinese medicine doctor? So young?"

Duan Qiantong could not cure the little girl and was afraid of taking responsibility.

Seeing that Qin Shitian took action and finally found a scapegoat, Duan Qiantong said: "He is not a doctor in our hospital, he is a family member of the patient. Originally, I have already found a treatment, but if he does this, your daughter's life will be in danger."

"What, the patient's family?" The middle-aged woman in cheongsam was eager to save her daughter and yelled at Qin Shitian: "Asshole, you are not a doctor, what are you going to do? My daughter has a problem, and I will fight you to the death."

Qin Shitian ignored the middle-aged woman in cheongsam and continued to inject two more needles.

In an instant, the little girl's complexion improved, her body stopped sobbing, and her high fever gradually subsided.

Seeing such a scene, the middle-aged woman in cheongsam turned from anger to joy and apologized to Qin Shitian: "Little miracle doctor, I'm sorry, I was too impulsive just now. Thank you for saving my daughter."

Qin Shitian did not argue with the middle-aged woman in cheongsam and asked, "Do you have any pets at home? If you have pets, it's best to get them vaccinated."

"We don't have any pets at home, and when we picked up our children from school, they suddenly developed a high fever." The middle-aged woman in a cheongsam told her helplessly.

Qin Shitian pinched the little girl's left hand, pricked a needle in the middle finger, and released a drop of black blood.

Qin Shitian pulled out the needle from the little girl's chest and informed: "It has been cured. Please pay more attention to avoid bird flu in the future."

"Okay, I understand, this is the medical fee."

The middle-aged woman in cheongsam opened her bag, took out a large stack of banknotes, and stuffed it into Qin Shitian's hand.

Qin Shitian roughly estimated that it was about a thousand yuan.

Qin Xiao's eyes widened. He took a nap in the hospital and his son became a miracle doctor. In the blink of an eye, he earned thousands of dollars, which was equivalent to half his monthly salary.

Duan Qiantong's face was as red as pig liver.

At this time, the little girl had already jumped out of bed, bouncing around and jumped into the arms of the middle-aged woman in cheongsam.

The middle-aged woman in cheongsam hugged the little girl dotingly, glared at Duan Qiantong and scolded her: "I will report to the hospital that a chief doctor is not as good as the patient's family, and is not worthy of being called a doctor at all."

"Madam, don't be angry. It's obvious that I have cured the disease, but he is pretending to be a ghost and taking my credit."

"I'm not good at medical skills, but I'm good at making excuses. Please explain it to the dean!"

The middle-aged woman in cheongsam was very angry and left the hospital with the little girl in her arms.

Duan Qiantong glared at Qin Shitian angrily, gritted his teeth and reprimanded: "Asshole, who asked you to practice medicine just now?"

"Why, shouldn't you thank me? I cured your incurable disease, but I just lost face. If you kill someone, you will be legally responsible."

"You don't have a medical qualification certificate! You are practicing medicine illegally. I will sue you and put you in jail." Duan Qiantong thought of the medical expenses again and said: "If you pay 100,000 yuan in medical expenses, this matter,

Let it pass like this and I won’t pursue it any further.”

"100,000, you are dreaming, why don't you eat shit?"

Duan Qiantong felt annoyed when he saw Qin Shitian's refusal, and was about to call the police. At this moment, the ward was pushed open, and an elderly man about 50 years old, wearing a doctor's uniform and glasses, entered the ward.

When Duan Qiantong saw this man, he ran up to him and said, "Dean, why are you here?"

This old man is Cao Ao, the director of Longshi Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.

"Have you cured the patient I gave you just now?" Cao Ao asked in surprise.

Duan Qiantong was overjoyed. The strange illness of the little girl just now must have left many people helpless. He must take the credit for this. He can show his face in front of the dean, and he can be reused by the dean. Maybe he can

Was promoted to deputy dean.

Duan Qiantong glared at Qin Shitian fiercely as a warning.

Duan Qiantong said firmly: "Yes, Dean, if ordinary people were to treat the strange disease just now, they would definitely be helpless. In my hands, the medicine can cure the disease."

Duan Qiantong took the credit from Qin Shitian. Qin Shitian wanted to explain, but was stopped by Qin Xiao.

Because Qin Shitian does not have a medical qualification certificate and is worried about getting into trouble.

Qin Shitian just turned a blind eye.

Seeing Duan Qiantong admit it, Cao Ao thought that Duan Qiantong had really cured him, and said with a happy face: "Duan Qiantong, I can't believe that you actually have this ability. This disease is really weird. There is no such thing in the case database."

Information, you are truly a hero of our hospital."

Duan Qiantong had a look of surprise on his face. He did not expect that this contribution would be so great.

In other words, as long as you take this credit, you will be able to become famous in the entire Longshi medical industry in the future.

Duan Qiantong pretended to be humble and said: "I don't dare to take credit. All this is the dean's credit."

"Duan Qiantong, don't be humble. In Longshi Boyu Kindergarten, dozens of students have this strange disease. I will call them right now and ask them to send their children over." Cao Ao said excitedly.

Duan Qiantong was dumbfounded. He originally thought that if he took the credit and received a reward, that would be it.

As a result, so many students are still infected with this disease.

Duan Qiantong was scared, but he did not refuse. He was recalling the process of Qin Shitian's diagnosis and treatment of the little girl. He remembered to prick three needles in the chest and one in the finger of his left hand.

Cao Ao immediately called and said: "Old Tang, our Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital has developed a treatment plan. Send your daughter here!"

"Okay, I'll be there right away."

About 20 minutes later, an elegant-looking man wearing a business suit entered the ward holding a little girl about 4 years old.

"Duan Qiantong, you have to behave well. This is Tang Long, the largest shareholder behind our hospital." Cao Ao introduced: "Old Tang, this is Duan Qiantong, the chief doctor of our hospital. He is the one who developed the

Treatment plan.”

Duan Qiantong was excited. He had never expected to meet such a big shot as Tang Long. He said respectfully, "Hello, Mr. Tang!"

"Dr. Duan, you are really a great talent in our hospital. As long as you cure these children and promote the culture of our hospital, I will promote you to be the vice president."

Tang Long was excited that his daughter's disease could finally be cured.

Duan Qiantong felt that happiness came too suddenly.

He was worried that the matter would be exposed, so he walked up to Qin Shitian and issued an eviction order: "This is the ward, get out of here. You'd better shut up and don't reveal my treatment secrets, or I'll send you to jail."


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