"I think so, otherwise we have been here for two days, why didn't that Dr. Chen show up? It's obviously because he was afraid of being embarrassed in front of Dr. Zheng." Another young female doctor couldn't help but sarcastically said.
Zheng Hairong's face suddenly glowed when someone praised him: "Young people nowadays don't know how to be humble. They dare to claim that they are some kind of miracle doctor at a young age. As everyone knows, the doctor's profession is not about the ability to brag, but to rely on technology and
experience."
"Yes, yes! Doctor Zheng is right!" Several doctors standing behind Zheng Hairong nodded in response.
"Dr. Zheng, can my finger be fine if I take some antibiotics?" The young man looked at his swollen and blackened finger and asked in a panic.
Zheng Hairong raised his head and glanced at the young man: "If you come here one day later, I'm afraid you won't be able to save your finger."
When the young man heard this, he immediately became nervous.
Then Zheng Hairong said again: "But fortunately you came in time. I will open an incision, squeeze out the pus and blood from your finger, apply some medicine, and take some antibiotics."
A young female doctor standing behind Zheng Hairong said: "Don't worry, Dr. Zheng is a famous surgical expert in our Jiangcheng. With him, your fingers will be fine."
When the young man heard these people's assurances, he felt relieved and quickly thanked Zheng Hairong: "Thank you, thank you Dr. Zheng."
Zheng Hairong smiled and nodded, picked up the scalpel, and was about to cut off the young man's finger.
"It's useless for you to do this. His fingers can no longer be saved. Cutting the wound will only make his condition worse." However, at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from the door of the consulting room.
A young figure walked into the consulting room.
The sudden voice and figure immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the clinic.
Zheng Hairong's face looked a little unhappy, which was clearly trying to undermine him.
"Who are you? Where did you come from?" A young doctor frowned and asked.
"This is a hospital. This is not a place for you to talk nonsense. Who asked you to come in? Get out quickly!" Another male doctor also pointed at the other person and yelled.
"You didn't mention me just now. Why can't you recognize me when you see me in person?" Chen Fan asked in return.
"Are you, Chen Fan?" The female doctor was the first to react.
"Yes, I am Chen Fan." Chen Fan did not hide it, nodded and admitted.
"What? He, he is Chen Fan? So young?"
"Just this kid, what kind of medical skills can he know?"
"At his age, he looks like he has just graduated. It seems that the rumors about him are all false."
The young doctors standing behind Zheng Hairong all looked stunned and a little surprised.
But then they all looked at Chen Fan with a joking look on their faces, because they all thought that how could such a young man be a miracle doctor.
"Are you Doctor Chen Fan?" Zheng Hairong raised his head and glanced at Chen Fan when he heard the word Chen Fan.
He often heard the name Chen Fan from Luo Yongtang, and said that Chen Fan had superb medical skills. With him and Chen Fan sitting in the department of surgery at the mental hospital, he, the dean, felt very much in his heart.
Seeing that Chen Fan was so young at this time, Zheng Hairong's face became a little ugly.
He is a famous surgical expert in Jiangcheng and an authoritative figure in surgery. Unexpectedly, Luo Yongtang would compare him to a young boy.
Chen Fan ignored Zheng Hairong, but looked at the young man's swollen and blackened fingers, his face gradually becoming serious.
Seeing that Chen Fan ignored him, Zheng Hairong's expression became even more unhappy.
Chen Fan looked at the young man and said, "You can't save your finger anymore. It must be removed immediately, otherwise your arm will not be saved later."
"Wha, what?!" When the young man heard Chen Fan's words, he was immediately frightened.
He quickly looked at Zheng Hairong and others nervously and asked: "Doctor, is this person also a doctor? Why is he different from what you said?"
"If Dr. Zheng says it's okay, then it's okay. Do you think you should listen to Dr. Zheng or this guy?" The young male doctor gave Chen Fan a disdainful look.
The young man did not hesitate at all: "I, I will definitely choose to listen to Dr. Zheng."
"That's fine. Don't worry. With Dr. Zheng here, you'll be fine." The young male doctor comforted him again.
Seeing their affirmative answers, the young man breathed a sigh of relief again.
However, the young man's eyes towards Chen Fan were also full of hostility. After all, the other person wanted to cut off his fingers.
Zheng Hairong said with a cold face: "Young man, you still have a lot to learn. It's not like you have learned the skills of a three-legged cat and can talk nonsense in front of patients. If you do this, you will suffer in the future."
"Dr. Zheng is right. Even if you are a miracle doctor, this is Dr. Zheng's patient and has nothing to do with you."
"What's this called? Eat carrots and worry less."
Many young doctors joked.
Chen Fan looked at Zheng Hairong and asked, "Have you ever asked him how he injured his finger?"
Zheng Hairong snorted coldly and asked: "Dr. Chen, you and I are just colleagues. You are not my superior. Do I need to answer questions to you?"
Chen Fan frowned slightly, obviously the other party couldn't listen to his words at all.
"Chen Fan wants to express himself too much, but he doesn't look at who is in front of him. Doctor Zheng, he is an authoritative figure in Jiangcheng Surgery."
"He's called short-sighted. Dr. Zheng might become the chief of our surgery department in the next two days. If this guy dares to offend Dr. Zheng, I think his good days are over."
"Has the notice come out from the hospital?" a female doctor asked.
"Not yet, but does it need to be said? Besides Dr. Zheng, who else has the qualifications to be the chief of surgery?"
"That's right, if that doesn't work, let this Chen Fan be the surgical director of our surgery?"
"Hehehe!"
Several people stood behind Zheng Hairong and couldn't help laughing.
"Doctor Chen, please go out now and don't affect my treatment of the patient. If the patient has any problems, you can't bear it." Zheng Hairong had a cold face and had already issued an eviction order to Chen Fan.
After all, this is his Zheng Hairong's clinic, not Chen Fan's.
Chen Fan shook his head helplessly. He had actually considered coming in just now, but he just didn't want to make the young man's condition worse, but obviously no one believed him.
But just when Chen Fan turned around and was about to leave, another figure walked in from outside the door.
"Dean Luo." Several young doctors saw each other and greeted each other politely.
The visitor was none other than Luo Yongtang, the director of the mental hospital.
"Dr. Chen, it turns out that you are here. You and Dr. Zheng must have known each other, right?" Luo Yongtang came to Chen Fan and asked with a smile.
The red letter of appointment in his hand is particularly conspicuous.