Looking at the pile of inspection and laboratory reports, Li Chu raised his eyebrows.
He raised his head and asked: "Director Yang, what do you mean by showing me this?"
Without waiting for the person sitting opposite to answer, he continued: "Do you think I can't understand these test sheets and the various data on the report, so you can reply to your superiors and say that I don't have that ability?"
As he spoke, Li Chu threw the things in his hands on the table.
Just looking at the handwritten medical record, he recognized at a glance that it was written by a doctor of Western medicine.
At the same time, based on the descriptions in the medical records, he could say with certainty that these things should be information about Mu Lao's condition.
Unexpectedly, Uncle Wu was so fast. After he left, he did not call the chief, but directly called the health department.
According to Li Chu's understanding, Director Yang, who is a Western medicine practitioner, is actually not very fond of Chinese medicine.
Such straightforward words caught Director Yang off guard.
Although he did think so, he couldn't say it like this. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
How could there be such a person who doesn't play by the rules?
This is Director Yang's only thought at the moment.
"Let me tell you this, Director Yang, I just came back from Chief Wu, and it was the old chief's request that I go see Mr. Mu for medical treatment."
Seeing the eyes of the person opposite him getting wider and wider, Li Chu sneered in his heart.
"I don't want to make it too ugly. Now take these things and leave immediately. I can pretend that you have never been here."
After saying that, he directly leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair.
At this moment, Director Yang seemed to be infected with Parkinson's disease, his whole body was shaking violently.
"Li... Dean Li, you misunderstood. I... I didn't... didn't mean anything else. It was... the minister just... notified me to bring... the medical records to you for you to see."
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Li Chu pointed to a red phone on the table and asked, "Do you need me to call and verify what Lao Zhao said?"
Director Yang was shocked. Only now did he realize that the doctor in front of him was different from other health doctors.
This guy's level is astonishingly high and he can talk directly to any leader.
"Director Yang, each of us has our own thoughts and likes and dislikes. These are normal, but you can't bring these emotions to work.
I think you are very clear about how important our work is. You were once a doctor. Whether Mu Lao's body can withstand the torment of surgery? To say the least, even if he can survive it, he will not be able to survive it in the future.
You also know very well whether there is any quality in your life.
The old man’s family members don’t understand this, so don’t you as doctors understand it either? We are the last line of defense for patients, and at some point, we should abandon our own preferences and choose better treatments for patients.”
Li Chu's words were like a hammer, hitting Director Yang's heart time and time again. He felt that he had already developed a certain thickness of face, and he suddenly became red.
"Dean Li, I'm really sorry. I was blinded by interests. I apologize to you."
"No need, it's all for work. As a cadre with a background in Western medicine, it's normal for you to put Western medicine first in everything you do.
But at the same time, you must also understand that you are no longer a simple doctor of Western medicine. When you sit in your current position, you must have an overall view and open up the pattern."
Looking at Li Chu chatting behind the desk, Director Yang suddenly felt like he was facing a big boss.
Time seems to have returned to the feeling I had when I was approached by the organization to talk to me a few years ago before I adjusted my position.
Living in the Qi, cultivating the body, and dealing with various leaders over the years have already cultivated a unique temperament in Li Chu.
In the past, he had more of the bookish air of a cultured person, but since returning from the Southwest Front, the bookish air on his body has long since disappeared, and what followed was a smell of iron and blood.
The mixture of various temperaments formed the current indescribable momentum.
"Dean Li, thank you for your teaching." Director Yang's words at this time were quite sincere.
Li Chu did not dwell on this topic anymore, but pointed to the information he had just left on the table.
"According to what is described in the medical records and various data, Mu Lao should have Parkinson's disease combined with pulmonary infection. As for whether there are other problems, I dare not make any random remarks until I see the patient..."
Director Yang on the opposite side had his eyes widened at this time. He looked at Li Chu in disbelief and asked: "Director Li, you just took a casual look like that and understood it? Can you understand this?"
"You said this, who stipulates that doctors of traditional Chinese medicine cannot understand various examination data of Western medicine?"
"No, no, I didn't mean that!"
"Let me tell you this, I don't know much about other places, but in the main hospital and the second department, all the Chinese medicine doctors can easily understand these."
There is nothing wrong with what Li Chu said. Under his influence over the past few years, the Chinese medicine doctors around him have begun to learn to read laboratory reports and various examination data of Western medicine.
You don’t need to be very proficient, but at least you need to have a certain understanding.
When I was seeing a patient, I was questioned by some serious family members of the patient.
He even proposed this at some medical conferences of Chinese medicine practitioners, asking everyone to abandon their sectarian opinions and learn from each other's strengths.
With Li Chu's current status, what he said aroused the approval of many doctors of traditional Chinese medicine.
Of course, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and certainly not everyone is the same as him, and there are also people who can't stand him, but these are beyond the scope of his concern.
Hearing this, Director Yang shook his head imperceptibly, wondering why such a weird thing happened in the traditional Chinese medicine world.
Almost all of the old Chinese doctors he had come into contact with before were stubborn and stubborn. Why didn't this one have any family distinction?
Then he thought about the books written by Li Chu, which were regarded as saints by Chinese medicine doctors and students. He seemed to understand why this person was respected by so many people at such a young age.
"Stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade. I learned from Dean Li."
Li Chu waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "Okay, Director Yang, I will go see Mu Lao tomorrow morning and try to come up with a treatment plan. Whether it is useful or not, you can discuss it then."
"Okay, I'll wait for you in the ward tomorrow morning."
"Also, please notify me again and ask the people from the Second Office who are at home to come over tomorrow, so that we can discuss it together."