"It's not in vain to worry. It's our first time and we all want to do our best. We just thought a little more."
After listening to Li Chu's words, Ding Qiunan struggled to sit up from his arms.
"I will give my sister the cotton and cloth tickets tomorrow morning and ask her to help me buy the cotton and the quilt cover."
"I have no objection. Didn't you all discuss it just now?"
"Oh yes, there are bedsheets too."
Seeing that his wife was wrangling her fingers again, Li Chu stretched out his hand and pulled her to lie down on the bed.
"Don't think about it. Didn't our sister just record everything in a notebook? You can just get her a ticket tomorrow morning. There is still money."
This time Ding Qiunan did not sit up again and lay obediently in her husband's arms.
"My sister doesn't want any money. She said that just giving her the ticket will be enough. She will pay for it, and it will be treated as a gift to her nephew."
"That's okay too."
"Li Chu, do you think there is a baby in Yueyue's belly? It feels like they are still children. Why are they getting married?"
Her words made Li Chu not know how to answer.
My thinking is too off-topic. What did I say in the previous sentence? Why did the next sentence come here?
Ding Qiunan herself knew that what she was asking was nonsense, but she just couldn't sleep and wanted to say something.
Listening to his wife's constant nagging in his ears, Li Chu couldn't bear it anymore and turned over...
Several dogs that had slept under the eaves outside because of the hot weather all moved their ears in unison, and then quickly drooped them down.
These dogs must all hate the aura in their ears at this time.
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The next day, as soon as Li Chu entered the office, Zhao Zhijun followed him in.
A week ago, he took office as Li Chu's full-time assistant.
"Leader, Director Yang came over yesterday afternoon. When he heard that you were on vacation, he left without saying anything. And..."
Zhao Zhijun briefly recounted some of yesterday's events.
With this assistant, Li Chu doesn't have to worry about missing anything even if he's not in the hospital.
"Dingling bell..."
Zhao Zhijun, who was waiting to see if the leader had any more instructions, found that the red phone on his desk was ringing and quickly backed out.
After he closed the office door, Li Chu answered the phone.
"Hi, I'm Li Chu!"
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"Uncle Shen!"
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"I'm going to go take a look around Mu Lao's ward. If there's nothing going on there, I'll be free later."
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"Okay Uncle Shen, I'll be there at noon."
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After putting down the phone, Li Chu sat on the chair and thought for a while, then stood up, took off his white coat from the hook on the wall, put it on, and walked out of the office.
Zhao Zhijun sat in the office next to him and watched the leader walk over, but did not follow him.
He knew where the leader was going. As an assistant, he was not qualified to go to that three-story building.
As soon as he reached the bottom of the special needs building, Li Chu saw Director Yang running down the stairs in a hurry.
"Dean Li, I'm about to go find you."
"Director Yang, are you busy? I heard from the assistant that you were here yesterday afternoon."
"It's something, but it's a good thing. Come on, let's go to the small conference room to talk."
After saying that, he turned around and walked upstairs. Li Chu could only follow him and walk upstairs.
In the small conference room on the third floor, Director Yang closed the door and took out a lot of laboratory test documents from the bag he carried with him.
"Dean Li, all the test reports came out one after another yesterday afternoon. How can I say that compared to ten days ago, Mu Lao's various physical functions are steadily improving, especially his lungs."
As he said that, he put the test documents on the table.
Li Chu didn't even move, he just turned his head and glanced.
"So? Director Yang, what exactly do you want to say?"
"I... what I want to say is that Mu Lao's health is getting better."
"I know!"
"Uh... Dean Li, don't you look at these test reports?"
"I'm a Chinese medicine practitioner, why should I look at these things?"
"If you don't read these, why do you want Mu Lao to do these tests?" Director Yang asked blankly.
"These are just for you. Without these laboratory reports, you wouldn't believe me if I said that Mu Lao's physical condition is improving!"
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Director Yang suddenly felt very tired.
I must be looked down upon, that's for sure.
Well, he had already made up his mind at this moment to look for some books on Chinese medicine when he went back.
Well, especially the ones compiled by this guy.
I heard that his son is studying with him, and if nothing else, he will definitely join the health care team in the future.
He doesn't want to be despised by Li Chu now and despised by his son in a few years.
If that happened, he estimated that he might explode on the spot.
"Director Yang, is Mu Lao sleeping or awake now?"
"I'm asleep. I just came here. The doctor on duty said that when I woke up in the morning, I drank some medicine and a bowl of porridge. I just slept for a while."
"Since I'm asleep, I won't go there. I have to go out later for something, so I'll come back in the afternoon."
Seeing that Li Chu wanted to leave, Director Yang hurriedly said: "Dean Li, please wait a moment."
"Director Yang has something else to do, tell me."
"That's it, Dean Li. When you were discussing Mu Lao's condition that day, you were talking about phlegm fever or whatever..."
"Director Yang, are you talking about phlegm-heat combined with wind obstruction and intramuscular tremor?"
"Hey, yes, that's it! Is this what you are talking about the same as Parkinson's disease?"
"Director Yang, the Parkinson's disease you are talking about is the name of Western medicine, and the original name of this disease is palsy shaking. It is a neurological disease in middle-aged and elderly people. It is similar to the tremor in our traditional Chinese medicine, and both belong to the tremor syndrome.
The name you mentioned just now is just one of them, it can be regarded as a classification."
"You mean these two are the same disease."
"It's okay if you think so." Li Chu was too lazy to explain to him.
His words also gave Director Yang a toothache, but he continued to ask.
"Dean Li, from your perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, can this tremor be cured?"
"It's difficult. I can only say that I try to maintain it as much as possible and want to cure it. Anyway, I don't have that ability."
His next words were directly ignored by Director Yang.
"Dean Li, to what extent do you mean this maintenance?"
"For example, Mu Lao's current physical condition is like this..." Li Chu said while imitating.
"After treatment, the best state can be like this..."
"So awesome!" Director Yang looked at the movements Li Chu made with his hands and sighed from the bottom of his heart.
"This is just the ideal situation."
"Dean Li, can I trouble you with something?"
"you say!"
"My father-in-law has Parkinson's disease. Can you help treat him?"