"6. Theoretically, how long does it take to recover from a cold?"
"a, within two hours; b, within one day; c, within two or three days; d, within one week."
After two questions that made Xia Minghe a little tormented, as if he was afraid that the answerer would lose confidence, another question was asked to give points.
If it were before, Xia Minghe would probably choose C, but now, he chooses A without hesitation. Does he need to say more about his own example?
"7. What do you think a good doctor should be?"
"a, medical skills are exquisite; b, medical ethics are noble; c, medical ethics need not be compromised, but medical skills must be exquisite; d, medical skills are average, but medical ethics must be noble."
In front of this seventh question, Xia Minghe hesitated again.
This seems to be a question for free points, but it may also be a question for free of charge.
After hesitating for a long time, he was still unsure of the answer. Remembering that this question was a multiple-choice question, he finally ticked both items A and B.
"8. If a patient dies due to improper use of medication, does this fall into this category?"
"a, poor medical skills; b, poor medical ethics; c, medical errors; d, malicious murder."
Is this a multiple choice question?
Why do I feel like it’s even harder than the quizzes!
This kind of vague and uncertain multiple-choice questions was the most annoying thing. Xia Minghe was holding his head a little crazy.
On the same day and night, someone was also answering this question. The difference was that there was an old man beside him.
a, poor medical skills;
b. Medical ethics is deficient;
c, medical error;
Faced with this question, Meng Hai also hesitated for a while, and then he checked all three items. Unexpectedly, at this time, his grandfather took the mouse directly and removed the first three items.
The last item was ticked.
Meng He, a local doctor who is quite legendary in the local area.
Many people come to him for treatment, ranging from minor colds to various other inflammations, fractures, and even terminal cancer. After being treated at the county hospital, many people come to him for treatment.
That is to say, for some surgeries and the like, they came to him and said they couldn't be cured, and then asked them to go to the county hospital. Therefore, his place was full of people all year round, and his home was directly transformed into a hospital layout long ago.
Naturally, the rural hospital hated such a person because he diverted too many patients.
Meng He did not have a medical qualification certificate, which eventually became a clue. However, given that his influence was so great in the local area, relevant personnel could not squeeze in even after half a day of visiting his home. They queued for two hours before they were able to advance only half way, and then left and right.
inquire about.
After asking for a long time, he went back silently.
I just called Meng He in the evening and chatted for a long time.
Later, when local hospitals could be bought and sold, Meng He directly bought the rural hospital, which was the end of the turmoil.
In the local area, everyone calls him "Mr. Meng".
This gentleman is not like those in the city who everyone calls him sir.
In many rural areas, until now, there are still two types of people who are generally respected by the villagers. One is teachers, who are teachers with a relatively good reputation, and the other is doctors, who are also doctors with a relatively good reputation.
Meng He not only has a good reputation, it has a very good reputation.
His family is rich, and everyone knows that his family is rich. Therefore, many people call him "Meng Wanwan" behind his back. This is a title that has been used for a long time.
But in fact, there are many rich people in their hometown, including those who do business, open supermarkets, engage in construction, etc. It cannot be said that there are millions of people everywhere, but there are still quite a few, but the villagers
Only when I talk about "Meng Wanwan", I don't feel envy and jealousy, but more of admiration and a thumbs up.
"Mr. Meng is a capable man!"
Meng He's son Meng Yang might not be very good at it, so he was sent to his own pharmacy by Meng He, where he was only responsible for getting medicine. However, his grandson Meng Hai had high hopes for him, and he was successfully admitted to the capital.
University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
Originally, Meng He used to see patients until twelve o'clock, well, twelve o'clock at night, and then officially practice medicine at six o'clock every morning. This cycle happened all year round, but recently, he has grown older and has become a little bit less able to handle such high intensity.
operation, so it only closed at ten o'clock in the evening.
It was probably around 10:40 in the evening. Meng He had just finished exercising and was getting ready to go to bed.
"What is this, your school's exam?" Meng He asked after being summoned by his grandson for consultation.
"No." Meng Hai scrolled the page to the top and let his grandfather see the title above, "Dandelion Zero Level (Entry) Assessment", and then briefly explained the process, and said: "A classmate in our class told me
, I also posted it in the group, and now many students in our class are answering this question."
Meng He just watched the first few questions silently. When being consulted by his grandson, he just smiled and said: "You do it yourself, I will take a look first."
Until this question, Meng He didn't even ask Sun Tzu to change it, but directly took the mouse and changed the answer himself.
When Meng Hai raised his head in surprise, Meng He looked very serious and solemnly said: "There is no lack of medical skills, no lack of medical skills, and no medical mistakes. This is malicious murder."
Meng Hai opened his mouth to say something.
Meng He did not let him speak, but added: "I don't know how your school teaches it now, and I don't know what the hospital's regulations are now. Anyway, when I was a child, my teacher told me
, Improper treatment is a waste of money and life."
The same day, during the day, in a small county town.
"Across the country, teachers in universities, middle schools and primary schools, including kindergarten teachers (including retired teachers), with a teacher qualification certificate can go to any store selling this series of products and receive conditioning medicines for free, limited to five boxes per month."
Also because of a cold, and also because of the magic of cold medicine, she curiously read the instructions. When she saw this paragraph, Zhou Sujuan was stunned, and then called her father-in-law who was practicing Chinese calligraphy in the yard below.
"Dad, look." When she came downstairs, Zhou Sujuan handed the instructions to her father-in-law to read.
"This is?"
At noon, a family of four, the father-in-law, Zhou Sujuan and his wife, and their youngest son who had just started kindergarten, went to the drugstore where Zhou Sujuan bought cold medicine, that is, the "Chinese medicine store", and walked into the store with the same decoration.
Zhou Sujuan's father-in-law handed over a small book not very confidently.
The cashier took the small book, opened it and read it, then bowed politely and said with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Zhao! What type of conditioning medicine do you need? You can choose any of the two, as long as the total is
No more than five boxes are acceptable.”
"Can I get it for free every month?" Zhou Sujuan asked.
"Yes!" the cashier said firmly, "You can get five boxes for free every month."
"How much does a box of your conditioning medicine cost?" Zhou Sujuan's husband asked.
"Sir, we have four types of medicine here, cold medicine costs one yuan a box, rhinitis and strep throat medicines cost ten yuan a box, and the other two types cost one hundred yuan a box."
Zhou Sujuan's husband nodded.
There were other customers in the store. Someone saw what happened just now and came over and said, "What, are there any free medicines in your store?"
"Our conditioning medicines are free for teachers," the cashier said.
Amidst the discussions among other customers in the store, Zhou Sujuan and her family walked out of the store.
"Grandpa, I want to be a teacher when I grow up!" the grandson, who is still in kindergarten, said in a sweet voice.
An old man and two adults were both smiling.
It seemed like this was the first time that they felt the pride of being teachers.
Although in terms of money, it is not much. Not to mention the retirement salary of the father-in-law, the combined monthly salary of Zhou Sujuan and his wife is almost 10,000.
But this is both about money and not about money.
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