As the old saying goes, misfortune does not lead to one another, but blessings do not come at the same time. On the first day after Yan Murong entered the clinic, he personally rescued a person whose liver was stabbed by a dagger. For him, this was accumulating merits-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
How could this old man be so scoundrel--Isn't this obviously bullying?
Just as Yan Murong was thinking about how to turn the topic off, another woman's scream came from downstairs.
Yan Murong was stunned---Why did everything he experienced after he came down the mountain by himself?
Listening to the heart-wrenching woman shouting downstairs, Yan Murong and Zhong Zhenguo did not dare to delay, so they stood up and ran down.
The woman who was almost out of her body when she was calling downstairs was in her twenties, very young, and looked very charming.
The woman is not old, with a charming face, a beautiful pink face, a red skin with a slightly curved eyebrows like the moon, her eyes are big black and white, her eyebrows are slender and black, her nose is tall and straight, her bright red lips are slightly upturned, her lips are thick and contain a natural charm, and a bright red mole is on the corner of her mouth. The most charming thing is the pair of watery big charming eyes. Every time she turns and looks at people, it seems that there is a ball of fire inside, burning people's hearts, and hooking people with a relaxed spirit. It can attract people's souls when she floats and turns.
Yan Murong has never seen a woman. Although he still wears a virgin hat, which woman he knows is not beautiful? Su Qingwu and Teng Xiangling are much more beautiful than the women in front of him.
Although this woman looks beautiful, he can tell that it is all painted with cosmetics - if she washes her face, she may not be like what she looks like.
In this era when materialistic and smart women have become monks, and women have become mistresses, and blind date shows are overwhelmed by major TV stations.
Just like a program called "If You Are the One" on a certain station, the female guests in it are all very beautiful, either pure girls or mature young women, they are all charming to the core - after stepping down, they wash their faces, and they can stick to the door and be the door god.
The woman seemed to be afraid to walk, she covered her lower abdomen with her hands and rubbed her towards her with small steps. I really don't know how she came over.
Looking at the woman's walking posture and hand-covering position, Yan Murong thought-----Isn't it another person to treat irregular menstruation?
If this is the case, I really responded to the four big words on the banner - the gynecological master.
"What's wrong with you?" Zhong Zhenguo asked.
"I hurt." The woman said with a frown.
"Where does it hurt?"
"-----" The woman stopped talking. Looking at Zhong Zhenguo, whose hair was gray in front of her, she seemed to have something indescribable.
Zhong Zhenguo suddenly turned his eyes and looked at Yan Murong and said, "Xiaoyan, you performed well just now. You can treat this patient. Your acupuncture is good. Two acupuncture can relieve her condition."
"Okay." Yan Murong agreed happily, but smiled bitterly in her heart.
This old man is quite decent, why is he so cunning?----I don’t know who said just now that I was a traitor of Sanwu, so I turned around and started to treat myself again.
Can I still not know what you think? I just want to see me use needles again.
It took a long time to support the woman who didn't dare to take big strides before walking to a treatment room upstairs. After pulling the chain, Yan Murong looked at the woman and asked, "Where are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"I-----" The woman looked at Zhong Zhenguo who followed him in, but was still unwilling to say it.
"It doesn't matter. Do not care about illness. Since you are here, just tell me it happily. The illness is no more than anything else and cannot be delayed."
The woman bit her sexy lips and hesitated for a long time before looking at Yan Murong and said, "I------I'm in pain."
"It hurts below?" Yan Murong was stunned-------Where is the following, of course he knew, but why didn't this woman go to the regular gynecology department of a large hospital for a check-up? Why did she go to this small clinic?
The sign outside says Huichuntang, not a women's specialty.
But since they are here, in terms of professional ethics, they can no longer drive the patient out.
"Why did it hurt?" Yan Murong asked.
“-----”
"Which part hurts?"
"-----"The woman still didn't speak.
Yan Murong was helpless-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Patients may not listen to the doctor's advice, but the recurrence of the disease is not the patient's fault, but your lack of medical skills.
"Okay, you took off your skirt and I'll take a look." Yan Murong said helplessly.
Otherwise, how could many people squeeze their heads and try to squeeze into the noble professional team of doctors?
If you see a woman on the street and ask her to take off her skirt and show you, what will happen?-----I'm slapped in the face and scolded a hooligan is light. But being a doctor is different, you can say to the woman openly. "Take off your skirt and let me see."
Yan Murong's words stunned the woman. She covered her skirt with her hands, looked at Yan Murong alertly, and asked, "What are you going to do? I can tell you that there is someone above me."
"Haha, I know there is someone above you." Yan Murong was amused. "If there is no one above you, it won't hurt there."
The woman's face turned red suddenly. Indeed, if there was no one above her, her lower body would not hurt.
It was all the blame for that bastard, saying that he had been ten times a night. To prove it, he really had ten times a night. As a result, when he woke up in the morning, he felt like he was tearing his feet.
After lifting up her skirt and taking off her purple thong, the woman lay on the bed, spreading her legs, ready to undergo Yan Murong's examination.
Do not avoid medical treatment when you are sick. This is not only said to the patient, but also to the doctor.
Facing the woman in front of him, Yan Murong just glanced at her and turned around and took a pair of disposable gloves from a tray. After putting it on, she spread the woman's legs and started to check.
After checking my own, I pulled off my gloves and threw them into the trash can. "Put it on, it's nothing big. Too much sex, which causes the blood vessels in the inner wall to be congested for too long and break. If it doesn't hurt, it's strange. Also, it's already swollen outside, which is also the cause of the pain. I'll give you some medicine. If you go back and wipe it yourself, you will be fine in a day."
"Doctor, I-----I didn't have a STD?" the woman asked nervously while putting on her skirt.
"No." Yan Murong said, then reached into his pocket, took out the only small cowhide paper bag he brought, handed it to the woman, and said. "Go back and wash, rub it with a clean cotton swab and rub it with the powder inside, and it will soon stop the pain."
"Thank you, thank you, doctor." The woman stood up quickly from her double and said gratefully to Yan Murong, as if she didn't feel that it hurts.
After receiving the woman's thirty yuan in medicine, Yan Murong sat down and breathed a sigh of relief----I finally didn't have to be asked by Zhong Zhenguo.
Just as he was thinking, Zhong Zhenguo stood behind him again. "Xiaoyan, why didn't he acupuncture just now?"
"-----" Yan Murong was speechless---Why didn't this old man forget that?
"Mini illness, don't need acupuncture, I will get better soon after using my medicine." Yan Murong said lightly, feeling happy long ago.
Hehe----You have Zhang Liang's plan. I have a wall ladder. I want to talk from me, but there is no door.
He was just happy in his heart, and one word from Zhong Zhenguo made him fall to the bottom again.
"What medicine are you using? It doesn't seem to be from the clinic, right? I can smell a fragrance through the kraft paper."
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