Liu Muqiao did not agree to go to the affiliated hospital. Later, the dean of the First Affiliated Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine also came to work, but Liu Muqiao also declined.
The next day, he went to the Science and Technology Committee to find Director Bai Ling. To his disappointment, although he met several leaders, with Liu Maqiao's life experience, there was no way he could convince them.
Naturally, he returned without success.
Back at Antai Hospital, Zhao Yilin didn't ask him at all. It was obvious that they had met each other a long time ago, and it was impossible for Liu Muqiao to convince others.
This kind of foresight is not to underestimate Liu Muqiao. It is normal. Most of those who serve as leaders of the Science and Technology Commission are big bosses who have been in power. They have their own opinions and their own thoughts. If you want to rely on your own insecurities,
He had a bad tongue to convince them, not to mention that you Liu Miqiao was still a student, even someone like Dean Pi who had been in the political arena for decades could not convince them.
Liu Muqiao was in a bad mood, and there was no one to comfort him. When he saw that Dr. Zou had relapsed into his old habit, he couldn't bear it anymore.
"Zou Qingxiang, trash!"
Dr. Zou suddenly shuddered.
You! You say I’m a waste?
Suddenly, the hands that were shaking just now stopped shaking.
There was a voice roaring in his head.
Why do I have to have Liu Muqiao by my side to avoid problems?
Why can’t I complete hematoma puncture alone?
Is there something wrong with my technology?
Do I have a psychological problem?
Was I wrong about the death case last time?
No!
There is indeed nothing wrong!
His death was just a coincidence!
"Why are you still lingering?" Liu Miqiao was annoyed.
Yes, why should I bother?
Isn’t it just a patient with a bleeding volume of 130 ml?
Puncture!
Liu Muqiao, go away!
I can succeed without you!
Perhaps due to telepathy, Liu Miqiao really left, and he even left the ward, with his jaw dropped all over the place behind him.
I have never seen him so depressed.
Wang Yi, Lu Lu, Wen Xingyu, and Liu Jianxin all looked at the door of the custody room in surprise.
He left unexpectedly.
"What should I do?"
"Continue!"
"Okay."
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Liu Muqiao was in a bad mood, but the moment he walked into the rehabilitation laboratory, his mood immediately improved.
There are 18 patients living in a large room. Each bed is separated by a curtain, but it is open during the day.
Qin Mu, Ling Yunfei, Jiang Qian, and Lu Xiaoling are responsible for their rehabilitation guidance.
Rehabilitation guidance includes training muscle strength, especially the training of weak extensor muscles, followed by suggestion and induction, which is a very important part.
"How's it going? If you've made any progress, please raise your hands!" Liu Maqiao said loudly.
Qi Sasha, 18 hands raised high.
"Okay, there has been progress. In a few days it will be time for your first course of treatment to be tested. I estimate that most of them can achieve the expected results. Lao Song, please raise your left hand and take a look."
Lao Song raised his left hand with difficulty.
"Well, very good, very good. The muscle strength of my left hand has reached level 3. Look at my left foot."
Lao Song raised his left foot with difficulty again.
"It's also level 3 muscle strength. Let me tell you, Lao Song, according to the past treatment, you still can't reach this level in half a year. How long have you lived here? 18 days. In a few days, you have to go home for treatment.
I estimate that after your three courses of treatment, you will be basically the same as a normal person."
"Dr. Liu, can I apply for another treatment course?"
The patients all felt that Liu Miqiao's medical skills were very high and should not be compared with ordinary doctors. After discussion, they gave him a name, Doctor.
In this way, Dr. Liu spread.
Later patients thought that Liu Muqiao was actually a doctor, so Dr. Liu became Liu Muqiao's title.
"No!" Liu Muqiao answered firmly.
"Let's go through the back door. Dr. Liu, I beg you."
"Old Song, you have to understand me. I only have so many rehabilitation beds. Including the next door, there are only 30 beds. If you don't leave, the patients behind will not be able to recover. Therefore, we stipulate that the first course of treatment
Rehabilitation at my place, second, three courses of treatment at home. Besides, you all already know how to do it, and the effect will be the same if you do it at home."
"Dr. Liu, can't we really open a back door?"
"No, Old Song, be obedient."
"Okay, then there is no other way. However, I have an application and want to bring more Huatuo Regeneration Pills back. Is this okay?"
Liu Muqiao shook his head.
"No? Dr. Liu, isn't this request also acceptable? It's not like I won't give you money."
"Old Song, don't be angry. I know you must want to give this medicine to others, right? This won't work. Our medicine is a hospital preparation and can only be used by our own patients. Besides, our medicine,
Production capacity is limited and it is impossible to supply external products."
"There is a man named Wang next door who has had a stroke for seven or eight years. He called and wanted to buy some to try. Oh, just right. I want to ask, is this medicine effective for old patients of seven or eight years?"<
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Liu Muqiao shook his head.
"It doesn't work?"
"It's not that it's ineffective, it's just that we don't know." Liu Muqiao said, "You are the second batch of patients. Whether there is any effect on the old patients will have to wait until our neurology building is completed before we can conduct the trial. Tell him, next year
At this time, he can sign up for the trial."
"Okay." Lao Song was a little unhappy, but still answered with a smile.
Liu Muqiao walked to the other bed.
"Lao Xie, look at your hands. Well, hold my hand tightly and exert force. Good, level 4 muscle strength. Not bad. You can definitely recover."
"Thank you, thank you so much, Dr. Liu."
At this time, Liu Muqiao usually receives a reward.
"Ding!"
Sure enough, a primary treasure box arrived as expected.
The system is very stingy about this reward. A general level of gratitude will not be rewarded at all. It must be a thank you from the bottom of your heart.
He is even more stingy when it comes to receiving rewards for surprise and admiration. For example, when he attended the unveiling ceremony of Qian Sili, the master of traditional Chinese medicine, especially when he and Professor Pan Huashan were discussing swordsmanship, so many people were amazed, but Liu Muqiao didn't get a single reward.
The reason is that this group of adults has a limit to the exclamation of others.
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The chances of getting rewards in front of students are much greater because students have a much lower threshold of exclamation and are the easiest to admire others.
Just like chasing stars, most people who chase stars are young people, but it is difficult for a group of half-old men and women to chase stars.
"Lao Xie, you don't need to wait 21 days to be discharged from the hospital."
"No, Dr. Liu, I must stay for 21 days."
"Why is this?"
"It's so easy to have a stroke. You asked me to stay in the hospital for more than ten days and then be discharged? It's not interesting. In addition, your medicine is so powerful that there are no traces of the stroke. Others will not believe that I have had a stroke!"
"Poof!"
Several people laughed.
"Why are you laughing? Getting sick is also an experience. Isn't it normal for a person to have no troubles or setbacks in his life?"
"Is it worth showing off even if you are sick?"
"Well, how should I put it? In life, there must be some stories."
Lao Song said loudly: "Lao Xie, thank you. You like this kind of experience, but I don't like it. I would rather be a blank piece of paper."
Lao Xie said: "I like it, not really, but people, some stories are also a kind of color. A colorful life can't just be flowers and rainbows. Sometimes there are some dark clouds and storms, which may be more exciting."
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Lao Song said: "Are you a poet? I am not as romantic as you. Being sick is not good, it is a disaster."
At this time, Zhao Yilin came in, "Who is the poet? Lao Xie, are you?"
"Sorry, you can't look sad all day long if you are sick, right? We are optimists."
"Okay, just be optimistic."
After Zhao Yilin finished speaking, he waved to Liu Muqiao.
"What happened?"
"The patient died."
This chapter has been completed!