At this time, Mi Lei was stunned for a moment, wondering about the difference between "ah" and "ma".
Well, there is a difference!
One is a question and the other is an affirmative.
This is an easily misunderstood meaning of the word.
For example, can "what" and "why" be the same?
Mi Lei asked tentatively: "?"
Li Hongying frowned and nodded: "Well!"
Jia Fumin looked at the two of them blankly: "Ah?!"
Li Hongying coughed: "That's it... Director Mi, what I want to say is... you can try Chinese medicine, okay?"
"after all……"
"My dad was also diagnosed by traditional Chinese medicine."
"What do you think?"
Mi Lei shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said seriously: "Director Li, I am a Western medicine doctor, a serious graduate of Peking University School of Medicine."
"Although among our classmates, I am the most broke."
"But, I am still a Western medicine doctor, so... I really don't understand Chinese medicine."
"Your question is obviously over the top!"
"The teacher didn't teach."
Li Hongying smiled awkwardly: "I still thought you were well-informed."
"Feel sorry."
"Tsk..." Mi Lei couldn't help but slapped his mouth: "This...how do you say this?"
"Traditional Chinese medicine... lacks a systematic guide."
"Whether it can be cured or not depends on chance!"
"I've heard that there are cures, but...that's all."
"Hey... the situation between Chinese and Western medicine is so tense, I can't comment on it."
Jia Fumin, on the other hand, is a pure modern medical thinker. He smiled: "There are examples of people being cured by traditional Chinese medicine, and gastric cancer has also been cured."
"Also, I read in Chinese medicine novels that there is a needle that can cure late-stage cancer."
"Haha...how do you say this?"
"I don't quite believe it."
"I prefer to believe in data rather than spreading rumors. Traditional Chinese medicine has no way to provide this."
Li Hongying sighed:
"How about...see the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine for consultation."
"Is that okay?"
Mi Lei has a headache.
Director Li, can you speak more clearly?
Can you please be firmer in your final tone?
Is it one sound or two? It’s really worrying.
Is it coquettish or not? That's a question.
Can it be the same?
However... thinking that the other party was a director, Mi Lei instinctively ruled out the possibility of acting coquettishly. It should be a doubt.
"Well...it's okay, but it is."
Speaking of this, Mi Lei didn't know why, but a name suddenly appeared in his mind: "Chen Nan!"
That’s right!
Even he himself was a little surprised.
Because Mi Lei knows a lot of famous doctors, including many famous Chinese medicine doctors.
But... for some reason, what he thought of at this moment was Chen Nan.
Mi Lei looked at Li Hongying curiously and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
Li Hongying: "Chen Nan!"
If Yang Hongnian was approached, he would agree, but Mi Lei would not have any expectations.
He knew very well that Yang Hongnian was a mediocre person.
Never underestimate mediocrity, mediocrity is also a talent.
Most people, even mediocre people, can't do it.
but……
For Chen Nan!
Mi Lei actually felt a little more hopeful.
Maybe it's because he didn't see him last time, or maybe it's because of Chen Nan's special effect on Li Mengsan.
All in all, he actually... agreed!
"Okay! Let's try it!"
"I'm going to call the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine and ask Xiao Chen to come down."
Jia Fumin wanted to say something more, but seeing that the director and Li Hongying were so determined, he sighed, shook his head, and said nothing more.
After all, the director has already made a decision, and it obviously doesn't make much sense if he is talking too much.
…
…
In the afternoon, Yang Hongnian was in a better mood.
It's great to be on TV now.
I have to open a bottle of Maotai to celebrate when I get back in the evening.
But... damn, asking me to talk about hospital culture and management is obviously a bit over the top...
I, Yang Hongnian, am worthy enough to do this kind of column.
Thinking of this, Yang Hongnian blushed.
I'm still a little nervous in my heart.
but……
Life is like a play, the key is acting, what kind of person you act is what kind of person you become.
Who cares whether you are true or false?
Yang Hongnian spent the whole day preparing his speech in the office.
However... he felt that he should show off his medical skills.
Such a good drainage opportunity, if I don't seize it, I will really be sorry for the wisps of smoke on the ancestral grave.
In the afternoon, Yang Hongnian slept in the director's office. He was a little moved, but when he looked at the time, it was past three o'clock.
Ahem, I overslept.
It must be that I have been overworked recently, taking care of everything and caring about the development of the department, and I am too tired.
Well, this isn't... it's a drama!
Looking at the dozens of words written in the notebook, Yang Hongnian sighed, that's it, that's it, combine work and rest.
After getting up and washing, I stretched my waist, rubbed my face, and took care of my hair in front of the mirror.
Hmm...a little bushy...
This is a bit inconsistent with the status of an expert.
After all, only by being bald can you become stronger.
Then, he slowly walked into the department with a thermos cup.
Everyone is busy at this time. There is a big prescription for medicine on Monday, and many people are busy.
Yang Hongnian looked at this scene with satisfaction, and felt very happy in his heart.
Look...this is all my fault!
At this time, the student nurse walked quietly and hurriedly towards the doctor's office.