Zhang Haiqi, deputy director of the Hospital Affiliated Hospital, arrived at the emergency department early in the morning.
"Dean Zhang!"
When the doctor in the duty room saw Zhang Haiqi, he was still a little awake at first, but he suddenly woke up.
It was only seven o'clock in the morning, and the doctor from the morning shift had just arrived, while the doctor from the evening shift was making rounds and writing medical orders.
"Um."
Zhang Haiqi made a sound from his nostrils and asked: "Is Director Zhou here?"
"Director Zhou was on duty in the department last night and just went to the quarantine area."
Tian Xiaolin said hurriedly: "Dean Zhang, please sit down first. I'll call Director Zhou."
"No, I'll go over and take a look."
As Zhang Haiqi spoke, he turned around and walked outside. As soon as he walked out of the duty room, Zhou Qiwen had already returned.
"Dean Zhang."
"How are the patients in the quarantine area?" Zhang Haiqi asked.
"Fortunately, several patients have basically started to reduce their fever."
"Is the fever gone?"
Zhang Haiqi stared at Zhou Qiwen: "Old Zhou, are you kidding me?"
When Zhang Haiqi left last night, several patients here still had high fevers. He was worried all night and didn't sleep well. Then in the morning, all the patients had subsided?
For a moment, Zhang Haiqi almost pinched herself subconsciously to see if she hadn't woken up yet and was still dreaming.
I think about it every day and dream about it at night.
"How can I joke about something like this?"
Zhou Qiwen said: "After you left, Director Zhang, last night, another patient was sent to you. He is the lover of Li Wanjiang of Wanjiang Group. Li Wanjiang brought a doctor with him when he came..."
"Emergency Department of Xijing Hospital of Qinzhou Province, Fang Le?"
Zhang Haiqi repeated softly: "Fang Le, why does this name sound so familiar?"
"The Chinese Journal of Surgery was sent yesterday, a new tendon suturing method." Zhou Qiwen said.
"No wonder this name sounds familiar to me."
Zhang Haiqi nodded. As the deputy dean of the clinical department, Zhang Haiqi also read the latest issue of the Journal of Surgery yesterday.
When this kind of magazine is delivered, some people don't read the whole thing. Most people read the table of contents first and then look at what they are interested in. And Fang Le's paper, a new tendon suturing method, is at the very end of the magazine.
From the front, it's easy to notice.
Just as he was talking, Zhang Haiqi looked at Zhou Qiwen again: "No, tendon suturing is a surgical field. In addition to tendon suturing, Dr. Fang also knows internal medicine?"
"My major is Chinese medicine." Zhou Qiwen's tone was a bit bitter: "He is a disciple of Sun Qingping, a national player in Xinglin, Qinzhou Province."
"Ahem..."
Zhang Haiqi almost choked and coughed for a while, and it took a long time to recover.
Majoring in Chinese medicine, and then come up with a new tendon suturing method?
So all the doctors in related fields are shit-eating?
Do you want to hit people like this?
"So the fever of several patients in the isolation area is the reason you mentioned Fang Le?" Zhang Haiqi asked.
"Not entirely."
Zhou Qiwen said: "Yesterday there was a critically ill patient who was rescued by Fang Le. I don't know much about traditional Chinese medicine here, so I contacted Dean Shen of Jiangzhong Hospital. The other patients were treated after Dean Shen came over."
"Then why don't you let Fang Le treat you together?" Zhang Haiqi was a little confused.
"Ahem..."
Zhou Qiwen coughed again. Didn't he still have scruples in his heart at that time? He was taking a big risk by agreeing to let Fang Le treat someone.
"Let's go and see the patient."
Zhang Haiqi said and walked towards the isolation area.
...
When he opened his eyes in the morning, Fang Le took his cell phone and checked the time. It was already half past nine in the morning.
Next to her, Zhang Xiyue was still sleeping soundly, with long eyelashes, fair face, and a blush on her cheeks.
Sensing Zhang Le's movement beside her, Zhang Xiyue opened her eyes in a daze, closed them again, and murmured, "What time is it?"
"Nine-thirty." Fang Le answered truthfully.
"ah!"
Zhang Xiyue suddenly sat up and the quilt slipped from her body.
"What's wrong?"
Fang Le put his hands behind his head and looked at Zhang Xiyue's smooth and white back, feeling it was a pleasure to look at.
"Don't look!"
Zhang Xiyue hurriedly pulled the quilt to cover herself and complained: "It's all your fault. I have never gotten up so late when I was alone."
"It sounds like I always get up so late when I'm alone." Fang Le said with a smile.
"It's all your fault anyway."
Zhang Xiyue picked up the pillow and hit Fang Le: "Who told you last night..."
"What happened to me last night?" Fang Le asked with a smile.
"Yeah, don't look at it."
Zhang Xiyue covered Fang Le's head with a pillow, and her face turned red to the root of her neck.
That guy's taste is so good. He's already weak in the legs, so it makes people look...
"Murdered my husband."
Fang Le's voice came from under the pillow, and he hugged Zhang Xiyue into his arms...
...again omitting five million words.
The rain stopped and the wind stopped. Fang Le was lying on the bed, not wanting to move a finger. Zhang Xiyue didn't want to get up either. She just wanted to sleep all day long until dark.
Suddenly, the bedside landline phone rang, and Fang Le grabbed the phone: "Hello!"
"I asked you, why don't you get up?"
The complaining voice of Xingxing's classmates came: "Doctor Tian has been waiting here for a long time."
"Which Doctor Tian?"
Fang Le still hasn't come back to his senses, he continues to fight, and is still immersed in the post-war summary.
"Dr. Tian from the Emergency Department of the Affiliated Hospital of Jiangzhou Medical University, you talked to me yesterday."
Xingxing classmate lowered his voice.
This memory, what did you do just now?
"I'll get up right away."
Fang Le replied, then turned over and sat up.
He said he would go for a follow-up visit this morning, but he didn't say what time it was. He didn't expect someone from the hospital to come.
After getting dressed and washing his face, Fang Le went to Cheng Yunxing's room next door, where Tian Xiaolin was talking to Cheng Yunxing.
"Doctor Fang!"
"Please ask Dr. Tian to come over in person." Fang Le was a little embarrassed.
"Dr. Fang is very polite."
Tian Xiaolin smiled and said: "I came here today to thank Dr. Fang on behalf of our Director Zhou."
Tian Xiaolin did not say that he came to ask Fang Le for a follow-up consultation, but said thank you: "After the patient took the medicine last night, his stool was clear around four o'clock in the morning, and his body temperature also dropped significantly. When I came here, the body temperature was 37.8°C. Our Director Zhou
As I said, if it hadn’t been for Dr. Fang last night, the consequences would have been unpredictable.”
"Director Zhou is too polite."
Fang Le exchanged polite words with Tian Xiaolin, then said hello to Zhang Xiyue, and took Cheng Yunxing to the Medical Affiliated Hospital with Tian Xiaolin.
"Dr. Tian, how are the other patients doing?"
On the way, Fang Le asked Tian Xiaolin.
Yesterday Zhou Qiwen didn't let Fang Le treat other patients, so Fang Le didn't say much.
Director Zhou must have checked the efficacy. Besides, if a patient really had problems again, Zhou Qiwen would still be able to contact Fang Le if he was serious about it. After all, Li Wanjiang was in the hospital.
When you are a doctor, sometimes you still have to abide by some rules. You have different stances and different angles. You cannot simply say who is right and who is wrong.
"After you left yesterday, Dr. Fang, Director Shen of Jiangzhong Hospital and Director Zeng of the Department of Orthopedics and Traumatology arrived. Director Shen took the opportunity to check on the other patients. When I came here just now, several patients had some symptoms of high fever. Decline."
Tian Xiaolin secretly looked at Fang Le's expression in the rearview mirror while driving the car.