Patients will only blame all the fault on the hospital and doctors.
For example, if this middle-aged woman's disease has no effect for a month, she will not think that she has an old problem and a difficult and complicated disease.
She will only vent her discomfort
At this time, the doctor felt aggrieved and could not quarrel with the patient and cause conflicts.
Xu Puruo smiled bitterly and said: "Sister, we can understand your mood, and we are also actively thinking of solutions."
"You have to be patient. You can't solve the problem by being impatient, right?"
The middle-aged woman glanced at Xu Puruo.
"Can I not be anxious? I have been taking traditional Chinese medicine for a month, but it has no effect at all."
"I just said that I don't want to take medicine anymore. A doctor suggested that I try acupuncture, massage and cupping of traditional Chinese medicine."
"Dr. Xu, can you give me a more reliable answer as to whether my disease can be cured?"
"Even if it gets a little better, I won't be so angry."
"If it can't be cured, I won't see traditional Chinese medicine. Don't use me as a guinea pig for experiments."
Xu Puruo was immediately speechless. The other party described the treatment as an experiment on white mice.
Although he was helpless, he could only continue to comfort the other person.
"Don't worry, Vice President Su and the doctors are actively discussing your disease."
"Because you are very averse to taking medicine now, acupuncture and massage of traditional Chinese medicine are also our methods of treatment."
All the patients couldn't help laughing when they heard the different words of both parties.
It’s true that everyone has their own difficulties and each has his own reasons.
Generally speaking, middle-aged women are anxious and restless after a long-term illness that has not improved.
The hospital is also trying hard to actively find solutions, but it does not meet the needs of patients.
"Doctor Xu, what's going on?" Qin Fan approached and asked.
Seeing Qin Fan coming, Xu Puruo felt as if he had seen a savior.
"Mr. Qin, you came just in time."
He smiled and said to the middle-aged woman: "Sister, this is the director of our hospital. You can let him take a look at your illness."
"If he also says there is nothing that can be done, then there may really be nothing that can be done about your disease."
The middle-aged woman looked suspicious, "Dr. Xu, do you think he is the dean?"
There was a hint of suspicion in her eyes.
Su Yuanju was the vice-dean, she had met him, but Xu Puruo said that the young man in front of her was the dean.
The leader of such a large traditional Chinese medicine hospital is a young man.
No matter how you look at it, it feels very unreal.
Xu Puruo smiled and said with certainty: "Yes, this is Mr. Qin, the director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital."
The middle-aged woman looked at Qin Fan, nodded and said no more.
In fact, she felt that she had heard the name Mr. Qin somewhere.
But I couldn't remember it for a while, the memory was very vague in my mind.
At this time, Xu Puruo briefly explained the reason for the incident to Qin Fan.
"Mr. Qin, this female patient has been suffering from chronic dry mouth and tongue. After examination..."
In a few words, he roughly explained the cause and effect of the entire incident.
As soon as she finished speaking, the middle-aged woman remembered who Mr. Qin was from her memory.
She suddenly realized, "I know who you are. You are Mr. Qin, the little miracle doctor who treated Xiao Hu Xing."
"I didn't expect you to be the director here. I heard that you were in this hospital, so I came here to see a Chinese medicine doctor!"
After she mentioned it, other patients also remembered it.
In fact, when they come to a traditional Chinese medicine hospital to see a doctor, they come here more or less because of the reputation.
Although Qin Fan may not be registered, but a hospital with a little miracle doctor, can it be any worse?
The hospital that can even cure Xiao Hu Xing's terminal brain tumor can certainly treat ordinary diseases as well.
This is the simplest thought of ordinary people.
Qin Fan immediately laughed and said, "Auntie, I am not a little miracle doctor, I am also an ordinary doctor."
"Hey, I believe you, can you take a look at it for me? I really can't stand it," the middle-aged woman said.
Qin Fan nodded, "Well, I can understand your mood. Don't worry, let's go to the office for diagnosis."
"Okay, if you can't solve it, then I really can't cure it."
The middle-aged woman seemed to agree with Xu Puruo's words.
Qin Fan nodded. He naturally knew the other party's mood very well, and now he placed his only remaining hope on him.
Walking into the internal medicine office, Su Yuanju was indeed here, discussing something with several doctors.
"Oh, Mr. Qin is here too." Su Yuanju said.
Several doctors stood up one after another and greeted Qin Fan, "Mr. Qin!"
"Yeah~" Qin Fan nodded, "You all sit down, Auntie, you sit down too."
The middle-aged woman was sitting next to Qin Fan.