Seeing this, Zhang Huayao simply took him over and said about the patient: "If you have time these days, you can come to the hospital to visit the chairman more often. After all, the chairman is old and cannot neglect any illness."
"Doctor Xie just said this."
Hearing his words, Zhang Huayao immediately turned around: "Did you just come to see us, Doctor Xie?"
Asking knowingly.
Qi Yunfeng drank tea and said nothing.
Even at such a young age, the big benefactor was difficult to serve. Zhang Huayao felt regretful and wanted to see if he could take advantage of Dr. Xie's blessing and get some more sponsorship money from the big benefactor.
When the leader came back, the three young men outside did not dare to slack off and continued working.
"Doctor Xie, the family members of bed No. 3 are here." the nurse reported.
A middle-aged woman came, claiming: "I am his mother's friend, my surname is Zhong."
"His family can't come, right?" Xie Wanying asked.
"It's not that he can't come. His mother just happened to be on a business trip and it will take two days to return home. If other members of his family want to come over, they need to take time off to fly. Let me help you come over first to see how he is doing." Aunt Zhong said.
At that time, the other party's family members may have been busy with work and hung up the phone. Xie Wanying now introduces the patient's condition in detail to family members and friends: "There is inflammation. It is best to take a course of antibiotics for a few days before leaving. He is sick himself."
"I know, doctor, do you want to say that he is sick and walking around?" Aunt Zhong shook her head, "I didn't know he came to me suddenly. But his temper is like this. He may have been recuperating at home since he was a child. As long as he
When he had the opportunity, he immediately ran out on his own. This time, he also ran over while his mother was not at home."
The more Xie Wanying listened, the more she felt something was wrong: "Is he a student?"
"Doctor, don't you know? He is a high school student and wants to take the Academy of Fine Arts exam next year. He came to me to see his teacher for a look at his paintings."
The young man was dressed like a company employee and carried a briefcase. These clothes were too easy to mislead people. Dr. Holmes Pan passed by and heard their conversation, and was surprised that he also guessed wrong.
"Is he seventeen years old?" Dr. Pan asked.
I guessed it right this time. I will be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts next year. I will be a sophomore in high school this year, so I will be twenty-seven years old.
"Don't he have to go to school?"
"He is in poor health and often studies by himself at home," Aunt Zhong said.
If you want to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, you will pay more attention to the scores in the art test, and the scores in the cultural courses are not too high.
While the three of them were talking, they came to the patient's bed.
"What do you think?" Aunt Zhong was worried about the patient lying on the hospital bed getting an injection, and turned to ask the doctors, "Is he better or worse?"
The doctors wondered why the relatives suddenly asked this.
"He doesn't like injections." Aunt Zhong was frightened when she saw the patient acting uncharacteristically and cooperating with the injections.
Although the patient wanted to run away for a while, his current behavior is a bit strange combined with the information revealed by his family.
"The doctor said that you should stay here for a few days to get injections to reduce inflammation and fever. Your mother hasn't come back, so I'll have a phone call with your mother. Can you take the injections with you for the next few days instead of your mother?" Aunt Zhong discussed with the patient, "You
You have to listen to the doctor."
Du Yongsheng nodded.
Aunt Zhong blinked: Why did my friend's son become obedient?
"How many days of injection do you think I can completely reduce my fever?" Du Yongsheng asked the doctor.
Xie Wanying, who was locked in the patient's eyes, said: "About five days."
"Okay, I'll listen to you, five days."
It was obvious that this seventeen-year-old boy was waiting to see if Dr. Xie's magic could help him accurately reduce his fever in five days.
