After Ye Wenqian gave a few brief explanations to the modification worker, she walked with him into the office.
"Just say it directly. Why are you so polite when we are so familiar?"
Seeing her pouring water for him to make tea, Zhang Yang sat on the sofa and crossed his legs and joked.
Ye Wenqian still wears a red jacket, which makes people immediately aware of her fiery passion, and her neat manner with long shawl hair. With such a girl dangling in front of his eyes, Zhang Yang feels full of energy.
"I really didn't realize that you are really a miracle doctor?"
Ye Wenqian made the tea and put it on the coffee table in front of him. She smiled and continued: "I checked on the Internet and it turned out that there was a Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament held in Donghai City. You were really the winner."
Last time Zhang Yang helped pick up the goods and chatted affectionately with Hua Tinglan for a long time, which made her feel very dissatisfied, or a little jealous.
Zhang Yang explained that he was treating Hua Tinglan. When he talked about the Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament, she half believed him. At that time, he even joked that he wanted him to treat an old man he knew.
After coming back, she was bored in the office and turned on her computer to check. She was surprised that this thing actually happened.
You must know that the Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament has gone through media publicity in the early stage. Whether it is in newspapers or on the Internet, there is overwhelming information, which is so hyped that Zhang Yang is described as a generation of miracle doctor.
It's just that this kind of medical exchange competition is more familiar to people if it is filmed in a TV series without celebrities at all.
For example, there are countless famous doctors and celebrities. How many of them have been recognized when walking on the street? They are not as eye-catching as the faces of third-rate celebrities...
"I don't dare to be a miracle doctor, but there is no disease that I can't cure." Zhang Yang felt proud, his vanity was a little satisfied, and he picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
"Are you still a celebrity? Can you sign your autograph for me?"
Ye Wenqian saw him pulling like a 258, and her branches trembled with laughter. She picked up the pen and paper on the table and made some signs to make a joke.
"Isn't it just a signature? I can give it to you."
"Who cares?" Ye Wenqian blushed and spat.
The two of them are already very familiar with each other, and having experienced the life and death speed of racing together can easily make the distance between them close quickly.
"Has Young Master Song come to see you recently?" Zhang Yang changed the subject.
It was undeniable that he wanted to hear how Song Yehan would react to the beautiful woman in front of him dumping him?
"I came here once and I have made it clear to him that we are really not suitable for each other."
Ye Wenqian breathed a sigh of relief, with a helpless curve at the corner of her mouth, but her words were very calm.
It can be seen that she does not have much nostalgia for this relationship, but feels more guilty towards Song Yehan.
It's no wonder that given Song Yehan's family background, there must be many beauties throwing themselves into his arms, but for him to take the initiative to pursue her and be very caring and considerate is indeed very rare.
Of course, Ye Wenqian didn't feel it was a pity to give up this relationship, she even felt relieved...
"Didn't he persuade you to change your mind?"
"What do you think?" Ye Wenqian asked with a smile.
"I don't know." Zhang Yang told the truth.
It suddenly occurred to him that a very scheming man like Song Yehan would perform perfectly no matter what he did, so any reaction was normal.
If you continue to pursue Ye Wenqian, it will make people think that he really likes her, which means that his infatuation and tenderness and considerateness in the past are all actions from the heart.
Even if he chooses to give up, it will give people a grand decision, respecting his decision to like the girl, and a manifestation of emotional maturity.
You can advance or retreat, no matter what you choose, you will leave a good impression...
"What would you do if it were you?" Ye Wenqian suddenly asked curiously.
"I will get down on my knees and beg you."
"Don't you think it's embarrassing for a man to kneel down?"
"If a man has gold at his knees, it is best to kneel to women every day."
Zhang Yang smiled evilly and continued: "Kneel down to the woman you like, not only is it not embarrassing, it should also be worthy of publicity and promotion."
This is his true thought. Many boys think that chasing girls will be laughed at and looked down upon.
In fact, for girls, not only is it not embarrassing, but it is a sign of courage.
"Fuck you, do you think all men are as shameless as you?"
Ye Wenqian's smile is very beautiful, she is as carefree as a child, with a hint of blush, making her more charming.
He continued: "He just asked me to think about it again, and of course he will respect my decision."
"Yeah." Zhang Yang didn't know what to say.
To put it bluntly, Song Yehan put the blame on her. He looked very generous and considerate, but in fact he was excusing himself. He could actually make full use of a woman's options for advancement and retreat.
"I just feel a little guilty towards him..."
Ye Wenqian hesitated to speak. She sighed and then changed the subject and said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Do you know why I asked you to come?"
"Pick up the goods?"
"I don't dare to let you, a miracle doctor, deliver goods again. Do you still remember what I told you last time about treating people's illnesses?" Ye Wenqian teased and then asked.
"An old man? What disease does he have?" Zhang Yang thought about it.
"I don't know. I just meet him every time when my friend is being treated." Ye Wenqian glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "Let's go and take a look and you will know."
After finishing speaking, he opened the drawer and took out the car keys, stretched out his little hand to pick up Zhang Yang, and walked outside together.
The scarred Ferrari has been restored to its original appearance, and its smooth and brand-new paint surface exudes dazzling light in the sun.
It’s no wonder that Ye Wenqian is full of affection for this car. Even after she experienced the last competition with it, she felt as if she was seeing an old friend.
I walked to the car and patted the hood to say hello to my friend who couldn't speak, then opened the door and got in.
The car was still full of power, which made Zhang Yang feel a little emotional. It would be great if people could be like a car. If something is broken, they could replace it and restore health.
Of course, then I thought to myself that if that were the case, the whole world would be crowded with people...
Through chatting along the way, Zhang Yang knew that Ye Wenqian didn't know the old man very well. He had only met him a few times and the conversation was very interesting, so he asked for his help.
Zhang Yang is not surprised by this. With this girl's frank and straightforward character, she doesn't care about the other party's identity. As long as she likes her, she will do her best to help.
The hospital is not very big, only a three-story building. In a big city like Beidu, it is definitely a private hospital.
In order to show their strength, general public hospitals will be built to be extremely luxurious and grand, but they will pass on these costs to the patients, which invisibly increases the burden on the patients.
In fact, a hospital is a place where diseases are treated. Even if it is a shabby bungalow, as long as the medical skills are superb, it is good news to the patients.
Even using the money to purchase advanced equipment and spreading it to hospitals in cities and towns, so that rural people can enjoy the benefits of medical development, there is no need to build a shell like a five-star hotel.
After all, patients are hospitalized for treatment, not for enjoyment. Most of them are poor. How much public medical care is there?
The car drove into the hospital parking lot. What surprised Zhang Yang was that there were many Mercedes-Benz and BMW luxury cars parked there, which showed that this hospital was very popular.
There is a huge promotional picture posted in the lobby of the hospital, which introduces the special treatment methods in the hospital, with the words "Thirteen Needles at the Gate of Ghosts" written in conspicuous words.
Below is a detailed introduction to the history of Guimen Thirteen Acupuncture and its treatment methods and effects. Finally, there are photos such as banners sent by patients.
Zhang Yang was a little surprised, but also a little dumbfounded. It reminded him of Liang Haoting, who participated in the Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament together. Isn't he the descendant of the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate?
At the same time, thinking of his despicable treatment methods, I naturally lost any good impression of the hospital in front of me.
"Let's go, why are you dazed?" Ye Wenqian urged when she saw him looking at the promotional pictures in a daze.
"Yeah." Zhang Yang came to his senses and agreed casually to follow.
"Although this hospital is not big, it is very famous. The treatment effect is very good and the price is not very expensive." Ye Wenqian thought he was curious and explained simply.
"Really?" Zhang Yang said ambiguously.
I thought to myself, what kind of good medical ethics can someone like Liang Haoting have? The effect is good and the price is cheap. Is he using some despicable method to swindle people's money?
Of course, he also knew that the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate was based on the foundation of traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture, and had been researched and improved to form a unique treatment method. It naturally had its advantages and uniqueness, and could even be called a folk secret.
"Let's go, he should be up there."
"Are you not sure if he's coming? Didn't you call in advance?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.
"I was beaten yesterday. He said there is no guarantee whether he will live to this day." Ye Wenqian smiled playfully. From her relaxed expression, it could be seen that the old man was joking.
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There are patients coming in and out from time to time, and it can be seen that all departments are very busy.
Many of the doctors in white coats who shuttle around are also very young. They should be internship students or have just graduated and come to work.
The hospital is not big, but it has a wide range of departments. The first floor is mainly for trauma, which should take into account the patients' mobility difficulties. The second floor is for minor illnesses, including colds, headaches, brain fever, etc., which are also within the scope of treatment.
After arriving on the third floor, Zhang Yang noticed that it was a neurology department. Of course, he also heard Liang Haoting say that the hospital was a neurology hospital, so he participated in the brain death treatment for the Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament.
Although there were many patients and it was very busy, it was not noisy. There were several waiting patients sitting on the benches at the door of each department on the third floor.
Like a large hospital, the department is divided into general departments and specialist departments. Ye Wenqian took his arm and walked to a specialist department at the end of the corridor.
"Hey, old man, I'm here." Ye Wenqian walked into the specialist department and shouted to an old man in a wheelchair.
She actually called the old man directly, regardless of age, which shows that she is very familiar with the old man in front of her. (To be continued)