Peng Jianhui, the director of Jiangzhong City Second Hospital, is sitting in his office, holding cigarettes one after another, and the ashtray next to him is full of cigarette butts.
"bump!"
With a noise, the door to Peng Jianhui's office was pushed open, and his assistant rushed in, making Peng Jianhui, who was already very irritable, suddenly furious.
"What are you doing? It's rough. I don't want to do it anymore. If you don't want to do it, just go home and hold the baby."
The assistant was frightened, but he did not dare to say anything more. He knew that Dean Peng was very upset at this time.
Ever since Zhang Xin, the granddaughter of Zhang Baichuan of Mingshi Group, was admitted to the hospital half a month ago, Director Peng has been on tenterhooks. It has been a full half month now. He can hardly sleep at night or eat during the day. He has lost weight.
One circle.
In fact, Peng Jianhui was very happy when Zhang Baichuan's granddaughter was admitted to the hospital. Zhang Baichuan is the president of Mingshi Group, and Mingshi Group is a well-known large enterprise in Jiangzhong City and even Jiangzhou Province. The most important thing is
Zhang Baichuan's younger brother Zhang Baicheng is currently the director of the Jiangzhou Provincial Department of Health.
Zhang Baichuan's granddaughter came to be hospitalized in Jiangzhong City Second Hospital. It was a good opportunity. Once she established a relationship with the Zhang family, Peng Jianhui's future would naturally be bright.
However, Peng Jianhui was happy for only three days when he started to have a headache. Zhang Baichuan's granddaughter Zhang Xin had a high fever and was admitted to the hospital for three days and could not recover. The entire Jiangzhong City Second Hospital organized expert consultations and almost no one could be found.
The cause was finally concluded to be upper respiratory tract infection.
If this disease is serious, it would be easy to say if it has been delayed for so many days, but a simple fever will not heal for half a month. Peng Jianhui, the dignified president of Jiangzhong Second Hospital, seems too incompetent. These days, he is simply sitting on pins and needles.
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It has been half a month since I had a high fever. Not only has the patient not recovered, but there are even signs of seriousness. In this way, how can Peng Jianhui sit still? The flattery was not taken, but hemorrhoids were taken.
"What's going on, why don't you tell me quickly." Seeing his assistant in a daze, Peng Jianhui roared angrily. People often say that it takes a thousand days to raise an army, but it takes a moment to use it. Now that the critical moment has come, none of these losers below can be counted on.
"President Peng, Mr. Zhang brought people to the hospital and said they wanted to transfer." The assistant said cautiously.
"Transfer!"
When Peng Jianhui heard this, he immediately jumped up from his chair like an old cat whose tail had been stepped on, and strode outside without caring about his usual qualities.
Now, how can Peng Jianhui transfer the patient to another hospital? If the patient is still in the hospital, he still has a chance to save him. If the patient is transferred to another hospital, then he has no chance at all. His name will probably be on Director Zhang's blacklist.
Don't talk about the future at that time. Whether or not you can keep the position of dean is a matter of two opinions.
"Old Xu, I asked you to inquire about Mr. Lin. How is your inquiry going? Well, what else are you working on? Ask me quickly. If you help me with this, I will thank you very much. Yes...
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In the hospital corridor, a middle-aged doctor in his fifties and wearing a white coat was making calls on his mobile phone. He was walking around in the corridor while talking, looking very anxious.
"Boom!"
Jiang Haichao was walking back and forth when suddenly a person rushed over from the other side of the corridor and bumped into him. The phone in his hand flew out.
"You're blind..."
Jiang Haichao suddenly became angry and was about to curse. However, as soon as his words came out, the other party attacked him first: "Jiang Haichao, don't you want to do it anymore? If you don't go to the ward at this time, what are you doing here?"
Jiang Haichao took a closer look and realized that the person who hit him was actually Dean Peng Jianhui. He hurriedly apologized: "Dean Peng, I am calling the experts."
"What experts should I contact? I wonder if Mr. Zhang has already brought someone here. If the patient is transferred to another hospital, what's the use of finding Hua Tuo."
After scolding Jiang Haichao, Peng Jianhui didn't bother to talk and ran to the ward in a hurry again.
Seeing Peng Jianhui's back hurriedly walking away, Jiang Haichao took a hard breath and said, "Bah, you are so arrogant. If I find Mr. Lin, whether you, the dean, can be treated as the dean is another matter."
Jiang Haichao is the vice president of Jiangzhong Second Hospital. He has been suppressed by Peng Jianhui. The two of them can be said to be very difficult to deal with. This time, the granddaughter of Zhang Baichuan of Mingshi Group was hospitalized. He and Peng Jianhui were competing with each other, no matter who was fawning over them.
Shang Mingshi Group will have an absolute advantage.
Mr. Lin, who Jiang Haichao called just now, was an old Chinese medicine doctor he knew before. The reason why he thought of this old Chinese medicine doctor at this time was because when he was the attending doctor a few years ago, he also met people like Zhang Xin.
situation.
At that time, the patient suffered from viral pneumonia, and his symptoms were also high fever that would not go away for many days. Finally, it was the old Chinese medicine doctor who came forward and took three doses of medicine, which gave immediate results.
Jiang Haichao is confident that if he contacts the old Chinese medicine doctor again, Zhang Xin's condition will definitely be relieved, and the Zhang family of Mingshi Group will definitely remember his kindness...
Panting, Peng Jianhui ran to the ward. Inside the ward, a middle-aged man in his forties was leading people to pack their things. Several doctors and nurses were surrounding him, but no one dared to say anything.
"Mr. Zhang." Peng Jianhui took a few breaths and hurriedly stepped forward: "Mr. Zhang, what are you doing? You probably know Miss Zhang's situation. It is indeed quite complicated. We have contacted many experts in the past few days.
At the same time, I also called an old classmate of mine in Kyoto, and he arrived soon."
The middle-aged man in the ward is Zhang Baichuan's only son, Kaijiang Zhang, and the father of Zhang Xin, the girl in the hospital bed.
Hearing Peng Jianhui's words, Zhang Zhangjiang suddenly became angry: "How many times have you said this to me? How many so-called experts you say have come here in the past few days, but my daughter is still lying in the hospital bed.
How many days have you been tormenting me with a small high fever?"
Peng Jianhui was speechless. He really had no excuse for this. Although the patient's condition was complicated, to put it bluntly, it was indeed a high fever. They had been struggling with a simple high fever for half a month. If word spread, it would definitely be a disgrace.
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"Dr. Lin, thank you. After drinking your ginger syrup, I feel completely comfortable. My stomach feels warm and there is a sense of heat."
In the ward of the Internal Medicine Department of Jiangzhong Second Hospital, an old man in his sixties politely thanked a young doctor.
The young doctor is wearing the hospital's internship uniform. He looks to be only twenty-three or fourteen years old, but the patients in the entire ward like this young doctor very much. Although the young man is young, he is a very nice person and has superb medical skills. He can always use something.
Small folk remedies relieve patients' pain.
"Grandpa Wang, you are so polite. This is what I should do. Your illness is actually not a big problem. It's just that there is coldness in the intestines and stomach. Ginger syrup can just drive away the cold. In the future, you should pay attention to eating less cold foods. You
My constitution is inherently cold, and if you don't pay attention, this problem will happen again. As long as you pay attention, you can be discharged from the hospital in two days." The young doctor said with a smile.
"Dr. Lin is a nice person. He sincerely considers us patients. Unlike Dr. Wang, who is cold and cold all day long." A patient next to him chuckled.
"Mr. Chen, you don't dare to say that." Lin Yuan said hurriedly. He is still an intern doctor. He only has some experience in traditional Chinese medicine from elementary school. The doctor Wang mentioned by several people is his attending doctor. If this word reaches Wang
According to the doctor's ears, his life was not going to be easy.
"Lin Yuan!" Just as he was talking, a sharp shout came from the door, and a middle-aged doctor stood at the door with a pale face.
"Doctor Wang." Lin Yuan had a wry smile on his face. It seemed that what he just said had been heard by the other party, and this reprimand was inevitable.
"Buzz...ding-ding-ding-ring..."
In the corridor, Jiang Haichao had just picked up his cell phone, reinstalled the battery, and turned it on when a call came in.
"Hey, Lao Xu, how are you? Have you heard anything?" Jiang Haichao hurriedly picked up the phone and asked impatiently.
"Old classmate, I have found out for you, but the news may disappoint you. Mr. Lin passed away two years ago."
"Dead!" When Jiang Haichao heard this, he was like an eggplant beaten by frost, and his whole body was instantly drained of energy.
"Old classmate, although Mr. Lin has passed away, I heard that his grandson is also very skilled in medicine, and he is interning in your Jiangzhong Second Hospital."
"An intern?" Jiang Haichao was excited when he heard the first half of his old classmate's sentence, but when he heard the second half, he became disappointed again. An intern, what a joke.
"Old classmate, Mr. Lin's grandson is indeed not an ordinary person. Although he applied for a Western medicine school, he has a solid foundation in traditional Chinese medicine. If it doesn't work, you can try him. He is a dead horse and a living horse doctor."