Doctor of Healing

Chapter 701 Good Man Card

Ji Xiang didn't speak, he stood behind Meng Qingfei, watching every line he typed.

If it was before, Ji Xiang would definitely not understand what Meng Qingfei was doing. His written communication was already very standardized, but Meng Qingfei was just not satisfied.

But now Ji Xiang has a deep understanding of Meng Qingfei's entanglement and hesitation.

Because the system npc didn't explain how to solve it, but just talked about a general principle, so Ji Xiang watched quietly to see what Meng Qingfei was going to do.

But Ji Xiang was still very emotional.

Although Meng Qingfei didn't have the support of the operating room of the system, and he didn't have the support of the NPC of the system, but he had a high level of comprehension and could see through the essence of the problem at a glance.

This!
It is full of clinical experience! !

Every sentence he typed seemed dissatisfied, and he deleted it immediately, struggling to force it.

After a few minutes, Meng Qingfei straightened her hair in distress.

"Mr. Meng, what are you struggling with?" Ji Xiang pretended to be confused with understanding.

Meng Qingfei shook his head, "Let me think about it carefully, you can't help me with this matter. Wait a moment, I will explain the ins and outs to you carefully when I find time, so that you don't step on the trap when you encounter similar patients."

"Mr. Meng, this kind of thing... seems to have nothing to do with the emergency department." Ji Xiang reminded in a low voice.

Meng Qingfei sighed, "Xiaoji, I know this is a trap. Look at the bosses who have eyes, ears, nose, throat, spirits, and mouths. None of them are over 30 years old."

"Uh……"

"They are still young and inexperienced. Once they step on a pit, it will be a tiankeng. I can understand it and help them."

Ji Xiang was stunned.

Most of the people he met in the hospital were people who turned the blame on him, and rarely met anyone who took the blame on himself.

Meng Qingfei is a special case.

He is a good man.

But Ji Xiang smiled after thinking about it, as if saying that Meng Qingfei is a good person is not a compliment.

In the past 20 years, the good person card has become a curse word. The girl said it like this, and the idea that came to her mind in the hospital is still the same.

Meng Qingfei pondered, and after a long time, he typed out a paragraph word by word.

Doctor-patient communication is very mediocre, no problems can be seen, there is no sharp edge, and it does not show that he has taken control of the overall situation.

Just like what the system npc said, Meng Qingfei has subconsciously hidden his clumsiness.If you don't understand the reason for this communication, you will definitely say that Meng Qingfei's writing is not detailed enough, worse than that of an intern.

But Ji Xiang understands that Meng Qingfei is a manifestation of his perfection and perfection.

After finishing the communication, Meng Qingfei let out a long sigh.

"Xiaoji, can you see what's wrong with what I wrote?"

[The patient is seriously injured, and the damaged skin is extremely polluted. Due to economic constraints, the patient stated that he knew the cost of non-damage cosmetic thread sutures, and expressed that he could not bear it, so it was changed to...]

"Teacher, the writing is very good." Ji Xiang praised sincerely.

"What's the good thing?" Meng Qingfei looked back into Ji Xiang's eyes, with a hint of teasing at the corner of his mouth.

"Strictly keep neutral." Ji Xiang thought for a long time, and gave an evaluation that seemed inappropriate.

Meng Qingfei laughed.

The four words Ji Xiang said came to his heart.

Take it to communicate with the patient. When the patient listened to Meng Qingfei's word for word, the expression on his face changed from serious to relieved, and finally relaxed.

"Brother Meng, is there any damage to my hand..." The boss outside the mouth said half of a sentence, and Meng Qingfei raised his foot and stepped on his foot.

The boss outside the mouth had already changed his clothes, and he was wearing slippers with his bare feet, when Meng Qingfei stepped on him and let out a cry of pain.

"According to the patient's opinion, let's use ordinary sutures." Meng Qingfei made a decision first, he was afraid that some bosses would say something inappropriate, "But I have already written here, ordinary sutures may leave serious scars, maybe Affect the function of your facial organs."

"Doctor, I know." The patient picked up a pen, signed, and then dipped his own blood into a bloody handprint without looking for ink pads.

"There is another copy." Meng Qingfei handed over the second informed consent form to the patient.

Do the same thing.

"It's clearly written here, because of economic constraints. Alas, they are all poor people, you are, and so are we." Meng Qingfei sighed, "As long as I have some skills, I am in my 40s, and I can still burn oil in the middle of the night. Does the emergency department treat patients?"

Ji Xiang knew in his heart that Meng Qingfei wanted to resonate with the patients and try to reduce the hostility as much as possible.In case something happens, this sentence can at least reduce the hostility by 1%.

"Doctor, you have worked hard." The patient obviously resonated, and he said sincerely.

"It's not hard work. If you want to talk about this person, you still have to earn a lot of money. That's enough, you guys take turns to sew, and don't go to the operating room. Here is the tetanus bill, and we will pay together later." Meng Qingfei said, " Thanks everyone, I'm going to sleep."

Meng Qingfei washed his hands and wiped the back of his buttocks.

The inpatient manager of ENT gave Meng Qingfei a disdainful look, but said nothing in front of the patient.

She despised Meng Qingfei for being unhygienic, and she also despised Meng Qingfei for not caring about patients and not even using non-damaging sutures. She probably thought that Meng Qingfei was afraid of trouble.

Ji Xiang saw her expression in his eyes.

"Mr. Meng, no one else knows what you do."

After going out, Ji Xiang said.

"Why let them know?" Meng Qingfei asked rhetorically.

"..."

"It's almost enough, this kind of thing can only be carried by yourself." Meng Qingfei dragged Ji Xiang to the duty room, "Xiaoji, do you know what happened?"

"I probably know a little bit, Mr. Meng, please tell me first."

Meng Qingfei talked about a clinical case, which is more exciting than empathy, but the meaning is probably the same.

"The patient is looking for a disability identification. I feel that there is at least an 80% possibility."

"Well, Mr. Meng, you are right." Ji Xiang nodded.

Meng Qingfei really has rich clinical experience.

"I'm a person, I'm a bit persecuted and delusional, so when I see people encounter it, I think about what to do when I encounter it. I can't remember it usually. I saw his blood on his face, but he didn't cover it at all. I just guessed. arrive."

"When communicating, the patient's expression also explained the problem." Ji Xiang added.

"So, don't worry too much, try to clean yourself up. A doctor with no clinical experience will write down this kind of crap and explain to the patient how big the scar may be. If it is serious..."

"Mr. Meng, what happened last time when you encountered a similar thing?" Ji Xiang understood the previous things very deeply, and he asked the result directly.

Meng Qingfei's expression was slightly gloomy, and he sighed and said, "Two years later, that doctor was stabbed with a knife. It was reported at the time that he stabbed an irrelevant doctor, which belongs to the society of indiscriminate revenge, but I know, and 2 There is an inevitable connection between the events of years ago."

"..."

Ji Xiang was taken aback.

(End of this chapter)