The Wizard of Medicine

Chapter 76 Yan Zixiu Specialist (Part [-] of the second update)

Early in the morning on the 9th, Lao Ma sent a car to take Yan Zixiu to the city.

On the way, Yan Zixiu looked at the progress of the road repair, and estimated that it would all be repaired in a week.

After breakfast at the administrative office, Lao Ma personally accompanied Yan Zixiu to the district traditional Chinese medicine hospital.

They didn't drive because it was so close.

The Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine is located at the intersection of Beihai Road and Pingan Road, very close to the railway station and bus station, with convenient transportation.There are several tall willow trees outside the gate of the hospital, and there is a sign in black and white on the gate: Yingtian District Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.

The yard is three acres in size, with a few trees growing sparsely. Patients, family members and staff come and go.

The most conspicuous thing facing you is the outpatient building, which has three floors.

Yan Zixiu said with emotion that he was a frequent visitor to see a doctor not long ago, but he did not expect to become a doctor who sees a doctor now.

As Commissioner Wu's secretary, Lao Ma certainly has some face.So before they entered the outpatient building, a man in his 50s, slightly fat and kind-looking came out in a hurry.

"Hello, Director Ma, this is the doctor Yan Zixiu you mentioned, right?" The man stretched out his hand to greet him.

The old horse shook hands with the man: "Hello, Dean Wu. Yes, this is Dr. Yan. Xiao Yan, this is the Wu Jitong I told you about, Dean Wu."

"Dean Wu, hello." Yan Zixiu and Wu Ji shook hands with the dean.

"Oh, Xiao Yan, welcome. Director Ma told me about your legendary experience. It is good news for the majority of patients that you can be treated in our Yingtian Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine." Dean Wu was very enthusiastic, "Come on, we Go to the office first and sit down."

Dean Wu's office is not far from the left turn of the stairs on the second floor.His desk is close to the window, overlooking the whole situation in front of the outpatient building.The layout of the office is quite satisfactory: office desks and chairs, sofa coffee table, filing cabinets; there is a calligraphy on the wall: Bocaijijizhong.It means to learn from others' strengths and help the people.The font is flamboyant, but it can be written well.

Dean Wu poured tea for Lao Ma and Yan Zixiu: "Director Ma, I have vacated an outpatient room. I would like to hear what you two think about which department it is."

The old horse looked at Yan Zixiu.

Yan Zixiu said, "Dean Wu, can it be called the Department of Intractable Diseases?" Of course he had his own confidence in saying this.

Dean Wu was slightly surprised.

Even though he heard the old horse talk about Yan Zixiu's miracles, he still felt that the Department of Intractable Diseases was a little loud.Ordinary people who dare to claim that it can cure difficult and miscellaneous diseases.In case some diseases are not good, the signboard will be smashed.

"This?" He looked at the old horse.

The old horse smiled: "I believe in Xiao Yan. I think we can put up a sign and call it Yan Zixiu Specialist. Please specify the time of duty, so that patients and their families can know clearly." Yan Zixiu Specialist, this name can be High or low.

"Director Ma's idea is fine." Dean Wu admired Lao Ma very much. He was indeed experienced and thoughtful.

It suits him.If Yan Zixiu sees it well, then naturally the hospital will follow suit, and the tide will rise.If you don't see it well, then it will be treated as if you didn't investigate well for a while, and you hired a quack doctor by mistake, and you will be dismissed when the time comes.

Yan Zixiu didn't think too much about it, as long as he could help the patient.

"Director Ma, what do you think of Xiao Yan's treatment?" Dean Wu asked cautiously.

The difficulty of this traditional Chinese medicine hospital is that it does not make much money, but there are no less places to spend money than Western hospitals.

"According to the minimum standard." Yan Zixiu took the initiative to express his opinion.He doesn't care about the treatment, but if he doesn't want it at all, he won't feel at ease.You are doing free consultation alone, what about other doctors?
"Well, then gradually increase according to the situation." Dean Wu vaguely heard that Yan Zixiu is rich.

Even if the name and treatment are negotiated.

Dean Wu arranged for the logistics department to write the signboard of the clinic, and then personally led Lao Ma and Yan Zixiu through the crowd to a remote clinic on the third floor.

Of course, remoteness is relative, and there are many people in the consulting room next to it.

This arrangement is reasonable.Because Yan Zixiu only sits in the clinic for one morning every week, he can't give him the most convenient consultation room.

The consulting room is set up according to internal medicine, and there is no isolation examination room.Other aspects are pretty standard:

A table, two chairs, a stool, and a bench.One chair is for the doctor and one for the patient, and the stool is for the patient's family members or doctor's assistants.Benches are where patients sit in line.

A half-person-high locker with a thermos bottle, a fast-heating appliance for boiling water, and two enamel tea mugs.

A coat rack hung two white coats.A washbasin stand with a washbasin, towels and soap for the doctor to clean his hands.A broom, a bucket, and a trash can.

There is a stethoscope, a sphygmomanometer, and a flashlight on the table, which are also used in Chinese medicine now.There is also a pad for pulse diagnosis.A small shelf for registration slips, a prescription pad, an inkwell and a dip pen.There is a drawer on the table that is opened, and there is a bottle of medical alcohol, a pack of medical cotton, a box of medical swabs, and a pair of medical tweezers.

"Xiao Yan, what do you need?" Dean Wu asked, and also glanced at Lao Ma.

"Principal Wu took the trouble, that's all." Yan Zixiu thanked.For him, these are of course enough.

"Dean Wu is very thoughtful in preparation. By the way, what are you eating here...?" Ma was very careful.Although Yan Zixiu only sits in the clinic for one morning, he can't go to the administrative office when eating.

"Ah, I've made arrangements for this. After a while, logistics will bring new bowls, chopsticks and lunch boxes. These things can be put in the locker. I have prepared three days for Xiaoyan's meal tickets for the cafeteria. Here." Dean Wu handed Yan Zixiu a stack of steamed bun tickets and food tickets hung by rubber bands.

This is the characteristic of the staff canteen.I usually go to the accountant and use the money to buy steamed bun tickets and vegetable tickets.When eating, give the canteen master the amount of steamed vegetable soup you want, and then hand in steamed bun tickets and vegetable tickets.

Yan Zixiu has basically followed this model from junior high school to the present, from school to work unit.

"Dean Wu is really thoughtful." Yan Zixiu took it over, speaking from the bottom of his heart.

Suddenly someone at the door asked: "Do you see a doctor here?"

The three looked back and saw a young man standing at the door supporting a woman.The two looked like they were from the countryside.

"See a doctor. Please come in." Yan Zixiu took the initiative to greet, and went to the coat rack to take off the white coat and put it on.A doctor's white coat is a symbol in the hearts of patients and their families.

The woman looked very weak and needed the young man to help her walk in and sit down.

Lao Ma was planning to go back to the administrative office. After seeing the situation, he stayed to observe for a while.Dean Wu wanted to verify Yan Zixiu's ability, so naturally he would not miss such an opportunity.

The woman looked thin and sickly, unwilling to speak.

The young man narrated the medical history on her behalf: "Doctor, this is my lover. She suddenly felt dizzy and dizzy a week ago. She felt nauseous and vomited, and couldn't eat. She couldn't even stand up. She could only lie down. Give her She was given injections and medicines, but it didn’t work. I took her to the Chinese Medicine Hospital to have a look. But today, there are too many people to line up everywhere. Seeing that the door is open and no one is queuing, I came to ask.”

The young man's face was full of worry and helplessness, obviously under a lot of pressure.

(End of this chapter)