Merchant and doctor

Chapter 17 The delicate relationship between doctors and patients
Sometimes, the doctor-patient relationship is also quite subtle.

When patients get sick, especially those chronic diseases, lingering chronic diseases, and fatal serious diseases, they can't wait to turn to the best doctors in the world for help at the first time, so as to get the most accurate diagnosis and the most effective treatment at the fastest speed. Heal completely in the shortest possible time.

It's human nature, normal!

However, when patients choose doctors, doctors are also choosing patients virtually. It goes both ways. However, in view of the constraints of professional ethics, most doctors cannot refuse treatment at will.

For Bian Mu, this Mr. Zhang in front of him is definitely not an ideal patient. Once he gets involved, troubles will definitely be inevitable in the future.

Hearing that the other party had the intention to sign an agreement in advance, Bian Mu knew that the patient in front of him would not be able to "please" easily.

"Since your condition is more complicated, and I received it halfway, in order to avoid embarrassing each other in the future, I agree to sign a memorandum of agreement." The relationship between doctors and patients is delicate. Be polite to them.

Hearing this remark, the patient Mr. Zhang and the two friends behind him were stunned for a moment. It was obvious that they were actually being polite, and they were not prepared to sign the relevant agreement at all in their hearts.

"Then... According to Dr. Bian, what is the best way to write this kind of agreement?" The female friend behind Mr. Zhang asked first.

"Just write down the facts about Mr. Zhang's car accident and all the key points of treatment after the car accident. Of course, a copy of the medical records must be attached. The two directors, Tan and Wang, and all the attending doctors related to each other must sign on the attachment. Fill in the date and press your fingerprint." Bian Mu showed his attitude unceremoniously.

In recent years, there have been fierce conflicts between doctors and patients. Bian Mu is alone and his family is poor. How dare he take on such a hot potato casually!

What's more, Bian Mu has made up his mind to resign, and before he leaves, if he makes a medical dispute for himself, he will be full!
When they heard that Dr. Bian proposed such harsh conditions, the three of them were a little dumbfounded.

After a while, the man standing behind Mr. Zhang said, "I'm afraid that Doctor Bian's request is very difficult. You must not get this agreement today, so our account will be lost for nothing? "

"That's not going to happen. I will try my best to solve Mr. Zhang's problems. Before the agreement is signed, I will give Mr. Zhang a first-time consultation, so I won't give a doctor's order. Anyway, Mr. Zhang suffered a sudden disaster and his condition is so complicated. It is impossible for the patient to experience a miracle of dramatic improvement, and when the agreement is signed, I will make a formal doctor's order." Bian Mu solemnly clarified his attitude towards visiting the doctor.

Mr. Zhang turned his head and looked at the two friends behind him. The three of them exchanged eyes for a moment. Mr. Zhang said with a smile, "Okay! Then please ask Dr. Bian to do a simple initial diagnosis first!"

"That's good! Let's take the pulse first!" As he spoke, Bian Mu put his hand on Mr. Zhang's left wrist.

"Oh! The typical floating pulse, the pulse condition is loose and rootless, and the rhythm is irregular... The pulse force is scattered and uneven, and the vitality is seriously injured! Listening to him, the energy is not bad, but the pulse condition is scattered like a poplar flower. If the fingers are a little loose, it will be difficult to grasp... It will take some trouble to treat this guy!" He thought to himself for a long time, Bian Mu really didn't want to treat this patient.

Ten minutes later, Mr. Zhang and his two friends felt much more at ease. In their opinion, the doctor Bian in front of him had a steady demeanor and a professional hand. He was not an ordinary doctor at first glance.

"Mr. Zhang! It's a slow job to treat your illness. There is nothing wrong with the two directors, Tan and Wang. You are indeed a little eager for success. Judging from the pulse, you are already in a situation where your vitality is seriously injured. so……"

"Is it difficult to treat? How long will it take? My wife has been a full-time wife at home for two or three years. My youngest son can't live without others. I'm the only one earning money at home. I'm going to die all day long. How are we going to live?" Mr. Zhang seemed a little impatient, and his tone of voice was a little rushed.

Bian Mu didn't mind, and responded with a smile: "Chinese medicine emphasizes overall conditioning, consolidating the root and clearing the source, and strive to restore your dissipated vitality to about [-]% of the original in the shortest time. At that time, you can only fight for one at most. It’s just an opportunity to work from home, may I ask, which line do you work in?”

"I don't dare to be tall, I'm just a farmer."

"IT people! Then you should be considered a high-income class!"

"Tall fart! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I made a slip of the tongue. I didn't mean it for you. I worked so hard and could only earn 20 yuan a year at most. The mortgage, car bag, education loan... I'm almost in CD market. It's time for the loan king, Doctor Bian! If this continues, our whole family will starve to death!" As he spoke, Mr. Zhang seemed a little impatient.

"Severe words! Have you been discharged from the hospital and recuperating at home?" Seeing that Mr. Zhang was not wearing the special uniform of the inpatient department, Bian Mu guessed casually.

"I have been recuperating at home for more than a month. If I continue to stay like this, even if I am not crazy, I will suffer from severe depression or something, shit!" At the end of the speech, Mr. Zhang suddenly burst into a foul language.

Pretending not to hear, Bian Mu asked with a smile: "Then how long do you spend on average going to the toilet every time?"

"What?! How long does it take to squat on the toilet? Is that what you mean?"

"Yes! How long will it take?"

"Then I have to think... about 20 minutes?"

"Oh! Do you have the habit of flipping through your phone when you go to the toilet?"

"That's right! Some tasks can be done on the phone, what's wrong? Is this a bad habit?"

"It's not something you're used to. It's also a manifestation of a disease. It looks like your kidney qi has been leaking for some years. It has nothing to do with car accidents or surgery. I'm not trying to scare you. According to the current development trend , if you can't adjust in time, once you get to the point of 'Yu Xiang' pulse condition, your troubles may not be as simple as whether you can go to work as soon as possible."

"What? I don't understand what you're talking about, is it serious?" Mr. Zhang was a little at a loss.

Smiling slightly, Bian Mu wrote "Yuxiang" on the prescription paper and handed it to Mr. Zhang.

"You can check everything on your phone, you three might as well look it up online." As he spoke, Bian Mu got up and walked to the door to call Nurse Xiao Liu to invite patient No. 3 and his family members into the room.

Patient No. 3 is a 13-year-old boy. He is accompanied by four elderly people, namely grandpa, grandma, grandma, and grandpa. Bian Mu is also young. This is the first time he has seen such a family lineup.

After questioning, the little patient in front of me was a little tired of studying, and many experts and professors diagnosed him as mild autism.

Bian Mu asked the little boy a few questions patiently and kindly. The little boy was very articulate, and he answered everything he asked, and he didn't see anything unusual at all.

For a while, Bian Mu was a little uncertain.

(End of this chapter)