Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 161 What is good at?

If it weren't for the fact that Tang Yuntao is the dean of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and at the same time also works as an outpatient specialist in the affiliated hospital, and has a great reputation in Jiangnan Province, Liu Hongbo would have wanted to yell at him.

Looking around, no matter which department the doctors in the Department of Internal Medicine are, they are all experienced Chinese medicine practitioners in their 60s and [-]s?
Those professors who came from the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine in the past, at any rate, they were also professors. They were five or sixty years old, experienced old Chinese medicine practitioners with two brushes under their hands.

Such an old Chinese doctor came to the Department of Internal Medicine to lead an intern, which is equivalent to working for the Department of Internal Medicine for free. Liu Hongbo was too late to welcome him, but today such a young "professor" came here. What does this mean?Do you want to ruin the reputation of internal medicine?

"Director Liu, what you said is wrong."

Tang Yuntao frowned when he heard Liu Hongbo's words, and said, "Professor Zhao is the best professor in our medical school, what could happen to him?"

"The best medical skills?"

Liu Hongbo sneered: "Dean Tang, what kind of international joke are you playing with me? You and I are both in the Chinese medicine profession. How can I not see how much Zhao Yifan has?"

"I tell you……"

Tang Yuntao stopped in the middle of his speech. He was about to say that Zhao Yifan's medical skills are beyond your imagination, Liu Hongbo, but Zhao Yifan doesn't like high-profile, so he swallowed the rest of the words abruptly, and said displeasedly: "Director Liu, it's alright. If Professor Zhao leads students to intern in the Department of Internal Medicine and there is a misdiagnosis, you can come to me and I will take full responsibility for it, okay?"

Liu Hongbo coughed a few times, and said hypocritically: "Dean Tang, you also understand my difficulties. Now that the relationship between doctors and patients is so tense, if something happens, it will be very difficult for me, right?"

"Director Liu, if there is nothing else, I will hang up."

Tang Yuntao was so angry that he didn't bother to talk to him, so he hung up the phone.

The next day, Zhao Yifan led Zhu Zhigang to the Department of Internal Medicine of the Affiliated Hospital. The round-faced little nurse at the guidance desk was very impressed with him, and immediately said to him: "Dr. Go to his office, there are still some things to explain to you."

"Ok."

Zhao Yifan smiled, asked Zhu Zhigang to wait for him outside, knocked on the door of Liu Hongbo's office, and heard a voice asking to come in, so Zhao Yifan opened the door and went in.

"...Your disease, you must be doomed to a light diet, and try to eat as little meat and oily food as possible..."

Seeing that it was Zhao Yifan who came in, Liu Hongbo glanced at him, but didn't say anything, and continued to explain the condition to the patient.

Zhao Yifan didn't care either. Seeing that there was a chair next to him, he sat down and asked Liu Hongbo when he was done.

Unexpectedly, when Liu Hongbo explained his condition, Rory talked for ten minutes, and Zhao Yifan had to wait patiently.

"...Mmm, I got to know Director Liu, thank you very much."

The patient nodded, thanked Liu Hongbo, turned around and walked out.

"Director Liu, did you ask me to come over?"

After Zhao Yifan waited for the patient to go out, he asked politely.

"Well, there are some things." Liu Hongbo glanced at him, and said slowly in a long tone. Ignoring Zhao Yifan, he asked about the patient's condition instead.

Zhao Yifan frowned suddenly, what does it mean to hang himself here?
After waiting for about ten minutes, the patient left.

Zhao Yifan stood up and directly locked the door of the outpatient room from the inside. Now, the patient couldn't come in.

"Oh, Professor Zhao, look at me, hehe, I'm really sorry."

Liu Hongbo looked as if he had just seen Zhao Yifan, patted his forehead and said, "I was so busy seeing patients just now that I almost forgot that you were still here."

Zhao Yifan glanced at him, and said softly: "Director Liu, you asked me to come to you. If there is anything wrong, please tell me."

"Oh."

Liu Hongbo frowned slightly, leaned his body on the chair, and said slowly: "Actually, there is nothing wrong, I just want to tell you that if you are not sure, it is best not to diagnose and prescribe patients indiscriminately, otherwise if there is a medical accident , Professor Zhao, you have to bear it yourself."

It's just nonsense!
Zhao Yifan held back the unhappiness in his heart, "I see."

"Well, that's good, you go."

Liu Hongbo waved his hand grandly.

Zhao Yifan turned around and left without saying a word. This action made Liu Hongbo very upset. He is so young and has no manners at all!

"Zhao."

Zhu Zhigang, who was waiting outside, saw Zhao Yifan coming out, and quickly greeted him, and said, "Just now the nurse at the guidance desk asked me what kind of diseases you are good at treating, so that it will be convenient for patients to choose the consulting room when they come. treat."

Zhao Yifan didn't even think about it, and said directly: "As long as the patient is not dying, the patient who is dying is fine. Doctors pay attention to saving lives and healing the wounded, and they don't go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and they have to pick and choose? Could it be that when the patient comes, you treat the patient poorly?" Said, the disease you have is not easy to cure, it is a bit tricky, can you change it to a disease that I can cure?"

"Yes, I know Mr. Zhao."

Zhu Zhigang saw that his face was not very good-looking, so he didn't dare to ask more questions, and turned back to the consultation desk.

"Have you asked Professor Zhao?"

The round-faced little nurse asked casually, "What did he say?"

"My teacher said that any patient is fine."

Zhu Zhigang gave a dry cough.

"What do you mean?"

The round-faced little nurse was puzzled.

Zhu Zhigang had an idea, and said: "My teacher means that he is good at treating various difficult and miscellaneous diseases."

"what?"

The round-faced little nurse was stunned, and opened her mouth involuntarily: "All kinds of intractable diseases?"

Zhu Zhigang nodded.

When she came back to her senses, the round-faced little nurse said dumbfoundedly: "Are you sure? You're not kidding? This intractable disease covers too much."

"I'm sure."

Zhu Zhigang nodded without hesitation.

"Okay then, I'll make a note of it."

The round-faced little nurse shook her head, a little disapproving in her heart. Even Director Liu of the Department of Internal Medicine has been practicing medicine for decades, and he has cured 8000 patients if not [-], but he has never seen Director Liu dare to boast. Such a seaport!

"...Specializing in the treatment of various difficult and miscellaneous diseases?"

At noon, before Liu Hongbo got off work, he deliberately strolled around the door of the tenth clinic where Zhao Yifan was treated, and saw the introduction words "Professor Zhao Yifan, chief physician, good at treating various difficult and miscellaneous diseases" posted on the sign at the door, and immediately frowned. It wrinkled up.

Zhao Yifan's title in the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine is a professor. When he came to the affiliated hospital, the corresponding title can indeed be called the chief physician. miscellaneous disease!

"This Zhao Yifan, it seems that he is really stupid in teaching!"

Liu Hongbo sneered with disdain and thought to himself: "If you dare to praise Haikou like this, I'm afraid he doesn't even know what intractable diseases are!"

In fact, difficult and miscellaneous diseases are a general concept, but in medicine, the explanation for difficult and miscellaneous diseases is clearly that the etiology, pathology and treatment plan of the disease cannot be differentiated.

In layman's terms, many diseases that cannot be cured can actually be classified as intractable diseases.

So apart from some swindlers, few real doctors dare to say that they are good at treating various difficult and miscellaneous diseases, because the requirements for doctors are too high!
With the continuous development of medicine, what is manifested in daily life is that hospitals are divided into general hospitals, specialized hospitals, gynecology, andrology, pediatrics, etc., and there are dozens of departments in each hospital. There are also seven or eight of them.

The reason why the division is so detailed is because manpower is sometimes poor. If a doctor wants to be comprehensive, know everything, and understand everything, I am afraid that he will not be able to do it in his entire life.

"Nurse Yang."

Before going to work in the afternoon, Liu Hongbo deliberately told the round-faced little nurse at the guidance desk: "Patients who come to see the doctor during this period, don't give them the number of the tenth clinic."

"Why, Director Liu?"

Nurse Yang asked subconsciously.

Liu Hongbo scowled, "You can do whatever you are asked to do, why are there so many?"

Nurse Yang was taken aback, and said cautiously, "I know Director Liu."

Liu Hongbo snorted, turned around and walked into the consulting room, thinking to himself, anyway, Zhao Yifan only stays here for a month, let him spend a month here, and just leave obediently.

Although Tang Yuntao said before, if something goes wrong with Zhao Yifan, he will be responsible.But Liu Hongbo was still worried. After all, Tang Yuntao was only the dean of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, not the dean of the affiliated hospital. If Zhao Yifan caused some medical accident, even if he had Tang Yuntao's face, he, the director of the Department of Internal Medicine, would be able to push him away. Is it clean?

In the past few days, arriving at the hospital on time every day and leaving on time after get off work made Zhao Yifan regain the feeling he had when he opened the Shengshengtang Clinic.

But the strange thing is that no matter how busy the other consultation rooms of the Department of Internal Medicine are, there is not a single registered patient in the ten consultation rooms where I sit.

"Ms. Zhao, I think, do people from the Department of Internal Medicine have opinions on us?"

Zhu Zhigang couldn't sit still anymore. He was here for an internship, not for get off work. Besides, he sat here every day until he got off work, and the affiliated hospital didn't pay him a salary.

In fact, even if Zhu Zhigang didn't mention it, Zhao Yifan would have thought of it a long time ago. Liu Hongbo was the only person who came to the internal medicine department to deal with him, and Zhao Yifan thought he didn't offend him. I really don't know what he thinks of him!
At this moment, an extremely angry voice suddenly sounded outside.

"...What bullshit Chinese medicine school? I'm still the chief physician, and I can't even cure a disease. I have spent thousands of dollars here. The old lady who took traditional Chinese medicine feels like vomiting when she smells the medicine, but she still doesn't. With a little effect, aren’t the doctors in your hospital of traditional Chinese medicine all converted by liars?”

(End of this chapter)