When Huang Fucheng came to the hospital in the morning, the first thing he did was to take all the directors of the hospital to make rounds in person.

Wanjiang Hospital is different from other hospitals in that the hospital covers a small area and does not have many patients.

In tertiary hospitals such as Jiangzhong Hospital, Provincial Hospital, and Medical Affiliated Hospital, most of the wards are several beds in one ward, but Wanjiang Hospital is not, and all the wards in Wanjiang Hospital are single rooms and suites.

Moreover, since the day Wanjiang Hospital was built, the wards of Wanjiang Hospital have never been full.

Wanjiang Hospital sells service, environment, and warmth.

Every morning, it is the tradition of Wanjiang Hospital that the president of Wanjiang Hospital personally leads a team to round the ward, every day, day after day, even if Huang Fucheng asks for leave one day, there is also a vice president who personally leads the team.

Huang Fucheng took a large group of doctors to the third floor, and when he walked into Mr. Qi's office, Mr. Qi was walking around the ward.

Mr. Qi has been hospitalized in Wanjiang Hospital for more than half a year, because he eats and vomits, and basically relies on infusion every day to maintain, so Mr. Qi's body is very weak, and every day when he gets out of bed and walks around, he is before the ward rounds, and after the ward checks, Mr. Qi is about to start the infusion again.

Hearing the footsteps, Mr. Qi slowly turned his head and looked at Huangfu Cheng, with a smile on his face: "Dean Huangfu is here?"

Huangfu Cheng was stunned for a moment, confirming that he was not mistaken, Mr. Qi smiled just now?

Mr. Qi has been hospitalized in Wanjiang Hospital for so long, and he is expressionless every day, when has he ever laughed, but today he actually smiled.

Although he was surprised by Mr. Qi's smile, Huang Fucheng didn't dare to ask more, and said very politely: "Mr. Qi, let's give you a check first?"

"Good. Mr. Qi slowly walked to the hospital bed and sat down, and in an instant, a doctor stepped forward to measure blood pressure, measure blood pressure, measure body temperature, measure body temperature, and check quite carefully.

Wanjiang Hospital charges high, and the service is naturally very thoughtful, and patients in Wanjiang Hospital are not just patients, but God and uncle.

In other words, even if a patient scolds Huang Fucheng, as long as Huang Fucheng wants to work in Wanjiang Hospital, you have to laugh with him, but in other hospitals, it is still rare for patients to scold doctors for no reason.

The doctors gave Mr. Qi a check-up, and Huang Fucheng also personally stepped forward to inquire about Mr. Qi's condition.

Mr. Qi lay on the hospital bed without saying a word, and the assistant next to him replied: "Mr. Qi slept well last night, woke up at four o'clock, and ate a bowl of white rice porridge at five o'clock......

"Ate a bowl of white rice porridge?" Huangfu Cheng was stunned for a moment, waiting for the assistant to say the following, but the assistant did not follow.

"Didn't vomit?" asked Huang Fucheng cautiously.

"Didn't throw up. The assistant nodded: "Mr. Qi is still a little unsatisfied after eating white rice porridge, but considering that Dr. Fang's three doses of medicine have not been finished, he didn't dare to eat more." ”

"Shhh

Many doctors and nurses in Wanjiang Hospital couldn't help but gasp.

I ate a bowl of white rice porridge, and I haven't vomited yet, what does it mean, it means that Mr. Qi's condition has begun to improve.

The main thing is...... Fang Han prescribed three doses of medicine, and Mr. Qi only took two doses, and the effect of two doses is so strong?

"It can't be a blind cat touching a dead mouse, right?" one doctor speculated.

Mr. Qi has been suffering from this disease for more than two years, and he has been treated in their Wanjiang Hospital for more than half a year, and there are still many famous doctors in Jiangzhong who have come to him for most of the year.

Of course, some really knowledgeable doctors like Huang Fucheng have a different idea.

Huang Fucheng knows the situation, and he also knows most of Mr. Qi's treatment, even if it is Guan Baocheng's prescription, Mr. Qi has been eating it for several days, but it is to no avail, he changed Fang Han's prescription and only took two doses, and the two doses got better.

What does this mean, this shows that Fang Han's prescription is extremely symptomatic and has an excellent effect.

"Congratulations to Mr. Qi. Huangfu Cheng hurriedly said hello, no wonder there was a smile on Mr. Qi's face just now, it turned out that he had dinner in the morning, and he didn't vomit, such good news is naturally worth being happy about.

"Dean Huangfu is polite. Mr. Qi's attitude was very kind: "Thanks to Dean Huangfu." ”

Asking Fang Han to treat Mr. Qi was completely Huang Fucheng's intention, so Mr. Qi was also more grateful to Huang Fucheng.

She stayed in Wanjiang Hospital for more than half a year and did not get better, and she is not to blame Wanjiang Hospital, after all, she has been ill for a long time, not only Wanjiang Hospital is not optimistic, but there are many people who are not optimistic.

Mr. Qi also knows that there are not many effective treatments for a disease like hers, and it is indeed a more troublesome disease, but the improvement surprised her.

"That's what I'm supposed to do. Huangfu Cheng smiled and said, "I'll call Doctor Fang now, ask Doctor Fang, and see if you can eat as usual, Mr. Qi, if you can, I won't give you an infusion today." ”

Mr. Qi nodded, she had already had enough infusions, and if she could eat normally, she naturally didn't want to have any more infusions.

......

Fang Han was also doing rounds with Li Qiubai and Xiao Zhao Xiaoliu at this time.

In the past two days, Fang Han has treated a lot of patients in the orthopedic department, and there are already more than a dozen patients, and Li Qiubai is a little dumbfounded with Fang Han.

Fang Han's reception volume is simply speechless, like when he was in the orthopedic department, it was already very good to be able to treat five or six patients a day, but Fang Han, he simply did not refuse, as long as your patients could be endless, Fang Han could always persevere, mad demon.

Fang Han took Li Qiubai with a polite smile, checked from bed to bed, and rounded the ward in the orthopedic department, the battle was worse than that of the emergency department, but it was not small, and the three of them followed, a bit of an attending doctor's battle.

The first bed was the patient with joint deformity, the patient's wife was accompanying on the side, and when she saw Fang Han coming, she was very polite: "Doctor Fang is here." ”

Fang Han nodded slightly, and asked with a smile, "How do you feel, is there anything uncomfortable?"

"I feel much better today and not as bloated. The patient was a little ashamed, he was actually in a relatively better condition, but he forced himself to go to the toilet, and he used too much force, resulting in deformity and severe swelling of his legs.

Fang Han sat on the side and checked the patient's pulse, then asked about the urine and urine, checked the tongue coating and the injured area, and then got up: "Well, the recovery is good, continue to use the prescription for blood circulation and blood stasis, and pay attention to balanced nutrition in the diet." ”

"Well, I made a note of it. The patient's wife nodded on the side, and glared at her husband while nodding, there is no impermeable strength in this world, and the patient's recklessness still can't be hidden from his wife.

As soon as he checked the room, Fang Han received a call from Huang Fucheng.

Huang Fucheng was very polite: "Doctor Fang, are you busy?"

"I just checked the room, is there something wrong with the dean of Huangfu?"

"That's right, Mr. Qi has taken the second dose of medicine, I ate a bowl of white rice porridge at five o'clock this morning, and there is no vomiting symptoms, the situation has improved greatly, I want to ask Dr. Fang, can Mr. Qi eat normally now?"

"You can eat some more nutritious and easy-to-digest food, mainly light, not too greasy, eat less, eat more often, the patient's stomach function has not fully recovered, and excessive diet is easy to increase the .......load on the stomach," Fang Han said.

"I see, thank you Dr. Fang. Huangfu said politely: "Then when Mr. Qi has taken the third dose of medicine, I will pick you up tomorrow morning to give Mr. Qi a follow-up?"

"I don't need to pick it up, I'll go over by myself tomorrow morning. Fang Han said.

"How can you let Doctor Fang come over by yourself, I will arrange a car to pick you up." Huang Fucheng said, didn't give Fang Han a chance to refuse, and hung up the phone directly.

.....

The next morning, Fang Han checked the room in the emergency department, got into the car sent by Wanjiang Hospital, and went to Wanjiang Hospital again.

Mr. Qi has already taken three doses of medicine, and the white rice porridge he drank all day yesterday did not have an infusion, and his whole spirit improved a lot, and he walked around the ward.

Huangfu Cheng accompanied Fang Han into the ward, and Mr. Qi greeted him as soon as possible: "Doctor Fang, President Huangfu, you have worked hard." ”

Fang Han looked at Mr. Qi's face, Mr. Qi's face was no longer as pale as when he first saw it, although he still looked sick, it was much better than the previous two days.

After a few polite words with Mr. Qi, Fang Han began to give Mr. Qi a follow-up.

"Mr. Qi, your condition has improved greatly, all that remains is to slowly recuperate, and you still need to pay more attention to the initial recovery from a serious illness. ”

"I will. Mr. Qi nodded again and again, after more than two years of suffering, she felt more deeply than anyone else, and naturally cared more about it.

Fang Han wrote another prescription for conditioning and handed it to Huang Fucheng: "Take this recipe for five days, and then give Mr. Qi a comprehensive examination, if Mr. Qi's physical indicators return to normal, you can stop taking the medicine, if you haven't fully recovered, you can take it for two more days." ”

Huang Fucheng took the prescription and nodded: "I remember, I will strictly follow your explanation, Doctor Fang." ”

"That's good. Fang Han stood up and prepared to get up and say goodbye.

Mr. Qi stood up and sent him off, and at the same time handed Fang Han a business card: "Doctor Fang, thank you for your great kindness, if you have any use for me Qi Yumei in the future, call me at any time, I will definitely do my best." ”

"Mr. Qi is polite. Fang Han showed a polite smile and took Mr. Qi's business card.

......

Huang Fucheng accompanied Fang Han out of the ward, and went down to the first floor with Fang Han, only then did he smile and said, "Doctor Fang, we always want to see you, you see?"

"Mr. Wan?"

Fang Han was stunned for a moment, and then guessed that Mr. Wan in Huang Fucheng's mouth should be the boss behind Wanjiang Hospital, and Huang Fucheng, the director, was actually only working for others.

"Mr. Wan, I'm gone, I still have something to do with Jiangzhong Court, please ask President Huangfu to tell Mr. Wan and take me to say hello to Mr. Wan. Fang Han politely refused, he had no friendship with Mr. Wan of Wanjiang Hospital, and he didn't want to have any friendship, in fact, in Fang Han's opinion, it was really a waste to make a hospital Wanjiang Hospital.

"Doctor Fang, Mr. Wan doesn't mean anything else, he just wants to meet you, a young talent. Huang Fucheng invited again, and he naturally had to go all out for the tasks assigned by the boss.

"I really have something, I came here just now and took time. Fang Han refused again.

"Alright then, I'll talk about that another day. Huang Fucheng didn't want to force it, and said with a smile: "Doctor Fang, you keep your bank card for me, and I'll let the finance transfer your consultation money to you later." ”

This Fang Han didn't refuse, he treated Mr. Qi, and the consultation fee was deserved, and this consultation fee went to the finances of Wanjiang Hospital, which was similar to the surgeon's flying knife, which was reasonable.