"Nurse Xu, when will Director Han come back?"

Yang Ming sat boredly on the office chair that had just been moved from the storage room, looked at Xu Meimei, who was separated from him by the entire auscultatory room, and asked.

Although Xu Meimei's personality is a little hot, she is still quite public-private.

Even though she was quite disdainful of Yang Ming in her heart, she still replied with a cold face: "Director Han has an expert outpatient clinic tomorrow, and he must prepare for it, and it is not certain whether he will come to the hospital or not." ”

Hey, this chick is interesting.

Yang Ming smiled secretly in his heart, and didn't care about Xu Meimei's face, nodded and said, "Since that's the case, I'll wait for him here." ”

The so-called stealing half a day of leisure, when I was in surgery, although I lived a very fulfilling life, but there were a lot of things inside and out, and now I was transferred to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, without those bullshit things and Feng Dazhi, who was looking for things for himself everywhere, Yang Ming rarely relaxed.

He also thinks clearly now, although it is difficult to do anything in the Chinese medicine department, but after all, it is also a large department, and the salary is not much different from that of surgery, plus there are more than 80,000 yuan of 'consultation money' sent by Ma Guoliang's family, it doesn't matter if it is leisurely for a few days.

What's more, he can be so comfortable now thanks to the bigwigs of the Soul Administration, and now he just has time, and thinking about how to earn more points is the last word.

Thinking about it in his mind, Yang Ming looked left and right, and saw a pot of tea on a desk in the middle, so he immediately picked it up and looked at it.

Oh, Wuyi Mountain's big red robe!

It's all from the same department, a family, and I'm not welcome.

Yang Ming had never drunk such a precious tea leaf when he was so old, so he suddenly grabbed a handful of it and threw it into the teacup, humming a little song while drinking it.

Xu Meimei saw that he didn't regard himself as an outsider at all, and snorted coldly: "Yang Ming, right? I originally heard about your previous two surgeries, and I thought that you were a hard-working man, so you would have to be a vice president in the future." ”

"But now it seems that it is better to be famous than to meet...... As long as you are a child, willing to fall, and can be happy when you are transferred to the Chinese medicine department, you are a deputy chief at the end. ”

Yang Ming glanced at Xu Meimei along the gap in the teacup, and put the teacup down with a smile: "I said Nurse Xu, it's not me Doctor Yang who blows, don't say it's the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, as long as I want, even if I go to the cleaning department, I can take you to pretend to take you to fly!"

Xu Meimei sneered: "Just you, the mud bodhisattva who crossed the river, still want to purify all sentient beings? The security guards in the cleaning department and the guard room are more energetic than you!"

She obviously regarded Yang Ming's words as a man's unique boast, sneered at the moment, stopped talking, turned her head and went to the reception room, turned over the pathology, and no longer cared about Yang Ming.

The empty stescultation room was quiet all of a sudden, and time passed in a hurry between Xu Meimei's hard work and Yang Ming's boredom.

It's 11 o'clock in the blink of an eye.

Yang Ming glanced at the wall clock, yawned, and was about to turn on the air conditioner to make up for his sleepiness, but the next moment, he heard a voice.

"Hello Miss Nurse, is Director Han here? ”

The auscultation room sits in the north and faces south, the right side is attached to the outer wall, and the left side is separated by ground glass, marking out the reception room.

It's not easy, it's been three hours since I got to work at eight o'clock, and finally a living patient has come.

Yang Mingdan sighed painfully.

Xu Meimei's voice came from the auditory room: "Director Han, his expert clinic is tomorrow, are you misremembering the time?"

"Huh, let me see...... Oops, I guess I really remembered it. ”

...... Can this also be mistaken?

Yang Ming rolled his eyes, and had no intention of going out to have a look.

People are looking for Director Han by name, and he is a newcomer, so naturally he can't 'grab business'.

Xu Meimei quickly explained to the patient, and Yang Ming suddenly frowned after listening to it.

No, why am I so familiar with this patient......'s voice? Like ......

Qing Yulan?

The last time I did a pathological analysis for her, I didn't find any other problems except heart disease?

Wait a minute...... This stinky girl can't believe herself and sneak over to make sure I'm lying to her, right?

it!

Dude looks like a liar like that?

Yang Ming is upset, he is busy before and after, although there is a reason to earn points, but how can it be regarded as your life-saving benefactor, right?

What can I cheat on but the body...... Ahem, forget it, I don't care about you.

He got up from the office chair, took out his mobile phone, and didn't get closer, but aimed at the figure of Qing Yulan on the glass, and used the [pathological analysis] that was only left twice.

"Early stage of heart disease (progressively severe): the patient has an increase in deoxyhemoglobin in the blood, bluish-purple changes in the skin and mucous membranes, intermittent chest pain, chills, tinnitus, and the condition is caused by hereditary mutations that require prompt treatment. ”

Why did it suddenly get worse?

Yang Ming was taken aback, his task had not been completed, if Qing Yulan hadn't seen the doctor today, what happened when she went back?

Taking a step back, even if he sees Director Han, whether he can cure this disease is still two words!

Just looking at the miserable situation of this Chinese medicine department, Yang Ming couldn't mention the lack of heart to Director Han, who had not yet met.

The most important thing is that according to the punishment regulations informed by the Soul Administration, once Qing Yulan dies, she will have to reduce her life expectancy by one year!

Now that the little life is going well, who doesn't want to live a few more years?

Thinking of this, Yang Ming couldn't help it, directly opened the door of the reception room and walked in, and shouted to Qing Yulan: "Director Han is not here today, I will come to see you." ”

Xu Meimei had a preconceived idea of Yang Ming as a 'voyeur man', and when she heard the words, she only thought that he was making an excuse to talk, so she was so angry that she was half angry.

She glared back at Yang Ming and said, "Yang Ming! You'd better understand what you're talking about! I've read your resume, you studied clinical medicine in college, studied Western medicine, and have nothing to do with Chinese medicine at all!"

"Don't think that if you have a little fame in the hospital, you can your tail! Chinese medicine is broad and profound, do you think it is those Western goods that you have learned? People are looking for Director Han, what qualifications do you have to rob patients!"

Yang Ming didn't have stage fright at all, grinned, and slapped a piece of paper on the table casually.

"That's it!"

Xu Meimei looked down and was dumbfounded on the spot.

I saw that it was written: "According to the special promotion regulations of the hospital to ensure the rejuvenation of cadres and the cultivation of outstanding talents, the intern is hereby approved: Yang Ming, the top post operation." Except for the welfare benefits, all standards are arranged according to the official doctor. All patients in each department can consult on their own. ”

"Referee's signature: Feng Dazhi. ”

This note is exactly the benefit that Yang Ming got from Feng Dazhi a few days ago on the pretext of receiving Xiang Ba.

From a literal point of view, it is actually quite thankless - the work arrangement is according to the standard of a formal doctor, but the welfare treatment is an intern, and it is good to change to another doctor, and it is good not to scold your mother on the spot.

But Yang Ming didn't plan to make a living in the hospital system, all he wanted was to consult patients at will so that he could complete the task by himself.

Now it seems that Feng Dazhi agreed at that time, but he didn't think that Yang Ming would 'cause trouble' to other departments.

Xu Meimei didn't know the situation, she was a little confused, and said with disbelief on her face: "What is your relationship with Feng Dazhi?"

As the director of surgery, and also concurrently responsible for logistics, and organizing medical care, Feng Dazhi, who has a faint 'second vice president' posture, signed, this article. No matter which department you get, you have to sell a little face.

At least Xu Meimei knew that Director Han, who was in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, would never offend Feng Dazhi's villain just because Yang Ming received his patients.

In other words, I can only let this stinky hooligan talk to the patient today.

If it is blocked again, it is political immaturity, and no leader will like such a person who makes trouble for himself.

Thinking of this, Xu Meimei was even more angry.

"Feng Dazhi's fart. ”

Yang Ming said casually, seeing that Xu Meimei didn't believe it and didn't care, he turned his head to look at Qing Yulan with a smile: "Qing Yulan, do you have anything to tell me?"

Qing Yulan was like stealing something at the moment, she was so embarrassed that she couldn't do it, her little hands were in her pockets, and her eyes were floating everywhere: "That, that...... I just feel a little cold, and I don't want to trouble you, so I came to the hospital to have a look...... Are you a Chinese medicine practitioner?"

Glancing at the cold-proof clothing on her body, Yang Ming rolled his eyes, put his hand in his pocket, and directly took his medical qualification certificate, work card, and work card that Xu Meimei put next to him, and put it in front of Qing Yulan: "Look at it yourself, is it the same?"

Qing Yulan picked it up and looked at it carefully, then looked at Yang Ming, blushed a little, and nodded: "I'm sorry...... I misunderstood you before. ”

Xu Meimei was dumbfounded - this patient actually knew Yang Ming?

Yang Ming was very satisfied with Qing Yulan's attitude of admitting her mistake, and shook off the white coat on her body very forcefully, coughed, and was about to speak, but suddenly there was a WeChat prompt sound on her mobile phone.

Since he called WeChat friends with the Soul Administration, Yang Ming has set up a special reminder sound, and when the sound sounds, he knows that it was a message from there.

Speaking of which, he is now a member of the Soul Authority, and it is naturally the highest priority for his boss to send messages.

Yang Ming didn't care about anything else, picked up his phone and opened the message.

"This human condition has undergone a hereditary mutation, which cannot be cured with your current means, I suggest that you first use the remaining points to exchange for a 'Flying Flocculent Divine Needle', perform acupuncture on him, delay the time of the outbreak of the disease, and use this buffer period to find the medicinal materials needed for complete healing, and then deal with it. ”

There was a long list of medicinal uses attached to the back, Yang Ming glanced at it a few times, and suddenly his head was a little big.

Ten years of Changqing grass, wild cistanche, and a long list of names that I have never heard of.

Aren't these things adding up to hundreds of thousands?

He couldn't help but reply, "Where did I get so much money to buy medicinal herbs?"

"If you can't get together the medicinal materials, you can also open the exchange of medicines by completing more tasks and getting more points. ”

Yang Ming understood, in the final analysis, this Nima was forcing himself to do more tasks.

Forget it, let's get the matter in front of you first.

Thinking of this, he replied 'I know', then opened the exchange column and found the column of 'Flying Needle'.

"Flying Needle: Legend has it that it was created by the medical immortal Sun Simiao, who can cope with various incurable diseases and stabilize most of the diseases caused by differences in human body functions by stimulating the potential of the human body. ”

"Redemption price: 25 points (special price). ”

Yang Ming gritted his teeth and clicked on the exchange, and then he was a little anxious to cry without tears for his remaining three points.

Hey, the wind blows the eggshell, the wealth goes to people's comfort, and it will be earned again if it is gone.

He shook his head, glanced at the extra 'Flying Needle' option on WeChat, and said to Qing Yulan, who was staring at him, "Prepare for treatment." ”

Qing Yulan blinked, a little confused, and said stupidly: "How to do it?"

Yang Ming said: "Take off your clothes." ”

Before the words fell, Qing Yulan and Xu Meimei blushed together, and said angrily: "Stinky rascal!"

Yang Ming pursed his lips, turned around and went to the auscultation room to take out a box of acupuncture needles that had been collected, and said with a righteous expression: "You women, you are suspicious! Am I like a stinky rascal? I asked you to take off your clothes to give you acupuncture, you know!"