Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Surgeon Is Quarrelling

Mu Chun also followed her gaze to look around the outpatient room, "Yes, this is a special place for patients and their families to complain, you see if you are not in good spirits, we have prepared coffee, both hot and cold; If your problem is not solved, we provide a simple meal, the doctor will accompany you to eat, curry rice or rice balls, if you are tired you can exercise on the treadmill for a while; There is also this floor that can also be used for yoga exercises. ”

Pan Jing listened to Mu Chun's introduction, and he didn't know if what he said was true or false, anyway, there are so many household appliances and sports facilities, let alone public hospitals, even private hospitals don't have such good conditions.

"But the corridor on the fifth floor is too scary, and the elevators are not up to the fifth floor, which is really troublesome."

"That's not easy to understand, increase the difficulty of complaints, reduce complaints, some patients have inconvenient legs and feet, originally wanted to come to me to sit, and then it was daunting, in fact, the elevator to the fourth floor and then to the fifth floor, many patients feel that it is troublesome."

"I think your surgical business is too good, there are too many patients, and then just treat people, my husband's foot was just fractured half a year ago, and then he recovered, and he was injured again two months ago, and the old injury recurred three days ago."

"That was half a year ago and there was no cure?"

"How do I know, I'm not a doctor. The orthopedics and trauma departments of Huayuanqiao Community Hospital are said to be better than those of the secondary hospital, and Dr. Shen Zifeng is also a well-known doctor, so we still asked a friend, someone specially recommended to come here to see a doctor, how did you know that it would be like this, and it would relapse again and again. ”

"yes, it's too much, and there is no way to cure a small fracture."

"Yes, it's not very serious, no need for surgical treatment, just do some fixation, the second time because of epidermal damage, I came to change the medicine for a week, and now it's better, the wound is wrong a few days ago, the bruise is a big piece, I thought my husband scared me, and it was already black after a closer look."

"Huh? So where is the sick person now? ”

"At home, after seeing the doctor in the morning, the more I thought about it in the afternoon, the more wrong it became, so I came to the hospital to ask clearly, I think this is a medical accident, repeated in the same place, three times in half a year, the first time should be my husband accidentally slipped when cleaning the fish tank at home, and he fell and injured himself, how to explain it twice after that?"

"Shall I investigate this matter?"

"You?"

Pan Jing looked at Mu Chun with disdain, a little doctor on the fifth floor, although he was the director, but what could he do, she wanted more than justice. Pan Jing believes that all lost work expenses and medical expenses should be compensated by the hospital.

The Dr. Mu in front of him looks like a poor and sour person, no matter how he looks at it, he doesn't look like a person who can talk in the hospital, and surgery is the most powerful department.

"Don't you believe I have the ability to help you get to the bottom of this?"

"It's not that I don't believe it."

Pan Jing said politely. In the face of Mu Chun's kind offer of help, Pan Jing was really embarrassed to get angry.

Compared with the doctors in surgery who have eyes on their heads, this Dr. Mu is really polite.

"If you can go back and do something, maybe it will be more helpful to investigate this matter."

Pan Jing was suspicious, "What's the matter?" ”

"Go and take a few pictures of your husband's injuries, and if there are pictures of his injuries before, it would be even better, send them to me...... mailbox. ”

"Mailbox?"

"Well, there are too many spam emails in the hospital's complaint mailbox, so why don't you send me my private email."

"Private mailbox?"

Pan Jing hesitated and didn't know whether to agree.

She thought that when she came to the fifth floor with this nurse, she would inevitably have to repeat the matter from beginning to end, and the doctor here would not understand it at all.

Who knew that she didn't have a chance to say more, but the doctor, who looked so hard to remember, seemed to understand.

"It's better to have photos, any angle is fine, and video material is fine. By the way, don't mind asking a more private question. ”

Mu Chun blinked, Pan Jing was disgusted, what, a big man sells cuteness, wearing a white coat to sell cuteness, it's really unspeakably weird.

"Do you have any surveillance equipment, cameras or anything like that? You secretly observe your husband......"

"What is the doctor talking about?"

Pan Jing's face turned red.

Any woman would be ashamed to be asked such a question. Not to mention women, even a middle-aged man like Hu Peng is ashamed when asked about this kind of thing.

Human beings are really funny, and they can't help but feel ashamed when they put something in front of them or listen to others talk about something they have never done or even thought about it.

This feeling of blushing and heartbeat is really hard to control.

Unless, like an ignorant child, you don't understand what these things are.

"You mean the home security butlers? Can you turn on the camera when no one is at home, and then check the situation at home anytime and anywhere on your phone? ”

"yes, that's what it is, if anything......"

When Mu Chun said in general, Pan Jing immediately interrupted him, "There is no such thing at all, and even if there is, it will not be opened when there are people at home." ”

"Ah, yes, who's going to take a camera to film themselves, that's weird."

Liu Tiantian shouted Mu Chun twice in the group to invite dinner, and @Muchun twice, saying that it was the worst to buy some sushi and put it in the refrigerator, and she would come to eat it when she went to work.

So the next morning, when Chu Sisi came to work at the hospital, he carried a red box in his hand, which contained fresh sushi that had just been made in the morning.

"Wow, it's salmon, and it's octopus. Oh my God, where did you get it? ”

"I make it at home, fortunately, the chef has studied Japanese cuisine in Japan for a few years, but unfortunately this rice is not the best, you will eat it, and you will not have time to buy the best sushi rice for a while."

"Chu Sisi's family is really too rich." Liu Tiantian looked at the breathtaking sushi box, and his face was fascinated.

"It doesn't take too much money to hire a chef, isn't it true that Liu Tiantian's family has good conditions?"

"I think it's different, our family is only the working class, the kind above the well-off, your family is rich, that is the assets."

"Well, I say, I can trick this woman to the fifth floor."

Mu Chun walked in wearing slippers, saw the two women chatting happily, and turned to leave.

"Doctor Mu." Liu Tiantian hurriedly stopped him.

"Tell me, the patient."

"Which one?"

"Pan Jing."