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The First Hospital of Donghai City.

At this time, the hospital was already full of people, many people were pale, coughing one after another, and even some blood blisters were particularly obvious.

In addition to the plague patients, there were of course many other disease patients throughout the hospital.

If anything, the hospital is most remembered for not the angels in white.

Instead, it is overwhelming, and the pungent smell of alcohol permeates the entire space, and a breath will make people feel uncomfortable.

"Ahem!"

Words, everyone in the hospital is wearing white masks, some of them are patients, some are family members of patients.

Everyone is strictly protected against possible cross-infection around them. Especially this inexplicable plague.

"Let's go!"

"Let's go!"

Nurses dressed in white walked across the crowd with busy figures.

Some of them traveled with plates, on which were placed all kinds of needles and medicine bottles.

Some directly pushed away the cold carts of the hospital and pushed the patients into the intensive care ward one by one.

At a time when coughing was rampant and everyone should be overwhelmed, a room that had been vacant for a long time finally opened for the first time after 7 years of closure.

A specialist clinic room with an open door is located at the rear.

According to the hospital, this room has been prepared for the future TCM and acupuncture giants of the First Hospital of Donghai City, and this preparation has been closed for 7 years!

Today, the room has finally settled into a young owner.

In the midst of the coughing crowd, individual patients naturally noticed this new specialist clinic!

Some of them deliberately walked out of curiosity, tilting their heads and looking at the name of the house number, an acupuncture expert.

Then, with a look of curiosity and hope, he knocked on the door of the room, poked his head out to look inside, and then shook his head in disappointment and left.

The reason: when they saw a young man sitting in the outpatient room.

After a while, the door of Ye Fan's clinic was opened by two middle-aged people around 37 years old.

"Expert? Why is there a young man sitting in the room of the Expert? Looking at his posture, he seems to be about the same age as my child! Among them, a slightly chubby middle-aged man looked at Ye Fan who was sitting on a chair and said.

"Are you blind? Isn't this hanging on to the doctor's personal information? Another thin middle-aged man pointed to the 2x1 meter long and wide doctor's profile hanging on the side of the gate.

Ye Fan, male, 17 years old. Chief Doctor! The thin middle-aged man muttered the resume written on the profile and couldn't help but take a breath of air filled with the smell of alcohol disinfectant.

17 years old, chief doctor!!

What a concept!

The middle-aged man watching at the door had a feeling that his head couldn't be turned.

Donghai City Tertiary Hospital, when was it confused!

17-year-old chief doctor, which ...... If it is placed in ancient times, it is placed in the royal palace.

It's like a 17-year-old Vice-Chancellor!

"An expert in traditional Chinese medicine, he is good at pricking blood with gold needles and pressing blood with eight fingers. Previous work history: None. The chubby middle-aged man looked at his companion with such a fuss, so he looked at the doctor's profile hanging on the wall in confusion.

As he muttered sentence by sentence, the slightly chubby middle-aged man's brows became more and more furrowed.

"Time of Practice: None"

"Awarded: None!"

"What kind of person is this, how did this hospital do it, did you pull someone from the school to fill the number?" The thin middle-aged man pointed to the 2*1 meter profile with his index finger and said.

"That's it, three no products! Who will be sent to death by fooling? What about being guinea pigs? The little clinic on the street has a bunch of nice profiles about bad doctors! At least, the years of medical practice will definitely not be blank! The slightly chubby middle-aged man nodded and said in agreement.

The two of them pointed and discussed, so that the patients who were sitting in their chairs waiting for the electronic speaker to call the number looked at the rows of blank posters on the wall.

Similarly, on the doctor's announcement profile, a very young teenager's avatar is in stark contrast to the 50 and 60-year-old deputy chief doctors, chief doctors, etc. on other announcement posters.

Gray hair and a handsome boy!

"Look at the old Chinese medicine gentleman next door, his work history is a mess. He once served as the vice president of Sanyuan Hospital and won the honorary badge of traditional Chinese medicine...... "The thin middle-aged man looked at the outpatient poster next to him and muttered the glorious resume described on it.

The voice of the comment outside could naturally easily enter Ye Fan's clinic room through a door.

It came into Ye Fan's ears.

And Ye Fan didn't care about the discussion outside, and he didn't feel anything embarrassing.

The profile poster hanging on the wall outside is simple and simple, and there is no product.

That's because Ye Fan deliberately told Dean Xu Jianguo to keep everything simple.

According to Ye Fan's words.

Ye Fan's fortune-telling depends on fate.

Healing is naturally also based on fate!

Those who have a chance will naturally enter the room and let Ye Fan diagnose and treat.

Those who don't have the opportunity will not be able to enter the door.

At this time.

It belongs to Ye Fan's outpatient room.

A woman's voice rang out.

"Leaf ...... Chief Doctor Ye Fan, are you hanging on your resume, are you ......" The person who spoke was wearing a doctor's overalls in a big white coat, and the overalls directly covered her knees.

The woman was 30 years old, but she looked like a 20-year-old girl.

I saw: she tied her shoulder-hanging hair with a rubber band, wore a white mask, and showed a pair of energetic, resolute, serious, and meticulous eyes.

Her big white coat has a work sign pinned to her chest, which is the size and shape of a school badge.

The sign reads a string of tiny letters: Xu Tingjiao, attending doctor.

"What's wrong?" Ye Fan leaned back against the seat, and the soft cushions made Ye Fan move his shoulders very comfortably, and then looked at the female doctor with a frowning face, Xu Wanjiao.

Xu Wanjiao, a workaholic in the First Hospital of Donghai City.

Doing things seriously and complexly, there is one to say one, and there is two to say.

I never like to be polite and shabby.

It has quite an upright image of Mulan.

"Chief Doctor Ye Fan, please pay attention to your image as a doctor, your lazy performance does not meet the performance and title of an expert director!" Xu Wanjiao stared at Ye Fan's 'Ge You lying' posture with a pair of unsmiling eyes, and said with a righteous and righteous expression.

"At the same time, your resume on the door is too casual!!" Xu Wanjiao continued.

Ye Fan listened to the voice of continuous discussion at the door, as well as the names of a person broadcast by the electronic voice speaker.

He crossed his hands in a comfortable posture in front of his chest, crossed his feet, shook the chair of the leather sofa, and replied casually.

"Is it casual? I feel very comfortable, it's good! ”

"You!" Xu Wanjiao's two willow eyebrows were erected together, and Xu Wanjiao, who was strict with herself, was so angry that her slim white coat clothes rose one after another with her angry chest.

Ye Fan looked at the woman in front of him who was really glaring at him.

This capable, royal sister Fan is full of Xu Tingjiao, if it weren't for Ye Fan's easy pinching of his fingers to calculate, Ye Fan couldn't believe that Xu Tingjiao, who looked like a 20-year-old girl in front of him, was actually 30 years old!

"You are a 30-year-old woman, with a serious face that is energetic, resolute and meticulous every day, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to get married?" Ye Fan said.

Of course, Ye Fan was joking.

Xu Wanjiao, as the flower of the first hospital in Donghai City, chased her male doctor and Meng Langfu's second-generation son, which is called countless!

"Whew!" Xu Wanjiao was cursed so much by the man she hated the most lazy type, she was so angry that her apricot eyes were round and her cheeks were red, and she only cared about breathing.

If it weren't for Teacher Xu (Dean Xu Jianguo) telling her to cooperate with Ye Fan's work and assist Ye Fan in his medical skills, treat diseases and save people, she would have returned to her studio to help patients with rashes.

If it weren't for Teacher Xu's entrustment, she would have gotten along with Ye Fan well, otherwise she would have been angry like a volcanic explosion!

Where will you stay in this room with a good voice.

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Author Xiaoshu, thank you for your support and genuine reading.

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