It's almost half past ten.

Under the steps outside the gate of the inpatient department, President Zhao, Zhu Kaiping, Director Sun and other hospital leaders stood under the scorching sun, looking forward to it.

Under the wide canopy of the gate, Wen Shuo leaned on the thick cool doorpost, sitting on the railing, and in the lawn below the left side of the railing, there was a garbage can, he held a cigarette, and looked at those who were "basking in the sun" with a leisurely expression.

He felt that these people in the hospital were very boring, and Song Lao was not a powerful feudal official, so it made sense to put on such a respectful posture of greeting?

A stop in the shade under the canopy, and the car will come down to greet you, isn't it the same?

Wen Shuo is very smart and realistic, but he doesn't know the many ways in it - although everyone knows that such a respectful gesture may not make characters like Song Lao happy, and even cause disgust, but as the so-called reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, such a gesture is put out, some details of the hospital have not been considered, and Academician Song Lao is always not good to blame, the person in charge of the hospital, especially doctors like Zhu Kaiping and Director Sun, ask Song Lao to give him some professional advice, or simply follow the side with a cheeky face. If you listen to and learn, Song Lao is not easy to drive people away.

A black Audi A6 slowly approached.

Dean Zhao and the others immediately walked quickly under the steps to the canopy, and raised their hands to signal the car to drive under the canopy.

Wen Shuo then pressed the cigarette butt out of the cigarette on the trash can, got up and patted the dust on his buttocks.

The Audi sedan drove down the slope under the canopy.

The attendant sitting in the passenger seat quickly got out of the car, opened the rear door, held the roof with one hand, and covered the top with the other.

Academician Song, who was wearing a white shirt and had gray hair, got out of the car with a smile on his face.

Wen Shuo grinned and stepped forward, but in an instant, he was blocked by the people who stepped forward quickly, and he took two steps back, and suddenly looked at Dean Zhao and Zhu Kaiping with a stunned and crying face, and stepped forward to greet Academician Song with excitement and enthusiasm, and stretched out his hands......

For a while, the greetings continued.

Academician Song smiled kindly and shook hands with everyone one by one, and under the introduction of Dean Zhao, he kept shaking hands and nodding to the people who came to greet him.

Wen Shuo stood outside the circle and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Reality!"

Looking at his watch, Song Lao arrived two minutes earlier than the agreed time.

For ordinary people, it is normal to arrive early and arrive late for more than ten or twenty minutes, and the waiter will naturally not think more about the other party because of the time when the other party arrives early or late.

But Song Zhaosheng was able to arrive early, even if it was for a minute, which would make Dean Zhao, Zhu Kaiping, Director Sun, and even Wen Shuo feel more respect and appreciation: "It can be seen that Academician Song doesn't take a stand at all, is approachable, and comes as promised...... etc.

Why?

Because Song Lao is an academician, his time is precious!

After a warm and excited greeting, Song Zhaosheng walked to the building surrounded by everyone, beckoned the fat man outside the crowd to his side, and asked with a smile: "Fat man, how is the patient's condition now?"

"Had a seizure last night, but recovered quickly and is fine at the moment. Wen Shuo replied seriously: "She is now suffering from intermittent seizures, and her symptoms are sometimes mild and sometimes severe. ”

"Hmm. Song Lao nodded.

Dean Zhao said respectfully: "Previously, we considered using a small dose of medication for Miss Xu to control her condition, but after consulting Mr. Wen's opinion, he thinks that the symptoms are not too serious, and we will wait for you to make a diagnosis, and then we will ask for your opinions and guidance on the next treatment plan." ”

"Dean Zhao, Wen Shuo should have already told you what I thought. Song Zhaosheng smiled and said, "This time, it can be regarded as causing trouble to your hospital." ”

"Don't dare, don't dare. Zhao He showed a look of sincere fear, and said: "You can come to our hospital, we can't ask for it, it just so happens that it also gives us the opportunity to learn in the hospital, and I hope that Song Lao will not hesitate to teach." ”

Such a naked-naked fart, a director of a tertiary hospital said it naturally in front of everyone, so that Wen Shuo, who could almost reach the realm of cold and heat, couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body, but looking at everyone's expressions, including Academician Song Zhaosheng, they all looked natural and uncomfortable......

This makes Wen Shuo, who is very self-aware and has always felt that he is thin-skinned, secretly sighs and blames himself, the realm is not enough, and his skin is too thin, so for so many years, he has suffered too much in this real society.

If it weren't for that, how would we have been bullied for many years and have been impoverished to this day......

Who can blame it?!

When he walked to the door of the ward, Song Lao suddenly stopped, smiled and said to everyone: "Let's go and get busy with work first, if so many of us go in, it will have an impact on the mood of the mentally ill." Dean Zhao, could you please arrange a suitable office or conference room, and after I see the patient in a while, I will discuss the treatment plan for Miss Xu's condition with Director Zhu and Director Sun?"

"Okay, no problem. Dean Zhao immediately agreed, waving his hand to signal everyone to leave first.

Song Lao's words were polite, which also reassured these people.

I will discuss it with you, and I will try to meet your ideas.

Wen Shuo secretly admired, he was really cunning and cunning, oh, it should be a person who has become old and good? Anyway, Song Lao's level is really good.

Pushing open the door and entering the ward, Wen Shuo motioned for the nursing aunt to wait outside, and then accompanied Song Lao into the inner room of the ward. Xu Fang sat on a chair in front of the window with her back to the door, looking at the clear sky outside the window.

It was quiet in the room.

"Sister Fang. Wen Shuo called softly.

"Hmm. Xu Fang responded, turned her head to look at him with a smile, and found that the fat man was followed by a gray-haired but energetic old man, and suddenly became shy, and hurriedly turned his head.

Wen Shuo smiled apologetically at Song Lao, then walked over, stood beside Xu Fang, leaned over and whispered, "Sister Fang, have you forgotten what I said to you last night?" You should greet Song Lao, this is the most basic courtesy...... Hmm, I'm sorry, it's my fault that I didn't introduce you in time, this is a well-known academician in my country's medical field, Mr. Song Zhaosheng. ”

Xu Fang's cheeks were slightly red, showing an apologetic expression, and he turned his head and whispered a little far-fetched: "Song ...... Hello grandpa. ”

"You're not like a patient, or rather, you're mild, you're more like a shy, introverted girl. Song Lao walked over with a smile and said, "Miss Xu, if you don't mind, can you answer me a few questions?"

Xu Fang looked at Wen Shuo, who smiled at her encouragingly.

Xu Fang nodded slightly.

"Sister Fang, you go to the bed and lie down, so that Song Lao can consult you. Wen Shuo said softly.

Considering that patients with mental illness are prone to all kinds of unstable emotions during the onset of their illness, in order to avoid injuries to patients and damage to hospital property as much as possible, beds, cabinets, and chairs are all fixed in the wards of patients with mental illnesses. Even the sofa and coffee table in the outer room are firmly fixed, and under normal circumstances, it is difficult for patients to reach objects such as water cups, even in the presence of a guardian.

"No, I'll just sit here, you can sit down. Song Lao sat on the edge of the bed with a smile, very friendly, and said: "Wen Shuo and I are old friends, old friends! You don't have to treat me as an academician or a miracle doctor, don't think too much, just talk about some common things between friends. ”

Xu Fang looked at Wen Shuo again.

"Look, I'll just say it, Old Song is very good. Wen Shuo smiled and said, "Didn't we have a good chat last night? ”

"Oh. Xu Fang replied softly, and her expression was still a little timid.

In fact, what Song Lao said just now, Xu Fang had heard similar words in the past few days when he was seeking medical treatment in the capital, and most of the psychiatrists would start chatting in this way. What is different about Song Lao is that he sat on the edge of the bed so casually, removing most of the aura of an academician and a doctor.

It's really like an old man at home, nothing particular about, how comfortable, how convenient and how to come.

"Come, I'll take your pulse first. Old Song said kindly.

"Oh. Xu Fang turned around, raised his hand, and slowly handed it over, but Song Lao gently pinched his wrist, and then slowly put it on his lap, and said gently: "Don't be nervous, just relax." ”

Xu Fang whispered incoherently, "Thank you." ”

"Then, let's stay in Zhonghai for one night, let's talk about it, is this hospital better, or is it better to be in the hospital in the capital?" Song Lao not only looked kind, but when he spoke, his tone, sentences, and voice were all comfortable.

Xu Fang hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice, "Almost, right?"

"If you want me to say, this hospital in Zhonghai is better than in Beijing, probably because I live in Zhonghai, so I naturally have some prejudices, right?" Song Lao said this sentence very disapprovingly, and it was taken for granted.

"Oh. Xu Fang didn't know how to answer this question.

Song Lao gave Wen Shuo a look, Wen Shuo immediately pouted and said, "Come on, it's far worse than the capital, we were admitted to the hospital last night, and we were almost kicked out by the doctor on duty......

"Well, I heard. Song Lao smiled and asked, "Miss Xu, did you get scared when something like that happened last night?"

Xu Fang glanced at Wen Shuo, and then whispered, "I'm a little scared." ”

"Maybe your father won't be scared when he's around, right?"

"Hmm. ”

"Wen Shuo, when will Director Xu arrive?"

"It should be about the same at noon. Wen Shuo looked at his watch and said, "It's almost time to get off the plane now." ”

While checking Xu Fang's pulse, Song Lao observed his words and expressions, and said kindly: "When your father comes, just let him take care of you for Wen Shuo." ”

"Huh?" Xu Fang looked up at Wen Shuo, then at Song Lao, and then lowered his head.

Song Lao smiled slightly.