Time flies, and at 12 noon it is time for the outpatient department to close.

Yang Yonghui waved his hand and sent the last patient away.

Although for most of the morning, Yang Yonghui's office did not have a single patient. After Guan Weihao came to treat chronic laryngitis, those patients who were waiting and watched slowly came in with the mentality of trying. But when it was time to get off work, Yang Yonghui had also received a total of more than 30 cases.

If it weren't for the registration counter to control the number of dispatches, Dr. Yang, who was suddenly very popular, would have had patients waiting outside the door if he left work 30 minutes late.

Even so, Yang Yonghui's number of consultations in a morning is also ranked at the top of the outpatient department.

If it weren't for Yang Yonghui's make-up consultation, pulse checking, listening to the patient's description of the condition, and finally getting a needle, he would have been able to increase this number by at least two times.

The little nurse witnessed a miraculous morning throughout the whole process, and she was already impressed by Yang Yonghui.

"Dr. Yang, you've worked hard today. Shall we go to the cafeteria together for lunch, or shall I cook you a meal and send it to your dormitory?"

Yang Yonghui didn't expect such a big change in the little nurse's mentality, and shook his head casually.

"Don't bother, let's go to dinner first, go back to the dormitory at noon to rest for a while, and then continue in the afternoon. ”

"Okay, listen to Dr. Yang. The little nurse replied with a sweet smile.

Yang Yonghui went to the hospital canteen with the little nurse to eat, but instead of going back to the dormitory arranged for him by the hospital, he walked out of the gate of the First People's Hospital of Maoqin City, turned two corners, and entered a Xinhua bookstore on the next street.

He was going to look up books and study.

Yang Yonghui's experience of sitting in the clinic this morning made him understand that although he had the help of a cheat, there was no problem in treating the disease and saving people. However, there are still many shortcomings in the origin, pathology, and determination of treatment ideas.

It is true that from the perspective of curing diseases and saving people, these things are not necessary. As long as a doctor can cure a person, you don't care if he is real or a chance burst of luck.

However, a person's luck cannot always be so good, and the patient will also judge whether the doctor is really capable based on the doctor's analysis of the condition.

If the doctor's words and deeds cannot give the patient a sense of trust, and the patient does not give you the opportunity to see a doctor at all, then no matter how strong your ability to treat the disease is, you can only stare dryly.

It's like Yang Yonghui's experience in the morning, just a young first impression can stop all patients.

If it hadn't happened to be Guan Weihao, the deadlock would have opened a gap, thus giving him a chance to perform. I'm afraid that until he gets off work at noon, Yang Yonghui can only swatt flies in his own consultation room.

Therefore, Yang Yonghui needs to urgently make up for some shortage of knowledge, including the name of the disease, symptoms, mechanism, general conventional treatment, and so on.

Fortunately, these are relatively basic things, and the medical books displayed in the general Xinhua bookstore have a lot of descriptions.

As for the degree of difficulty, there is almost nothing to say, that is, the amount of information is relatively large, and it is all based on rote memorization.

This happens to be Yang Yonghui's strong point, so he turned the book with a loud sound and read it quickly. It startled a little girl who looked like a student next to her.

In the afternoon, when the outpatient department was about to open, Yang Yonghui put down the books in his hand, walked out of the door of Xinhua Bookstore, and walked in the direction of the hospital.

At this time, Yang Yonghui's mind was already full of things.

He didn't know that some "legends" about him had begun to circulate among the medical staff in the hospital at this time.

Dean Liang was busy with work today, and his mind was full of all kinds of information, and he suddenly forgot about Yang Yonghui.

After he finally finished some more urgent tasks and coped with the inspection of his superiors, he sat down on the leather sofa, breathed a long sigh of relief, and picked up the cup on the coffee table.

Suddenly, Dean Liang paused.

Huh~ Dr. Yang is visiting for the first time today......

He slammed his cup on the coffee table and stood up.

It's broken, it's broken, it's busy, but it's forgotten about this stubble.

You must know Yang Yonghui's qualifications as a licensed physician, but it is a bit unjustifiable. How good his medical skills are, I'm afraid there is a big question mark.

In this way, he let go of the consultation room and received patients. If a patient is accidentally seen to be a good person, how will he, the dean, clean it up at that time?

Dean Liang hurriedly put on his white coat, opened the door of the dean's office with one hand, and was about to run towards the outpatient department.

As soon as I went out, I saw Dr. Zhao walking by the stairs.

By the way, Dr. Zhao's office is next door to Yang Yonghui, which is the location specially arranged by Dean Liang. If something goes wrong with Yang Yonghui, Dr. Zhao must know something.

"Doctor Zhao, wait a minute!"

Dr. Zhao heard the shout and turned around.

"Dean Liang, are you looking for me?"

Dean Liang saw that there was nothing abnormal in his expression, thinking that if Yang Yonghui made a big mess there, even if others didn't take the initiative to report to him, the dean, Dr. Zhao would at least not be as calm and relaxed as he is now.

Thinking about this, Dean Liang's nervous mood eased somewhat.

"By the way, Dr. Zhao, let me ask you something. ”

"Dean Liang, please speak. ”

"Dr. Yang, who is visiting for the first time today, seems to be right next to you in his office, right?"

"Uh~ yes, I also went to Dr. Yang's office. ”

Well, if you go around and don't report anything to me, you shouldn't have any major problems.

Dean Liang was even more relieved.

"Oh, Dr. Yang, nothing should have happened, right?"

Dr. Zhao had already come back to his senses at this time and knew what happened to Dean Liang.

"No, no, Dean Liang, please rest assured. Dr. Yang is a skilled doctor, and he is always known for any illness that he has to deal with, and his patients and family members praise him. ”

"Oh?

When Dean Liang heard Dr. Zhao's confirmation, his worries were first dispelled. Hearing that he admired Yang Yonghui so much, it aroused curiosity.

Dr. Zhao took two steps closer and said in a very mysterious and gossipy manner.

"Dean Liang, do you know that now Dr. Yang has two nicknames in our hospital. ”

"What's the nickname?"

"One is called 'Xiao Fault', and the other is called 'Yang Yizhen'. ”

Dean Liang was stunned.

"What do you mean?"

The second nickname "Yang Yizhen" carries Yang Yonghui's surname, and Dean Liang can guess a little. But what is the nickname of this "little problem"?

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