Chapter 265: The Treatment of American Doctors
Dean Lin approached with his hands in his hands, glanced at Dr. Zhao, and then at Su Lang, with a calm face: "The two of you, one is the most outstanding young doctor in my Mingji Hospital, and the other is my junior brother when I was studying at Mizuki University.
Doctor Zhao and Su Lang both lowered their heads and did not speak.
Dean Lin glanced at the staff: "What are you doing here? Do you want to wait for a while when all the news media reporters hear the news and let them grab the news and grab the report?"
The staff hurriedly scattered and returned to their respective jobs.
Dean Lin stepped forward, glanced at Dr. Zhao, and said with reproach: "Look at you, a doctor from Mingji Hospital, but fighting with the patient's family, this mistake, our hospital is indeed responsible, we have to explain it to others!"
turned to Su Lang again: "You said that you too, although something happened this time, but fortunately, the rescue was timely and did not cause a big mistake, you just ran to the hospital indiscriminately to fight, how can there be a little bit of our Mizuki University's motto 'Prudent thinking, virtuous and virtuous'?"
Su Lang straightened the tie of his suit and didn't speak.
Dean Lin glanced at them, and his tone became gentle: "Come, two people shake hands, and this matter is over!"
Su Lang and Doctor Zhao raised their heads and glanced at each other.
The eyes of the two people were still full of anger.
Dean Lin looked at Dr. Zhao and signaled: "After all, this matter is caused by the mistake of our hospital, Xin Bo, you show some grace!"
Doctor Zhao looked at Su Lang, wiped off the nosebleed, and stretched out his hand to him.
Su Lang helped his glasses, and then stretched out his hand to shake him.
Dean Lin stepped forward and patted the hands held by the two of them: "Shake hands and make peace, that's right! You two are both young talents, and you don't know each other this time, and you will be more familiar with them in the future." β
Facing Dr. Zhao: "Xinbo, you have the responsibility for this matter, go back and reflect on it, write a review, don't be perfunctory, be from the heart!"
"Good. Dr. Zhao answered.
Dean Lin then turned to Su Lang: "Su Lang, come to my office, I have something to talk to you." β
Su Lang glanced in the direction of the ward, hesitated, and followed Dean Lin to the elevator one after the other.
Dr. Zhao stood in place, silent for a while, and suddenly heard a "bang" sound from the ward, as if something fell heavily on the ground, Dr. Zhao hurriedly rushed into the room, only to see Bai Qianyu sitting on the ground, holding the edge of the bed with one hand, and trying to get up from the ground.
He hurriedly ran over in a few steps, picked her up with both arms, put her back on the bed, and pulled the quilt for her: "Don't move if it's okay, just call me." β
"What happened outside just now?" Bai Qianyu looked at Dr. Zhao's leaning face, his face was blue and purple, the corners of his eyes were blue, and the blood marks that had been wiped under his nose were still there.
"Your friend just came, and we had a fight. Dr. Zhao stated briefly.
"Su Lang?" Bai Qianyu was taken aback: "He never fights with anyone." β
Dr. Zhao glanced at her.
"For you, he can. β
"What about the others?" Bai Qianyu asked.
"I was called by the dean. Dr. Zhao replied simply.
At this time, a ray of sunlight is shining on the thin white quilt, and it feels warm.
Dr. Zhao turned his head to look out the window, and the sunlight outside was warm, and the light penetrated through the glass window, adding a little vitality to the ward.
Doctor Zhao turned his head and looked at Bai Qianyu: "Do you want to go out for a walk?"
"Yes," Bai Qianyu laughed, "I haven't seen the sun for several days." β
Next to the green lawn of the hospital, Bai Qianyu sat in a wheelchair, Dr. Zhao pushed the wheelchair, walking slowly along the trail, the breeze was light, the sun was just right, some patients came out for a walk accompanied by their families, and children were playing, and the staff of the garden department in the distance were holding water pipes to water the flower beds.
Bai Qianyu closed his eyes, took a light breath, and sighed, "It's so comfortable!"
Dr. Zhao leaned down and pointed out to her: "This is the red-leaved heather, this is the camphor tree, this plane tree is a little more special, it is not the common French plane tree in W City, but the American plane tree that I see everywhere in the United States." β
"Oh, what's the difference?" Bai Qianyu asked, as a tree blind, she really couldn't see the difference between the tall American plane tree in front of her and the French plane tree she usually saw.
Dr. Zhao smiled and explained, "In fact, the French plane tree, like the American plane tree, is a type of plane tree. Plane trees are divided according to the fruits, and those with one fruit ball are called one-ball plane trees, those with two fruit balls are called two-ball plane trees, and those with three fruits are called three-ball plane trees. β
"The one-ball plane is the American plane tree, the three-ball plane tree is the French plane tree, and their hybrid variety of the two-ball plane tree was brought to Shanghai by the French, and it has been called the French plane tree since then. β
Bai Qianyu smiled when he heard this: "As the saying goes, 'planting a plane tree attracts a golden phoenix', and this plane tree planted by Mingji Hospital has brought back you, a golden phoenix studying in the United States." β
She thought for a while and said, "I heard that in the United States, doctors are treated very well, why do you want to go back to China?"
"Doctors in the United States are really well treated," Dr. Zhao said: "Doctors belong to the high-income profession, but also belong to the upper class, when I was in the United States, I participated in their charity gala and some activities, held in Billy Buddha Village, many celebrities will come to participate, I know several American doctors, there are sports cars, yachts at home, there is a doctor friend, he works in different countries at the same time, Monday to Wednesday in the United States, Thursday and Friday in Mexico. β
"American doctors are treated so well!" Bai Qianyu exclaimed: "No wonder you said yesterday that the threshold for becoming a doctor in the United States is very high." β
"Well," Dr. Zhao said, "in the minds of Americans, people who can become doctors are the best of the best." β
Bai Qianyu turned around to look at him: "What motivates you to return to China?"
Dr. Zhao stopped his wheelchair, thought for a while, and said slowly: "Studying medicine in the United States costs hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of dollars, and many people just think about how to return to their roots and make money after completing their studies, but I don't think so, I want to bring more advanced medical technology back to China, so that more Chinese people can benefit from it. β
"I can't change the world, but I hope that through my own meager efforts, we can make everyone face up to some of the problems in our medical community, and hope that our next generation will not live in such a world. β
Bai Qianyu looked at him thoughtfully: "You said before, I don't know you, it turned out to be true,ββ I don't know, the real Doctor Zhao is like this." β
She suddenly felt that Dr. Zhao's image was much taller in her mind.
Dr. Zhao smiled and pushed the wheelchair on: "Are you worshipping me more and more now?"
Bai Qianyu sighed in his heart, feeling that the coquettish Doctor Zhao had started to get on again.
At this moment, a doctor on the side of the road called out to Dr. Zhao: "Dr. Zhao!"
Dr. Zhao stopped.
The doctor said: "I have a case treatment report that I can't find, I remember that you also have a copy saved, help me find it, and use it urgently." β
Doctor Zhao replied "Okay", lowered his head and greeted Bai Qianyu: "You sit here for a while, and I'll come when I go." β
Dr. Zhao parked his wheelchair on the side of the road and hurried away with the doctor.
After Dr. Zhao left, Bai Qianyu sat on the side of the road, facing the lawn, bored, simply opened the notebook resting on her lap, clicked on the browser, her fingers subconsciously slid to the "Book of Another World" in the writer's area, she didn't have much hope, but she was surprised to find that the "New Chapter" button of "Book of Another World" turned out to be on!
- In other words, the Book of Otherworlds can be updated!
Bai Qianyu thought about it, in the breeze and sunshine, in the blank space of the text box, his fingertips tapped on the keyboard, and entered a paragraph fluently:
The Zhenglan Empire, like a huge, sophisticated machine, sits on the Starfall Continent, standing tall and eyeing the tiger.
After conquering the lands of the Blood, Moon, Mei, Shadow and other races, the empire extended its last ambitions to the southern tip across the river from it, the Phantom Spirit Country.
After more than two months of repeated battles, the flames of war were raging, the iron hooves of millions of troops were trampled, 70 floating warships were swept away, and tens of millions of lives were lost, in exchange for the victory of the "Magic War" in the battle of the empire's Dingding.
This huge empire finally got its wish to dominate the Star Fall Continent, engulfing everything like a fierce beast, and the tiger was on the dragon plate.
The management of the empire is extremely orderly, well-organized and hierarchical, and the empire is ruled by the demon lord Jun Tianze, and the country is established with cruel political skills and harsh ruling methods.
Every organization, even every individual, has become a tiny pivot and component of the Imperial machine, and the power of a few individuals alone is completely unable to shake the iron rule of the Empire.
And the imperial capital of the empire, Hawk Liang, located in the north of the empire, is the center of all this power, high above.
The prosperity and hustle and bustle of Tortoiseshell City reached its peak after the empire unified the Star Continent.
All kinds of gold, silver, silk, precious antiques, tea and porcelain, delicacies from the mountains and seas, flowing water generally flows from all parts of the mainland to the tortoiseshell beam, for the princes and nobles in the city to enjoy.
Among the rows of high-rise buildings, the streets are full of cars, horses and pedestrians every day.
In the air, there were occasional royal families driving Bifang birds passing by, and the colorful wings flashed, shining over the imperial capital.
In the midst of this bustling capital, in a secluded corner, there is a small noodle restaurant:
There is a noodle restaurant.
The owner of the noodle restaurant is a weird man, with a lot of temper, but no small ability.
His noodles are so delicious that there is an endless stream of diners every day, and the threshold of the noodle restaurant is about to be broken, no matter how dark the boss's face is, the diners all accept it with a smile.
The owner of this noodle restaurant is a boss named Fang Xiaoshuai who is not handsome.
Because there is a bald piece in the center of the top of his head, but the hair around him grows thickly, causing the center of the top to be like a piece of land surrounded by grass, Fang Xiaoshuai wears a white hat all year round, which is beautifully called: chef's hat.
This hat soon became popular in the imperial capital, all the chefs in the imperial capital, from the famous chefs of the imperial palace to the chefs of a small restaurant, all like to wear a white hat, and the height of the hat represents their rank, the higher the hat, the higher the chef's level.
It is said that the first imperial chef of the imperial palace has a hat that is about to poke into the roof of the imperial kitchen.
On this day, the birds chirped, the osmanthus on the osmanthus tree outside the door was blooming fragrantly, the boss Fang Xiaoshuai just opened his sleepy eyes, yawned and removed the door panel of the restaurant, and started the first day of business, and a person walked in outside the door.
The first rays of the morning sun shone on this person's body, making him look clear and handsome.
He was tall, wearing a snow-white robe, exuding a clean and tidy atmosphere, and greeted Fang Xiaoshuai: "Boss Fang, it's early!"
"Is it early?" Boss Fang had a dark face, he had just accidentally knocked over his wife's footwash water last night, and was punished for putting a bowl of noodles under the remaining footwash water in the basin, and after a night, his stomach was still very uncomfortable, and his mood was still very bad.
This person didn't care, and said with a smile: "Of course it's not early." β
He let go of half of his body.
Fang Xiaoshuai looked behind him, and saw a long row of diners behind him, who had already lined up in front of his door, and greeted him with a smile: "Boss Fang, it's early!"
Boss Fang's face darkened even more.
He swore that he would remember the unfortunate day of the day and the name of the unlucky guest in front of him.
So he glared at the white-clad guest and asked, "What's your name?"
"My surname is Zhao," the man replied, "just call me Dr. Zhao." β