Ji Xiang had no interest in Deng Chaohong's grievances and hatred.

He walked to the patient's room with a pen and a notebook, ready to ask for a medical history, write a medical record, and complete the preoperative preparations.

In fact, Ji Xiang has no problems with his memory, even if he doesn't make a record, he can repeat everything the patient's family said when he goes back to the doctor's office.

But after all, it is necessary to give patients a more "professional" attitude, so that people feel that professionalism is sometimes more important than "professional".

In many cases, attitude is very important, because patients and their families do not understand what is professional.

This is also a reassuring pill for patients and their families.

Knock on the door and enter the ward.

The patient is sitting on a hospital bed and swiping his phone with his left hand.

The middle-aged woman was peeling an apple, and when she glanced at the young doctor, she didn't move.

On the sofa in the private room, a middle-aged man with a good bearing was made, he glanced at Ji Xiang calmly, and did not speak.

"Hello, I'm here to ask for a medical history." Ji Xiang smiled, didn't mind that the patient's family of three didn't pay attention to his own affairs, and said gently.

"Didn't you say it all?" The middle-aged man said impatiently.

He seemed to have something on his mind, slightly irritable.

"Teacher Deng's inquiry is different from writing a medical record." The smile on Ji Xiang's face did not change in the slightest, and he said lightly, "That's it, let's ......."

"Let your teacher come." The middle-aged man waved his hand, "Otherwise, I'll have to ask again if I don't ask the right question."

Ji Xiang was slightly embarrassed.

If you are not in the hospital, you can turn around and leave, ignoring this person.

But in the hospital, I have changed my identity and social label, and I can't be angry.

"None of the hospitals in the provincial capital, from the director to the doctor, are reliable. I had surgery half a year ago, and I was blown into the sky, and I could recover after arthroscopy, small damage, and recovery."

The middle-aged man said disdainfully, "What about the fool!"

"There is a preoperative explanation before the operation, and the doctors in the first hospital should not say that it will definitely be cured." Ji Xiang smiled and retorted.

The middle-aged man glanced at Ji Xiang and pursed his lips, he was too lazy to bother with a little doctor. If you really slap the table and scold your mother, you have to scold the director. Ji Xiang is a little doctor, he is not interested.

There was a knock on the door, and a man with glasses pushed the door in.

"Xiao Cheng, let him go out, ask about the medical history and send a little doctor over, what should I do if the professor in the imperial capital is not satisfied." The middle-aged man said.

"Little doctor." The man with glasses clicked his eyes, and instantly figured out the situation, he pulled Ji Xiang's sleeve, "Let's go, let's go out."

Ji Xiang was also helpless, and left the ward with the glasses man.

"Are you unhappy that there are external experts, and Professor Deng doesn't come forward?" After the man with glasses went out, his previous humility dissipated like the wind, and although he was shorter than Ji Xiang, he asked in a condescending tone.

"Not really." Ji Xiang replied truthfully.

"Hehe, I guessed it a long time ago." The man with glasses smiled disdainfully, "No matter what medicine you use, no matter what equipment you use, you will have a rebate, right? If there are external experts, the money may be gone, so Professor Tang is very unhappy."

Ji Xiang frowned slightly, and looked sideways at the man with glasses, "You are the secretary?"

….

"yes, what's wrong?"

"Can I bring a secretary to my child's medical treatment? You should be paid a salary from the state."

「！！！」

The man with glasses was a little annoyed, he didn't expect this young doctor to talk to him with such a hard attitude.

It's just that for a moment he didn't know how to refute it.

There are patients and family members in other wards walking around in the corridor, and if you really quarrel with this little doctor and someone records it and posts it on the Internet, it must be a big trouble.

If it is not handled well, this is not a small trouble, and it will even affect the future.

The glasses man's expression turned cold.

"Since the family refuses, then I

Go back and talk to Professor Tang." Ji Xiang didn't entangle with him either, and left with a smile.

Back in the office, Ji Xiang and Deng Chaohong talked about what happened in the ward.

"Just get used to it." Deng Chaohong didn't care, he just smiled, "I wrote this medical record myself, just fool around, anyway, I invite an external expert."

"Mr. Deng, I have seen the patient's family members praise the doctor vigorously, and then turn their heads and say all kinds of things to other patients. But this ......."

"I'm used to being in the place." Deng Chaohong said, "Many people don't know that they are just the size of sesame mung beans until they go to the imperial capital.

"I guess I understand." Ji Xiang Road.

"Oh? Tell me what you know." Deng Chaohong said with a smile.

He didn't believe that he could understand the twists and turns in his words.

Originally, in Deng Chaohong's imagination, Ji Xiang would say a lot of specious things, but now that the Internet is so developed, chicken soup can be seen everywhere, and anyone can say a few words.

But Ji Xiang didn't speak, just smiled, "Teacher Deng, you ask about the medical history, and I'll do the rest."

"I don't go to ask for medical history." Deng Chaohong said, "There are very few experts invited from outside the Second Hospital, but it is not impossible. Zhao Zhe, what are you doing on the Yuanliao side?"

"Teacher Deng, there are several kinds of experts we invite from outside." Zhao Zhe heard Deng Chaohong ask himself, and immediately said, "The first is that the department has long-term contact with experts in the provincial capital, the imperial capital, and the magic capital, and they have a tacit understanding that they can do whatever they want, and the experts have a normal process for watching films and the like, which is no different from the patients admitted by the department itself."

There is also an expert professor invited by the patient's family, and it is best to call the expert professor in a similar situation and ask him what special tests he needs.

Some experts and professors come to fly knives and start picking stabs when they enter the door, which is not good or that. I've met similar expert professors who don't even work with our hemostatic forceps, and my thought at the time was ......"

Deng Chaohong also knew Zhao Zhe, this old ruler had a lot of words, and after listening to him, he began to ramble as soon as he turned around, so he interrupted Zhao Zhe's words.

"That's probably the case, my senior brother must be picky, he is this kind of person himself." Deng Chaohong said, "So at most, let's write a medical record, and the rest, 'Senior doctor, we will do whatever you want us to do.'"

Ji Xiang had a slight regret.

and system n learned the dragon slaying stunt, but there was no dragon to slaughter for a while, Ji Xiang couldn't help but have some skills.

"It's okay, it's all a minor issue." Deng Chaohong said, "Don't worry about it, I'll come to this patient myself."

Lu Kai felt particularly embarrassed, he scratched his head, thinking about anything but couldn't say anything.

The patient was "introduced" by him, the first order of the accompaniment, but Lu Kai never expected that there would be so many bumps and bumps in the middle, and he felt that his future was dark.

Doctor of the Department of Healing.

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