Early in the morning of the 9th, Lao Ma sent a car to take Yan Zixiu to the city.

On the way, Yan Zixiu looked at the progress of the road repair, and estimated that it would all be repaired in another week.

After having breakfast at the Executive Office, Lao Ma personally accompanied Yan Zixiu to the District Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

They didn't drive because it was so close.

The hospital is located at the intersection of Beihai Road and Ping'an Road, close to the railway station and bus station, and has convenient transportation. There are several tall willow trees outside the gate of the hospital, and a sign with black letters on a white background hangs at the door: Yingtian District Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

The yard is three acres in size, sparsely populated with a few trees, and patients, families, and staff come and go.

The most conspicuous thing in front of you is the outpatient building, which has three floors.

Yan Zixiu sighed that he was a frequent visitor to the doctor not long ago, but he didn't expect to become a doctor who treats people now.

Lao Ma, as Commissioner Wu's secretary, of course still has face. So before they could enter the outpatient building, a man in his fifties was hurriedly greeted inside, slightly chubby, and kind-looking.

"Hello Director Ma, this is the Dr. Yan Zixiu you said, right?" The man stretched out his hand to greet him.

The old horse shook hands with the man: "Dean Wu is good." Yes, this is Dr. Yan. Xiao Yan, this is what I told you about Wu Jitong, Dean Wu. ”

"Hello, Dean Wu." Yan Zixiu and Wu Ji shook hands with the dean.

"Oh, Xiao Yan, you're welcome. Your legendary experience, Director Ma told me. You can sit in our Yingtian Hospital, but it is a blessing for the majority of patients. Dean Wu was very enthusiastic, "Come, let's go to the office and sit down first." ”

Dean Wu's office is not far from the left turn of the stairs on the second floor. His desk was next to the window, overlooking the full range of the clinic in front of the clinic. The layout of the office is decent: desks and chairs, sofas, coffee tables, filing cabinets; There's a calligraphy on the wall: Drawing on the Crowd. It means learning from others and helping people. The font dragon flies and the phoenix dances, but it can also be written.

Dean Wu poured tea for Lao Ma and Yan Zixiu: "Director Ma, I have vacated an outpatient room. I'd like to hear your two thoughts on which subject it is. ”

The old horse looked at Yan Zixiu.

Yan Zixiu said: "Dean Wu, can it be called the Department of Incurable Diseases?" He said this, of course, with his own confidence.

Dean Wu was slightly startled.

Although he heard Lao Ma talk about Yan Zixiu's miracles, he still felt that the tone of the incurable disease department was a little big. Who would dare to claim that it can cure incurable diseases. In case some diseases are not good, the signboard will be smashed.

"This?" He looked at the old horse.

Lao Ma smiled: "I believe in Xiao Yan." I think we can hang a sign, just call Yan Zixiu specialist. The time of duty should be noted so that patients and their families know what to expect. "Yan Zixiu specialist, this title can be high or low.

"Director Ma's idea is okay." Dean Wu admires Lao Ma very much, he is really experienced and thoughtful.

It was what he wanted. If Yan Zixiu sees it well, then the natural hospital will follow and the tide will rise. If you don't see it well, then it will be regarded as not investigating well for a while, and you have hired a quack doctor by mistake, and you will be dismissed when the time comes.

Yan Zixiu didn't think about it so much, as long as he could help the patient.

"Director Ma, what do you think of Xiao Yan's treatment?" Dean Wu asked with some caution.

The difficulty of this traditional Chinese medicine hospital is that it does not make much money, but it has no less place to spend money than Western hospitals.

"Just a minimum." Yan Zixiu took the initiative to express his position. He doesn't care about the treatment, but if he doesn't want it at all, people don't feel at ease. If you are alone in the free clinic, what will happen to the other doctors?

"Okay then, gradually increase it in the future according to the situation." Dean Wu had vaguely heard that Yan Zixiu was rich.

The name and treatment are even negotiated.

Dean Wu arranged for someone to ask the logistics department to write the clinic sign, and then personally led Lao Ma and Yan Zixiu through the crowd to a more remote clinic on the third floor.

Of course, remoteness is also relative, and there are a lot of people in the clinic next to it.

This arrangement is reasonable. Because Yan Zixiu only sits in the clinic one morning a week, he can't give him the most convenient consultation room.

The consultation room is set up by internal medicine and there is no isolation room. Other aspects are very prescriptive:

A table, two chairs, a stool, a bench. The chair is one for the doctor and one for the patient, and the stool is for the patient's family or the doctor's assistant to sit on. The bench is where patients sit in line.

A half-height locker with a thermos on it, a hot fast appliance for boiling water, and two enamel tea jars.

A coat rack with two white coats hanging from it. A washbasin stand with washbasin, towel and soap for the doctor to use to clean his hands. A broom, a bucket, a garbage basket.

There is a stethoscope, a blood pressure monitor, and a flashlight on the table, which are also used by Chinese medicine practitioners. There is also a mat for pulse diagnosis. A small shelf for registering orders, a prescription note, an inkwell and a dipping pen. There is a drawer on the table that is opened, and there is a bottle of medical alcohol, a pack of medical cotton wool, a box of medical cotton swabs, and a pair of medical tweezers.

"Xiao Yan, what else is missing?" Dean Wu asked, and glanced at Lao Ma.

"Dean Wu bothered, this is fine." Yan Zixiu thanked him. For him, of course, these are enough.

"Dean Wu is very well prepared. By the way, what are you eating here ......? "The old horse is very attentive. Although Yan Zixiu only sat for a morning, he couldn't go to the executive office during dinner.

"Ah, I've got this arranged. After a while, the logistics will bring new dishes and chopsticks lunch boxes. These things can be kept inside the locker. The meal ticket for the cafeteria, I prepared it for Xiao Yan for three days. Here. Dean Wu handed Yan Zixiu a stack of steamed bun tickets and vegetable tickets hanging with rubber bands.

This is a feature of the staff canteen. I usually go to the accountant and use the money to buy steamed buns and vegetable tickets. When eating, give the canteen master as much steamed vegetable soup as you want, and then pay the steamed bun ticket and dish ticket.

Yan Zixiu has basically been in this mode from junior high school to the present, from school to unit.

"Dean Wu is really thoughtful." Yan Zixiu took it, and he said it from his heart.

Suddenly, someone at the door asked, "Do you want to see a doctor here?" ”

The three of them looked back and saw a young man standing in the doorway with a woman in his arms. The two looked like they were from the countryside.

"See a doctor. Please come in. Yan Zixiu took the initiative to greet him, went to the coat rack and took off the white coat and put it on. The doctor's white coat is a symbol in the hearts of patients and their families.

The woman looked very weak and needed the help of the young man to help her walk in and sit down.

The old horse was about to return to the office, and when he saw the situation, he stayed and observed for a while. Dean Wu wanted to verify Yan Zixiu's ability, so naturally he would not miss such an opportunity.

The woman looked thin, sickly-looking, and didn't want to speak.

The young man recounted the medical history in her place: "Doctor, this is my love. A week ago, she suddenly felt dizzy and the world was spinning. Nausea and vomiting, unable to eat. I can't stand up, and I can only lie down in normal times. gave her injections and medicines, but it didn't work. I took her to the TCM Hospital to have a look. But today there are so many people that I can't queue up everywhere. Seeing that there was no one lining up here, I came to ask. ”

The young man's face was full of worry and helplessness, and it was obvious that he was under a lot of pressure.