Chapter Seventy-Nine: Establishment of Another Two Million Funds (2nd of 2nd)
The middle-aged man looked like a teacher and handed the medical record book to Yan Zixiu: "Doctor Yan." This is my father, and this part of the cough is always coughing, sometimes it makes us uncomfortable to listen to. β
Yan Zixiu looked at the old man, who looked a little like his grandfather, and couldn't help but feel good: "Come, old man, check the pulse first." β
Strange to say, once the doctor kindly takes the patient's pulse, the patient's heart can be half settled.
He took his pulse and took medical records at the same time.
The patient's surname is Qiao, and he calls him Mr. Qiao.
Yan Zixiu looked at it with the Hope Qi Technique, and the pulse showed that there was a phase of yin deficiency and fire. He picked up the stethoscope again to help the old man listen to it in front of his chest and behind his back, and comforted: "Mr. Qiao, your chest tightness and cough are not a big problem." You sit down first. β
The doctor said that the problem was not big, and the patient felt much more at ease.
Because there was no one next to him to learn Chinese medicine techniques, Yan Zixiu was too lazy to use the method of following the rules. Besides, listening to the old man's cough, he felt uncomfortable.
He decided to take the fastest approach that everyone could accept.
Yan Zixiu washed his hands, took out a water spirit pear, and took out a fruit knife. Peel, dice, rinse, put in a thermos, and plug in a hot appliance. In a few minutes, the water was boiling. He poured half of the water from boiling the pear, and then used another teapot to kick it back and forth (meaning pouring water into each other).
The old man began to cough violently incessantly, sometimes as if he was about to cough out his lungs. But when he smelled the fragrance of boiled pear water, he felt some comfort in his chest, and his cough began to slow down.
Yan Zixiu felt that the water temperature was about the same, sprinkled some rejuvenation pill dew, and brought it to the old man: "Mr. Qiao, drink some and try it." β
Is it okay to sprinkle the rejuvenation pill dew directly? Yes, yes, but there is no medium to convey the curative effect, and patients and their families may be cranky and go out to pass it on to you.
The old man tried to drink two sips, his eyes lit up, he took a few more sips, let out a long breath, and touched his chest with his hand: "Comfortable." After saying that, he took a few more sips. Then he calmed down, didn't speak, and didn't cough anymore.
The middle-aged man was a little nervous and asked, "Dad, how are you?" β
"Don't worry, I'm much better." The old man waved his hand and smiled. After a while, he rubbed his hands on his chest and let out another breath, "Heyβthe inside of my chest is like a fire all day long." Now it's like a wet rag, and it's much more comfortable. β
The old man stood up and walked back and forth a few times, and it felt really different.
People generally have some intuition about their own bodies.
He felt that he would recover this time: "Doctor Yan, you are amazing. We were just in the hallway and overheard a patient say that your level is very high. Her vertigo will cure you in a moment. That's why we're going to give it a try. I've been coughing for almost three months, and the medicine doesn't work. He has suffered a great sin. Your cup of pear-boiling water is better than a panacea. What a miracle doctor. β
"Haha, Mr. Qiao has won the prize." Of course, Yan Zixiu was also happy.
"Look at the cost of the treatment, how much is it?" The middle-aged man asked.
"Dean Wu stipulated, thirty yuan."
The middle-aged man gave thirty dollars.
"Only thirty? No, it's too little. Dexiang, give Dr. Yan three hundred. The old man was a little surprised, and said decisively to the middle-aged man. It seems that their economic conditions are good.
"No, the hospital rules are as much as they want." Yan Zixiu thought for a while, and then said, "Otherwise, the hospital has just set up a relief fund to help patients in need." If you have a heart, you can donate to the fund. β
"Good. Dr. Yan, I see. I've also made a note of your favors. I'll send you a pennant to help you make a name for yourself. The old man spoke and did things without delay, "We won't bother." Dexiang, let's go. β
"Okay, here's your medical record. Let's go. Yan Zixiu stood up and sent to the door.
Perhaps because of word of mouth, people who came to Yan Zixiu for medical treatment came to the door one after another. Yan Zixiu looked at eight more patients, all of whom recovered casually, and there was no need to come for follow-up.
In the middle, the people from the logistics department brought bowls and chopsticks and lunch boxes.
When it was almost time to get off work, Dean Wu, Lao Ma and a fox-faced middle-aged lady came.
"Xiao Yan, this is your receipt for donations. We checked the families of patients in difficulty, and there were more than 20 in total, including the man Zhou Yan said and his lover, all of whom were funded. A total of two thousand, here is the list. Dean Wu handed over two notes, and his words and deeds really did not leak.
The old horse nodded, agreeing with this statement.
"That's great." Hearing that everyone's difficulties had been solved, Yan Zixiu was sincerely happy, took the note and swept it roughly, left the receipt, and returned the list, "Dean Wu and Director Ma are efficient and admirable. β
"Haha." Dean Wu is quite happy, who doesn't like to do good deeds, and who doesn't like to be praised, "It's mainly thanks to you." By the way, Xiao Yan, I discussed a charter with Director Ma. When applying for subsidies, families with difficult diseases should provide certificates from the neighborhood committee or village committee as much as possible. Of course, in the case of special emergency, the first aid will be provided, and the certificate will be supplemented later. β
"Thoughtful and very attentive. Rescue first and then supplement the certificate, worthy of the benevolence of the doctor. I'd rather be taken advantage of by a few people than delay my illness. Yan Zixiu gave a thumbs up, "Dean Wu, how many hospitals are there in our district?" β
"One large one, ten medium ones like ours, and one hundred and sixty township health centers."
Lao Ma was thorough, understood as soon as he heard it, and asked, "Xiao Yan, do you want to subsidize the patient's family through the hospitals in the whole district?" β
Yan Zixiu said: "Yes." If it weren't for Zhou Yan, I really didn't know there was such a difficult family. Director Ma, please report to Commissioner Wu. I'll set up a special fund with another two million to do this. He didn't care about making a statement in front of Dean Wu and others, because sooner or later everyone would know.
Lao Ma ran all morning and had a personal contact with the situation of the difficult patient's family: "Okay. β
He already knew Yan Zixiu's original intention and style very well, so he didn't say anything superfluous. It's all in plain sight.
Dean Wu and Ms. Foxface had heard that Yan Zixiu had invested 1 million to support poor students. I just personally handled the donation of 50,000 yuan today, and now I hear the amount of 2 million again, and the shock and amazement in my heart are indescribable.
The traditional Chinese medicine hospital only earns so much money a year, and it is still a gross income.
"Doctor Yan, I really don't know what to say. In short, it is a blessing for everyone that you have come to the TCM Hospital. Dean Wu said with a steady heart.
When Yan Zixiu first came, he also said that it was a blessing for the majority of patients. But that's kind words, and this time it's true.
Yan Zixiu smiled: "I also want to thank the Chinese Medicine Hospital for giving me such an opportunity." β
"Haha, don't be polite to each other." Lao Ma said with a smile, and changed the topic again: "By the way, how many patients did you see in the morning?" β
"Ten in all."
Dean Wu complimented: "Ten? No less, no less. It's really hard for you. Let me introduce, this is the financial Liu accounting. β
"Hello Dr. Yan." The fox-faced accountant Liu smiled and stretched out his hand and said.
"Hello Accountant Liu, this is a medical fee of 300 yuan, as well as a list of patients." Yan Zixiu shook hands with her and handed over the money and note.
Accountant Liu took it.
Originally, the net income of three hundred in one morning was already a lot.
But she had just gone through the impact of two million, and now she felt that the three hundred yuan seemed to be a little fluttering: "Okay, I'll give you a receipt when I go back." β
"Haha, okay, everyone knows each other. So much good was done again this morning. Come, Xiao Yan, I'll take you to the cafeteria. Director Ma, don't go. We ate and talked together. β
"Okay." Yan Zixiu took off his white coat and went to get the dishes and chopsticks.
Dean Wu hurriedly stopped: "Don't take it." Today I have a treat in the small restaurant, and Liu will take you with you. β