This doctor is not short of money

Chapter 342
The guy at the other end of the video paused for a moment, looking at Zhu Minyan who was wrapping himself tightly in the video in disbelief.

If it wasn't for the fact that this girl was good at studying and received a scholarship every semester, and he was fairly familiar with her and could hear her voice, he would have thought he had contacted the wrong person.

Come to the capital, there are experts, experts who have experience in treating tumors, how can she refuse?
"Why don't you come? It's because of the money? Don't worry, I'm looking for director Lan through my relationship, and I don't charge money. There is also the cost of treatment. The school has medical insurance and subsidies, so it doesn't cost much."

Zhu Minyan shook her head, before she had time to speak, the guy on the opposite side became impatient, "You mean it, why?"

"Ms. Zhang, I have received treatment now, and the effect is very good. I want to continue the treatment."

"Treatment? You started chemotherapy? Oh, I... Director Lan said that he can't do anything after chemotherapy. Why are you so impulsive?"

"No, Mr. Zhang. I'm also doing Chinese medicine treatment now. It's been three days. The hard bumps on my body have softened. I think Dr. Du can cure me."

"Chinese medicine? Dr. Du? Are you an expert in Jinzhou? I'll ask Director Lan to contact you and we can help you take a look."

Zhu Minyan shook her head again, "Dr. Du is the dean of our hometown health center. He is very young. I guess he may have just turned 30."

"30 years old? Don't..."

"Mr. Zhang, I won't talk anymore, I should take the medicine, thank you."

As he said that, he quickly hung up the phone, and seeing Wu Buwei who came in with the medicine, he quickly took off the scarf on his face.

Wu Buwei looked at it and smiled, "Who are you chatting with? You are not afraid of the heat, you are so tightly wrapped." After taking off the scarf, seeing the white spots on Zhu Minyan's face again, Wu Buwei comforted Zhu Min Yan, "Don't worry, our dean can cure your tumor and treat this little white spot on your face with ease."

Zhu Minyan took the medicine from Wu Buwei's hand, "Can't we treat this vitiligo first?"

Wu Buwei shook his head amusedly, it seems that girls, as long as they are not about to die at that time, the most important concern must be their appearance, and beauty is always the first priority.

Then he explained with a smile, "In your current situation, the tumor must be treated first. The tumor has already threatened your life, but the vitiligo on your face will not."

"Can't we treat together?"

"No, the medicines for the two diseases must be different, and there is a danger of drug conflicts when used together. Alright, drink the medicine quickly, and I'll tell you something when I'm done."

Zhu Minyan stopped asking, took the medicine and drank it.

But she didn't know that just after she hung up the video, her teacher Zhang jumped in anger on Qingbei campus, thousands of miles away.

If it wasn't for the fact that there were too many students going back and forth, he would have wanted to vent his anger by shouting twice.

For a week, I first helped to ask for policies to apply for a suspension of school, then I was busy applying for subsidies, and finally I begged my grandpa to sue my grandma and left Expert Lan.

But in the end, the goal I worked hard for had already found a doctor in the health center to see a doctor in that small corner of Jinzhou.

What happened to this world?
Motivated, the young teacher Zhang returned home absent-mindedly, and then went to sleep with his head covered.

He couldn't figure out why Zhu Minyan didn't choose to come to the capital, but to seek medical treatment in Jinzhou, a city just next to the second tier.

What's so good about Dr. Du that he can let this girl choose him instead of an expert in the capital?

And he is a 30-year-old Chinese medicine doctor! ! !

why?
Why?
I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out.

At noon, the young teacher Zhang fell asleep on the sofa.

At this time, an old man with silver hair and wrinkled eyes walked into the door, looked at his grandson who was sleeping on the sofa, walked up to him and couldn't help kicking his butt.

"Hmm~~~" The young and handsome teacher Zhang opened his eyes in a daze.

I was too absorbed in thinking about things in the morning, I racked my brains and didn't seem to understand why, but I managed to make myself fall asleep.

"Grandpa, you're back." Teacher Zhang touched the kicked butt, turned over and got up from the sofa, "What time is it, Grandpa?"

The old man glanced at the young man on the sofa angrily, and slowly sat next to him, "Xintian, you said your students were coming, I have been waiting for you all morning, but I didn't see the malignant lymphoma you mentioned, you I haven't seen it either. Is it fun to fool grandpa?"

Zhang Xintian shook his bewildered head, and said dejectedly, "My student is not coming, she will be treated in Jinzhou."

"Golden State? You didn't ask her to come to the capital?"

"I called and said your old man's name, but this girl still won't come."

The old man smiled, "I didn't expect that my name, Lan Changhua, sometimes doesn't work, hey, I'm old."

Zhang Xintian sat down next to the old man, "I'm sorry, Grandpa, for delaying your work." Zhang Xintian's tone was full of apology.

Lan Changhua is indeed his grandfather, but he is also a leader in the field of Chinese medicine in China.

Although he is 70 years old, his work schedule is more full than what young people like himself have arranged.

Originally, my grandfather was going to Nantanzi Hospital in the south for some exchange meetings today, and he was the keynote speaker for one of them, but because he spoke up, my grandfather delayed his schedule by a day.

However, he screwed up himself.

The old man smiled indifferently, "It's okay, everyone is eating and drinking today, and the official meeting will be tomorrow, so let's take a rest today."

He stretched out his hand and pushed Zhang Xintian away who was leaning over, "Don't be so tired, sit farther away."

After Zhang Xintian reluctantly took two seats, the old man Lan Changhua said again, "Your student is also a medical student. Although he is not a major, he should have heard of my Lanshentang in our school." Name. Tell me, how did she reject me?"

Zhang Xintian sighed, leaned directly on the back of the sofa, and lay flat on his back, "She said she has already started receiving treatment."

Lan Changhua sighed slightly.

It seems that it is the same as before, and I have started to receive chemotherapy from Western medicine.

With the decline of traditional Chinese medicine, people's first reaction when they get sick is to go to western medicine first, and then they will find their own Chinese medicine doctors when they can't stop tossing there.

Even though he is now an expert enjoying state subsidies, this result still cannot be changed.

Zhang Xintian didn't see his grandfather, he just looked at the roof with dull eyes. He still can't figure out why Zhu Minyan rejected him.

"My student said that she went to the health center in her hometown and found a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine to start treatment."

Zhang Xintian sat up abruptly, "It's a 30-year-old doctor of traditional Chinese medicine. Isn't that funny? At 30 years old, can he diagnose the pulse, can he prescribe prescriptions, dare to treat malignant lymphoma, who gave him the courage?"

Lan Changhua was a little surprised when he heard that it was a Chinese medicine doctor, "Then there must be something else for your student to choose this doctor? Otherwise, I believe she would not refuse to come to the capital."

"She said that the lump on her body has softened, so she will continue to receive treatment and won't come." Zhang Xintian fell down on the sofa again discouraged.

But Lan Changhua heard something different, thought for a while and hurriedly said, "Give me a copy of your student's information, hurry up."

Zhang Xintian glanced at his grandfather suspiciously, not understanding what he was going to do.

Lan Changhua stared, "What are you looking at? I told you to study clinical medicine, but you insisted on studying public health. Now it's all right, you don't understand anything. Hurry up and find it for me!"

Zhang Xintian got up quickly, not understanding why his grandfather suddenly lost his temper.

Lan Changhua flipped through the checklist and other things in his hand, and looked up at Zhang Xintian after a long time, "You didn't make any mistakes with this thing?"

Zhang Xintian spread his hands, "I asked Mr. Li for this. He found it for me from his medical records. I have also confirmed it repeatedly. There is no possibility of mistakes."

After speaking, he leaned forward a bit, looked at the checklist himself, and asked suspiciously, "Grandpa, is there a problem?"

Lan Changhua glared at his grandson again, "Is there a problem? It's a big problem."

After finishing speaking, he pointed to the list in his hand and said, "Look at the record on it. The mass is hard and cannot be pushed. This is the record from last Friday. Now the mass has softened. Do you know what this means?"

"what?"

Lan Changhua glanced at the grandson angrily, "The tumor is effective, and the treatment is effective."

Zhang Xintian looked at Lan Changhua in disbelief, "Grandpa, are you saying that the doctor of traditional Chinese medicine treated him correctly? This is impossible, right? He is only 30 years old, and he hasn't even grown a few hairs yet."

"It's not about being young." Lan Changhua felt a little bit of joy in his heart, and he didn't know where this joy came from.

"Maybe he was blind?" Zhang Xintian still didn't believe that a small place where only 30-year-olds could treat tumors.

Lan Changhua let out a long breath, and looked at Zhang Xintian seriously, "Xintian, do Grandpa a favor."

"Grandpa, tell me."

"Keep in touch with your student every day and ask about her condition changes. If you can get the treatment records, that would be the best."

Zhang Xintian looked at his grandfather in surprise, "Grandpa, what are you doing?"

"Let's take a look first, maybe there will be unexpected gains."

Seeing that his grandfather didn't seem to be joking, Zhang Xintian agreed.

And even if grandpa doesn't say anything, he will take the initiative to contact his students every day.

If I am a good doctor in my life, I have no hope of curing diseases and saving lives.

But being a teacher with peaches and plums all over the world is also a good choice.

Moreover, Zhu Minyan was in his own class, and in Qingbei, a place where many talents gathered, he was also an outstanding student, so he must pay attention to it.

"Okay." Zhang Xintian agreed, and then asked again, "Then how can I tell you, should I call every day to talk about it, or wait for you to come back and talk about it together."

Lan Changhua thought for a while, "Call me at night."

Zhang Xintian snorted, "Grandpa, you really are. How many years have you been retired? Why do you still run out for meetings every day? Is there no one in your Chinese medicine practitioners? Let you run outside every day, an old man. You can do it now." You should rest at home and take care of yourself.”

Lan Changhua who said this sighed, he didn't want to run away either.

But Chinese medicine is really weak in succession, and I can't find a successor myself.

(End of this chapter)