This doctor is not short of money

"Yuck~~~"

As soon as he entered the door, Director Huang heard the sound of vomiting.

At the same time, what caught the eye was a basin filled with black and red dirt under the girl's drooping head.

Looking at the dirt in the basin, Director Huang couldn't stop scolding his mother in his heart.

If his status allows, he will pour out all the vicious swear words he has heard, learned, and accumulated over the past 40 years.

If the woman next to her, this woman who was still chattering, as if urging her to die, was his wife, he would directly serve her with a big ear, and if she didn't slap her, she would cry for her father and mother, and her surname was not Huang.

Director Huang's throat twitched, and he turned his head and gritted his teeth and asked the woman beside him, "Is this the vomiting of blood you said?"

The woman cried and said, "Isn't that counted? Look, it's all blood bumps the size of finger balls."

Director Huang held his breath in his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

As a last resort, he could only straighten his back a little to calm the stale air in his chest.

This little girl, since she was hospitalized in the morning, has been tugging at her heartstrings, fiddled with her repeatedly, plus Director Yang's mistakes earlier, made Director Huang very nervous all the time.

Just now, I was so frightened by the word "vomiting blood" by this woman that my heart almost jumped out of my throat.

But when I got there, I saw that the bottom of the basin was only covered with a thin layer.

Although it is a little more than what Du Heng said, it has nothing to do with vomiting blood at all.

"Yuck~"

"Ugh~~~~~"

Two consecutive retching sounds, and it was the kind of protracted retching, still pulled Director Huang's mind back from running around, and made him involuntarily look at the source of the sound.

Just when his eyes moved over, the girl vomited again.

But this time, it was no longer retching.

But with the sound of vomiting, it came out together, and there was a big mouthful of dark brown condensation.

How big is this big mouth?

It adds up to about half the size of a fist.

And this amount is barely considered 'vomiting blood'?

Director Huang was in a daze. Looking at everything in front of him, he suddenly thought of what the woman said just now.

"Director Huang, look, I didn't lie to you, did I? I just vomited blood profusely." The woman beside me became excited again, and shouted into Director Huang's ear.

Director Huang rubbed his ears subconsciously, then glanced at the busy nurse beside the bed, then turned to the woman and said, "Didn't you see that is black blood?
I told you normal phenomena, normal phenomena, why are you always surprised? "

The woman didn't care about Huang Zhu's tone, she said to herself, "Is it really all right? Is it really normal?"

Director Huang saw that the girl was no longer vomiting and lay down again, so he was ready to go out, "Don't make a fuss, if there is a problem, our doctors and nurses will definitely tell you."

After speaking, Director Huang left the ward, and silently wiped the sweat off his forehead. …

Just now, I was really scared into a cold sweat.

But Director Huang hesitated after wiping off his sweat.

The girl's vomit was somewhat different from what Du Heng said and what he thought.Director Huang, who was worried, called Du Heng over again, and asked him, the doctor who prescribed the medicine, to confirm it, so that he could rest assured.

Du Heng actually didn't want to come.

Because although what Director Huang said was a bit serious, it was within his expectations.

But I had to come. After all, Director Huang is the attending doctor, and the other one is for the sake of the patients.

After dawdling over, Du Heng inspected the filth and checked the girl again.

"The effect is very good, and it is better than I expected."

Du Heng said in front of the patient this time, "Before I thought, this little girl has undergone two operations, and now she has a cyst, so her body must be weak, so the effect of absorbing the medicine will be less.

But I also overlooked one point. This little girl is young and has a good body. The effect of absorbing the medicine is much better than I expected.

The effect of the medicine is almost fully exerted, so it is normal for the reaction to be a little bigger. "

Hearing Du Heng's confirmation, Director Huang breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, "Has the stroke problem been alleviated?"

Du Heng chuckled, "The little girl is right in front of me, do you think her hands are still convulsed? You can also ask her to see if she can talk now?"

Following Du Heng's voice, Director Huang couldn't help observing the girl, and found that the girl's hands were no different from ordinary people at this moment, which made him admire Du Heng a little.

Although I don't know if the cyst problem can be solved, but looking at the filth spit out now and the fingers that have returned to normal, I know that Director Wu is not bragging, and that Deputy Director Du is really awesome.

"Is that all right?" Director Huang looked at Du Heng, "Isn't stroke difficult to treat?"

To Director Huang's doubts, Du Heng smiled and replied, "Didn't I just say that the little girl's problem, strictly speaking, is not a stroke.

It is the internal wind induced by hot and hot drugs, thus forming the illusion of stroke.

As long as the heat in the body is discharged and the meridians are unblocked, the problem of paralysis of the meridians will be automatically resolved. "

Speaking of this, Du Heng couldn't help being a little more serious, "In fact, a large part of patients, such as numbness in the hands, cramps, and slurred speech, are not strokes in the strict sense.

But in the end it turned into a stroke, and most of the time it was treated as a stroke in the early stage.After the misuse of wind medicine, what is not also becomes what is.

And this is the most difficult condition to treat.

In my project group, patients with hemiplegia, chicken feet and other problems caused by wrong treatment accounted for at least one-third. "

Director Huang stared straight, "Really? Is it so dangerous to drink traditional Chinese medicine?"

Du Heng shook his head, "It's not that drinking traditional Chinese medicine is dangerous, it's the traditional Chinese medicine prescribed by the dialectic, which is dangerous to drink.

Like Western medicine, Chinese medicine also has requirements for correct usage and dosage. "

Listening to Du Heng's justification for his words, Director Huang suddenly smiled, "Indeed, there is no right or wrong medicine, the problem is still with the person who uses it." …

After confirming that there was no problem, Director Huang's attitude towards Du Heng became much more enthusiastic, and he asked his family members to leave with Du Heng.

At this time, the girl's mother suddenly grabbed Du Heng and asked, "Doctor, is my daughter still throwing up?" As she spoke, she looked at her daughter on the hospital bed intently.

The way of vomiting just now, although in the eyes of the doctor, it is a very normal phenomenon, but in her eyes, every time her daughter vomits, it seems to be pulling her heart.

Du Heng stopped in his tracks, and said slowly, "Just now, after drinking the medicine, the body suddenly absorbed the properties of the medicine, and gave a stress response. After this effort, I didn't vomit much.

But the patient will have pus and blood in the stool when defecating.

Don't be nervous when you see this, it's a normal reaction. "

The woman was told to explain again, and she seemed to finally understand, "Thank you doctor, I understand, as long as my daughter doesn't vomit blood, it's too scary to look at."

This time, Du Heng and Director Huang finally left the ward.

But as soon as he left the ward, there was a disgusting voice behind him, "I want Coke, I want Coke, I want iced Coke, are you blind, my mouth is full of bitter taste. "

Such an annoying voice made Du Heng speechless, and couldn't help but look back at Director Huang.

Director Huang understood what Du Heng meant at a glance, and said with a wry smile, "I'm familiar with the family, and the woman is my wife's colleague, and this child has been spoiled since he was a child.

Anyway, from the few times I have met, I can see some relatively bad things about her every time. "

Du Heng shrugged his shoulders, noncommittal, but at the same time, it also brought back his memories of one incident.

On a certain day in January this year.

When Du Heng was grieving for the little boy because he had just watched the trial of those professional doctors, he suddenly received a call from the acting director of the Department of Pediatrics.

"What happened?" When he arrived at the pediatrics department, Du Heng looked at the combination of an old man, a middle-aged man, a young man, two girls and a boy in the consulting room, and Du Heng basically knew it in his mind.

The acting director of the Pediatrics Department said in a low voice, "The kid opposite has frequent indigestion, his mother and grandma brought him for a checkup."

Du Heng frowned, "The child is unwilling, or is the child's grandma unwilling?"

The acting director of the Department of Pediatrics smiled wryly, "I wanted to do a gastroscopy for the child, but the child didn't want to. The child's grandma kept telling the child what to do, and this mother was also a temper tantrum, and she couldn't handle her son all the time."

"Then you called me over?"

"Their family has been making such a fuss all the time, so the patients behind here can't be seen." The acting director looked at Du Heng and said, "I thought that since the child is unwilling to have an examination, then the dean, you can use traditional Chinese medicine to check it.

Send it away quickly, I will take care of the patients behind. "

Du Heng thought for a while, nodded and agreed.

After Du Heng sat down and called the family of three again, the child took his pulse as soon as he heard it was Chinese medicine. When there was no other examination, he still cooperated with Du Heng very much.

And he was very polite to Du Heng.

It was just a matter of a few minutes, and the matter ended happily. …

The mother took the child, followed by the grandma, and walked slowly towards the door of the consulting room. Du Heng also got up and was about to leave.

It's just that the mother in front just walked to the door, and suddenly said to the child, "Bao'er, we have already come to the hospital, why don't we have a gastroscopy.

This way the doctor can see it more clearly, don’t you think so? "

The boy immediately showed an impatient look, and pushed the woman, "Don't worry about it, hurry up and go."

And the grandma who walked at the end also said, "The doctor has already seen it, and it is so uncomfortable to have a gastroscopy, so don't bother the child."

The mother who was walking in front was pushed back a bit, but she still stopped and turned around to continue to say something.

But to her surprise, the boy behind her didn't give her a chance to speak at all, and pushed her mother out of the consulting room with another push.

But this time, the mothers could no longer stabilize their bodies, and staggered, fell to the wall of the corridor, and then fell to the ground.

And the next scene surprised Du Heng.

I saw this young man stepping over his mother's fallen body, turning around and walking away.

And the grandma who was following behind, just said calmly, "Look, you are mad at the baby." After finishing speaking, she followed the boy's footsteps and left.

Du Heng took two quick steps and helped the fallen woman up, "Are you all right? Shall I go in and show you?"

The woman smiled awkwardly, stretched out her hand and patted her pant leg, and then followed quickly.

Why did Du Heng recall this incident? It was such a incident. It happened twice before his eyes.

Basically the same characters, roughly similar results.

It's just that one walked away without looking at it, and the other just punched and kicked.

One is cold, one is violent, and both are teenagers targeting their mothers.

Therefore, Du Heng was not surprised to hear the girl on the hospital bed yelling at the mother who took care of her.

The social atmosphere is like this, and it doesn't make any difference because one is the capital and the other is inland; one has a good economy and the other has a poor economy.

Because they all raised their children as their fathers, it is not surprising that such a result occurred.

Director Huang explained, so he didn't want to talk about it, "Hey, Director Du, it's time for dinner, shall we have dinner together?

I just have a lot of questions, and I want to chat with you. Do you have time? "

Of course Du Heng would not refuse such an invitation.

Make more friends, especially friends like Director Huang, no one will refuse.

Moreover, even if I refuse, I still have to eat.

Besides, Director Huang changed his name from Deputy Director Du at the beginning to Director Du directly.

After this chat, the noon break time was completely lost. When it was time to go to work in the afternoon, the two were reluctant to part.

Du Heng went to the outpatient clinic to pick up Director Wu's outpatient tasks, while Director Huang went back to his office and was busy with his own affairs.

Good Friends Hospital, compared to the city's women and children, or even the provincial one, the number of patients is not of the same order at all.

It's already in the afternoon, and the number of Du Heng's chief outpatient clinics has not decreased at all compared to the morning.

If this is in Jinzhou, in the afternoon, the number of outpatients is basically sparse, even if it is the first hospital of the province and the first hospital of Jinda University, it is almost the same.
Moreover, director Wu was delayed for a while because of the consultation problem in the morning, and there was a backlog of more than a dozen patients, and now these patients are all overwhelmed by Du Heng.

Not to mention, he has to wipe his boss's ass.

But then again, Du Heng can be regarded as sitting in the outpatient clinic of a well-known capital hospital for a month, and the cases he came into contact with are basically not much different from when he was in Jinzhou.

Even the illness of some patients, in Du Heng's view, is so simple that it couldn't be more simple. Even if it is given to Wu Buwei and Li Shuxun now, it is a matter of pinching.

However, these people just want to travel thousands of miles to the capital, squeeze into a two-day appointment as the director of the good friend hospital, and then end the treatment this time in a few words.

pity?

How much money?

too free?
Or is there really no reliable Chinese medicine in their local area?

After getting in touch with more, Du Heng also discovered that these problems exist in these people, that is, both.

In their minds, the medical level in the capital is better than that in their local area.

It's just that there are some people here who really have no choice but to come to the capital to try their luck.

Hey!