Doctor of Healing

Chapter 605 Asclepius is alive

Director Fan didn't know who Victor Wenbanyama was. He didn't watch basketball, he only watched football.

But this seemed to be a relatively good gimmick, and he began to think about it.

Celebrities, sports stars, come to China for surgery, which is itself a gimmick.Coupled with the star halo shrouded, it seems to have a trick!

However, he came to China to find Ji Xiang for surgery. He should not be a well-known star, even a third-rate star is reluctant.

Director Fan then picked up his phone and started searching for Wenban Yama.

He was dumbfounded when he saw a series of glamorous resumes under the name of Wen Banyama.

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Zhao Zhe accompanied Ji Xiang to complete the room check, and wrote the medical records with a smile.

For this, Zhao Mengmeng expressed her envy.When I came to participate in a program, I seldom wrote the medical records by myself, and someone did it for me.

"Doctor Ji Xiang, the show seems to be coming to an end, are you really not going to stay?" Zhao Mengmeng asked timidly.

"Probably not." Ji Xiang didn't say anything too sure, and still kept the doctor's ambiguous tone.

"It's a pity, I want to stay but I can't." Zhao Mengmeng felt a little regretful, but she smiled, "But this time it's quite rewarding, at least one more paper on "New England"."

As soon as Mr. Miao heard the top paper, he salivated enviously, and transformed into Deputy Director Zou, barely wearing a surgical mask.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

A middle-aged man knocked on the door.

"Please come in." Mr. Miao knew that he was a family member of the patient, holding a pennant in his hand, and at a glance, he knew that it was made by rushing overnight.

In the hospital, it is normal for the emergency department to receive a pennant if the first aid is successful.

"Hi, Dr. Miao." The patient's family members bowed their waists slightly, "We will be discharged tomorrow. Thank you for performing the surgery on this unexpected accident."

"You're welcome, as you should."

"We don't understand the rules of the hospital, so we rushed to make a pennant. Don't dislike it."

"How come, how come." Mr. Miao replied politely and took the silk banner.

On the pennant are written the words Miaoshouhuichun.

The family member of the patient was a little embarrassed. Seeing the stylized smile on Mr. Miao's face, he explained, "I really don't understand the rules of your hospital, but you are still young, so I dare not send the banner during the day."

"Uh..." Mr. Miao was slightly taken aback.

"This is an expression of gratitude to you, you must accept it."

"Okay, thank you." Mr. Miao then chatted a lot with the patient's family.

He opened a folder, printed out the post-discharge precautions that should have been given to the patient the next day, and explained them one by one.

More than ten minutes later, Mr. Miao still didn't understand when he sent away the patient's family members who were so grateful.

Zhao Zhe smiled like an old fox, "Boss Miao, this patient's family is very considerate."

"Zhouquan? I didn't feel it. It was the first time to collect the pennant in the middle of the night. It was weird."

"I used to work in a small hospital. There was a nurse in our department who had a very high level of acupuncture skills, and she spoke slowly no matter how urgent she was. She was also very gentle in feeding patients with gastric tubes and urinary tubes."

"When the patient was discharged from the hospital, she was given a pennant alone, just in time for our shift."

"Oh, that's a good thing." Mr. Miao replied casually.

Zhao Zhe looked Mr. Miao up and down for a few seconds, and seeing that he really thought so, he shook his head slightly.

"Boss Miao, the atmosphere in your department is really good." Zhao Zhe praised.

In his opinion, Miao is always a spoiled child.

"Of course, the second-line professors in other departments will curse at people when they answer the phone in the middle of the night. We are different. No matter who is in the second-line class, they don't mind coming to the operation in the middle of the night." Mr. Miao said, "My classmate... No, Brother Zhao, you continue explain."

"The nurse resigned soon." Zhao Zhe gave the answer directly.

"Resign? Why?"

"All the support and overtime head nurses will send her there, in the pretense of saying that she has a high level of technology and treats patients like a family."

Mr. Miao was taken aback, he knew all too well such disgusting things as support and overtime.In the future, there will be means of annual leave and non-payment due to shifts. It is easy for the head nurse to clean up a little nurse.

And the cause is a pennant.

Jealousy is one of the most basic human emotions.

Mr. Miao was right, he scratched his head and didn't know what to say, so he laughed.

"The patient's family members are good and can be treated." Zhao Zhe smiled, and then turned his head to look at Ji Xiang, "Xiao Ji, have you received a pennant?"

"Me." Ji Xiang thought for a while, "I received it once, during my internship."

"That's right, you can receive a pennant as an intern," Mr. Miao praised.

"I don't want to either. The patient's family members only wrote my name. There is no director or substitute professor. How can I accept the pennant?" Ji Xiang said.

"What did you do later?" Zhao Zhe looked at Ji Xiang curiously.

"This is also the wish of the patient's family, and I am too embarrassed to say no."

"Yes, what did you do?" Mr. Miao asked.

"I said that Hua Tuo's life is a traditional Chinese medicine statement, and we are Western medicine."

"..."

"..."

"I made a few jokes with the patient's family, but they brought the pennant back early the next morning."

"Are you kidding?" Zhao Zhe keenly grasped the key points in Ji Xiang's words.

"I said that the pennant of Western medicine should write that Asclepius is alive and Hippocrates is reborn."

"..."

There was an eerie silence in the house.

"Who is Asclepius?" Zhao Zhe asked suspiciously.

"The god of medicine in ancient Greek mythology." Zhao Mengmeng explained in a low voice.

"Hey." Ji Xiang scratched his head in embarrassment, "But the patient's family members still realize that it is not good to write only my name. After explaining to me, add a lot of names and put me at the end."

"The real Asclepius is alive, and Hippocrates is reborn?" Mr. Miao asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"Yes." Ji Xiang said, "It's very inappropriate. Bloodletting therapy should be popular at that time. Let half a basin of blood be used to balance the body fluids. Whether it works or not is a matter for the future."

"Hahaha." Zhao Zhe laughed amusedly.

"What happened next?" Mr. Miao asked with interest.

"Our director likes this pennant very much. He received eight hundred pennants instead of one thousand. They are all stacked together, even when they are hung. But this pennant is very special, at least it is different from other pennants when hung."

"That's true."

"The pennant hung in his office at the end of my internship."

Mr. Miao took a deep look at Ji Xiang.

"Mr. Miao, the atmosphere in your department is really good. I was not so lucky to meet a good director when I was young." Zhao Zhe glanced at Mr. Miao and said softly.

"It's okay. I did my internship, graduate school, and Ph.D. in the First Affiliated Hospital. At the beginning, I was a public enemy of gastrointestinal surgery."

(End of this chapter)