Ji Xiang has no interest in Deng Chaohong's grievances and grievances.

He walked to the patient's ward with a pen and notebook, preparing to ask about medical history, write medical records, and complete preoperative preparations.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with Ji Xiang's memory. Even without taking notes, he can repeat everything said by the patient's family members when he returns to the doctor's office.

But after all, we need to give patients a more "professional" attitude, making people feel that professionalism is sometimes more important than "professionalism".

Many times, attitude is very important, because patients and their families do not understand what professionalism is.

This can be regarded as a reassurance for patients and their families.

Knock on the door and enter the ward.

The patient is sitting on the hospital bed and brushing his cell phone with his left hand.

The middle-aged woman was peeling an apple. She glanced at the young doctor and didn't move.

An elegant middle-aged man sat on the sofa in the single room. He glanced at Ji Xiang calmly and said nothing.

"Hello, I'm here to inquire about the medical history." Ji Xiang smiled and said gently, not minding that no one in the patient's family paid attention to his affairs.

"Didn't I tell you everything before?" the middle-aged man said impatiently.

He seemed to be worried and slightly irritable.

"The situation that Teacher Deng asked about is different from writing a medical record." The smile on Ji Xiang's face did not change at all. He said lightly, "That's it, we..."

"Let your teacher come." The middle-aged man waved his hand, "Otherwise, I will have to ask again if something is wrong."

Ji Xiang was slightly embarrassed.

If you are not in the hospital, you can turn around and leave without paying any attention to this person.

But in the hospital, I had a different identity and a different social label. It was unacceptable to be angry.

"In the hospitals in the provincial capital, from director to doctor, no one is reliable. I had surgery half a year ago, and there were so many hypes about arthroscopy, small damage, and recovery after surgery."

The middle-aged man said scornfully, "What a fool!"

"There are preoperative instructions before the operation. The doctor at the First Affiliated Hospital should not say that it will definitely be cured." Ji Xiang smiled and retorted.

The middle-aged man glanced at Ji Xiang and curled his lips. He was too lazy to argue with a little doctor. If he slapped the table and scolded his mother, he would have to scold the director. He had no interest in arguing with a little doctor like Ji Xiang.

There was a knock on the door, and a man with glasses opened the door and came in.

"Xiao Cheng, let him go out and ask for a medical history. Send a young doctor over. What should I do if the professor in the imperial capital is not satisfied?" said the middle-aged man.

"Little doctor." The man with glasses clicked his eyes and understood the situation instantly. He pulled Ji Xiang's sleeve, "Let's go out and talk."

Ji Xiang was helpless and left the ward with the man with glasses.

"Are you unhappy that there are experts invited from outside, but Professor Deng doesn't come forward?" After the man with glasses went out, his previous humility disappeared like the wind. Although he was shorter than Ji Xiang, he asked in a condescending tone.

"No." Ji Xiang answered truthfully.

"Haha, I guessed it a long time ago." The man with glasses said with a contemptuous smile, "No matter what medicine or equipment you use, you will get a kickback, right? If you hire outside experts, the money may be gone, so Deng

The professor was particularly unhappy."

Ji Xiang frowned slightly and looked sideways at the man with glasses, "Are you the secretary?"

….

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"You can also have a secretary when you treat your child? You should be getting a salary from the state, right?"

"!!!"

The man with glasses was a little angry. He didn't expect that this young doctor would talk to him in such a harsh manner.

It's just that for a moment he didn't know how to refute.

There were patients from other wards in the corridor, and the patients' family members were walking around. If an argument with this little doctor was recorded and posted online, it would definitely be a big trouble.

If it is not handled well, the trouble will be huge and may even affect the future.

The bespectacled man's expression turned grim.

"Since the family refuses, then I

Go back and talk to Professor Deng." Ji Xiang didn't bother with him and left with a smile.

Back in the office, Ji Xiang and Deng Chaohong talked about what happened in the ward.

"Just get used to it." Deng Chaohong didn't care. He just smiled and said, "I'll write this medical record myself. It's just a matter of fooling me. It's an outside expert anyway."

"Mr. Deng, I have seen family members of patients praise the doctor vigorously in front of them, then turn around and tell other patients all sorts of things. But this..."

"They are used to being prestigious in places." Deng Chaohong said, "Many people don't know that they are just sesame-sized and mung-bean-sized until they go to the imperial capital. As the old saying goes, sit in a well and look at the sky."

"I roughly understand." Ji Xiang said.

"Oh? You understand what? Tell me." Deng Chaohong said with a smile.

He didn't believe that Ji Xiang could understand the twists and turns inside just a few words.

Originally, Deng Chaohong imagined that Ji Xiang would say a lot of paradoxical things. Now that the Internet is so developed, chicken soup articles can be seen everywhere, and anyone can say a few words.

But Ji Xiang didn't say anything, he just smiled and said, "Teacher Deng, you ask about the medical history. I will take care of the rest."

"I'm not going to ask about the medical history either." Deng Chaohong said, "Our Second Affiliated Hospital has very few outside experts, but it's not none. Zhao Zhe, you Yuan Liao are doing the same thing."

"Teacher Deng, there are several types of experts we invite from outside." Zhao Zhe listened to Deng Chaohong's question and immediately said, "The first type is that the department has long-term contacts with experts from provincial capitals, imperial capitals, and magical capitals, and has a tacit understanding of cooperation.

You just do what you want, and there are normal procedures for the experts to review films and the like, which are no different from the patients admitted by the department.

Another option is to have an expert or professor invited by the patient’s family. If you encounter a similar situation, it is best to call that expert and professor and ask him what special examinations are needed.

Some experts and professors come to throw knives and start picking pricks as soon as they enter the door. This is not okay and that is not okay. I have met similar experts and professors who can't even use our hemostatic forceps. My thought at the time was..."

Deng Chaohong also knew Zhao Zhe. This old chief doctor talked a lot. After hearing what he said, he started to ramble on and interrupted Zhao Zhe's words.

"It's probably like this. My senior brother must be picky. He is this kind of person." Deng Chaohong said, "So for this job, we can only write a medical record. What else can we do? 'The superior doctor wants us to do it.'"

Let’s do whatever we want.”

Ji Xiang felt a little regretful.

He learned the dragon-slaying skill from System N, but suddenly there was no dragon to slay, and Ji Xiang felt a little bit nervous.

"It's okay, this is all a minor problem." Deng Chaohong said, "Don't worry about it. I will take care of this patient myself."

Lu Kai felt particularly embarrassed. He scratched his head but couldn't say anything.

The patient was "introduced" by him and was the first order to accompany the examiner, but Lu Kai never expected that there would be so many ups and downs in the process, and he felt that his future was dark.

Healing doctor.

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