When Guo Haidong wanted to ask what Zhen Fei meant, Zhen Fei was also dumbfounded, and subconsciously said: "What do you mean? What do you mean?"
Guo Haidong sat down and pointed his finger at Zhen Fei's nose and said, "You, you, you are typically emotionally slow. The emergency department has sold you to you. Are you still helping to count the money?"
"Sell me?" Zhen Fei looked at the two classmates and said blankly: "No, I'm sitting here, isn't it good?"
"That's you. I can bear it. I'll be able to catch up with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. If it's me, I immediately started to make trouble. The bigger the trouble, the better."
After talking for a long time, Zhen Fei didn't know what Guo Haidong wanted to say. He turned his eyes on Leng Xiao for help.
Turning his lips, Leng Xiao was also very dissatisfied with Guo Haidong’s statement, saying: "Zhen Fei, there is a rumor in the hospital. The director of the emergency department gave you a terminally ill patient for treatment. This is harming you. Isn’t it true? come out?"
"No." Zhen Fei immediately understood that this was because someone had misunderstood the meaning of the department director Fang Kangyong. In fact, the patient Ma Dafu still asked Zhen Fei to take the next step. No wonder Fang Kangyong, Ma Dafu’s economic conditions were not good. Fang Kangyong has no solution, and he has no money to get the medicine. This kind of patient will make the doctor a headache wherever he goes.
"Let's take a look, Leng Xiao, this is the man you like, fool, this is the real fool." Guo Haidong began to criticize Zhen Fei fiercely.
"How do you talk?" Leng Xiao objected: "I like Zhen Fei. It is my personal business. It has nothing to do with you. Don't hit me with my preferences. Besides, how can Zhen Fei do? Become a fool? Are you the smartest one in the world?"
Seeing the entanglement of the two classmates, Zhen Fei suddenly felt a big head. In recent years, not only Leng Xiao, but also many girls, have expressed love to him face to face. But after seeing Zhen Fei's living conditions with his own eyes, one All of them flinched.
Zhen Fei hurriedly stopped the two of them and said, “Don’t quarrel. Someone has misunderstood this matter. The patient is called Ma Dafu. He is terminally ill, but Director Fang didn’t mean to harm me, and I asked for it. Treated Ma Dafu."
"Why are you so stupid?" Guo Haidong jumped up and said unreasonably, "Such a patient will die soon, don't you be afraid that the patient's family will say you are not acting? If you die in your hands, There is also the possibility of taking medical risks. Don’t say I’m not telling you. Now there is a law to hold doctors accountable. In other words, if there is any medical accident, the doctor can’t get rid of it. You are still in the internship stage. Mistakes, this life has no relationship with doctors, five years of university for nothing."
Leng Xiao also persuaded: "Zhen Fei, everyone is a classmate. You can't just watch you jump into the fire pit and not pull it."
"That's the truth." Guo Haidong clapped his hands and said: "After all, she is a lady from an intellectual family. She speaks well and is admirable." Guo Haidong never forgets the opportunity to flatter Leng Xiao.
Zhen Fei shook his head and said, "It is not as serious as what you said. In my life dictionary, I have never escaped anything. Since I met a patient like Ma Dafu, it is the same. I will not be because of his illness. He shut him out, I can't do such a thing."
"You're done, it's over..." Guo Haidong couldn't help shaking his head and sighed, but there was a vague sense of pride in his eyes. I wish that Zhen Fei became stupid and unlucky the better.
Leng Xiao admired Zhen Fei's firm stance and said: "You still do this with the student spirit in the school. The society is complicated. You must learn to weigh the pros and cons of gains and losses, and don't use emotion.
Zhen Fei, who was attacked by two classmates, said helplessly: "I will almost be defeated by you. I am not a kid anymore. I naturally know the severity and I will never mess around. Don't worry, even if it is a terminally ill patient, I also want to try my best to save the patient so that the patient will not wait to die."
"Let's go. Since Zhen Fei has said so, it means that he has a countermeasure." Guo Haidong did not come to comfort Zhen Fei at all, but was watching a joke. If it weren't for Leng Xiao, he would probably be lying on the ground. In which corner is there a secret smile.
As long as Zhen Fei is unlucky, Guo Haidong is happy. He will see how Zhen Fei loses the favor of girls after he walks out of the school. Because Leng Xiao's concern for Zhen Fei made Guo Haidong feel very uncomfortable, but he did not dare to show it clearly, for fear that Leng Xiao would say that he was gloating and falling into trouble.
Leng Xiao stood up and said emotionally: "Zhen Fei, don't carry anything alone. Remember, we are classmates and we need to help each other."
"Thank you, Leng Xiao, I am not the kind of person who closes the door and cries secretly." Zhen Fei was very grateful to Leng Xiao.
"You are that kind of person." Leng Xiao turned and walked out. She knew that Zhen Fei was an orphan, and she could walk step by step to the present. It was not as simple as closing the door secretly and hiding and crying, until she graduated from university. God knows how many wronged Zhen Fei suffered, how many eyeballs she suffered Wandering on the streets for money, and in order to keep a job, he endured many times the boss's scolding and making things difficult.
Although Zhen Fei never said the details of these difficulties, everyone who knows him deeply knows that Zhen Fei has been living very hard.
After the two enthusiastic classmates left, Zhen Fei forgot about the incident in a blink of an eye. From a certain point of view, comfort is to shed sympathetic tears and pale and weak words, and cannot solve any practical problems at all.
Zhen Fei’s time is very tight. He needs to memorize the pharmacology of more than 5,000 Chinese medicines in the book and the environment, place of production, and habits of growth. In order to make a reasonable analysis according to the different conditions of each patient, try to use the medicine.
Before leaving get off work, he gave Ma Dafu another acupuncture and moxibustion. Ma Dafu whispered: "Today, Director Fang asked me if you gave me a prescription. I shook my head and said no."
After a daze, Zhen Fei said, "I have prescribed a prescription for you, why can't I tell Director Fang?"
Ma Dafu said mysteriously: "You are an intern, and you are not qualified to prescribe a prescription. Moreover, based on my years of experience, your prescription is unreasonable."
Depressed Zhen Fei said, "Why is it unreasonable?"
"My wife took a look at the doctor in the pharmacy, and the doctor said, your prescription is for diarrhea, not for bowel cancer at all."
Zhen Fei was almost dizzy, and said: "If the prescription I prescribe allows others to easily grasp the pharmacodynamics, your disease may be cured long ago. Do you still need surgery and chemotherapy?"
Ma Dafu stared at him firmly, nodded slowly and said, "You are right. I ignored this reason. Dr. Zhen, you have one."
"Then hurry up and get medical treatment. My acupuncture is to delay the onset of your illness, and there is no cure at all." Zhen Fei is very anxious. He is now more and more proficient in acupuncture and can already feel that cancer cells are in Ma Dafu. Madness is raging in his body. Now, Ma Dafu's stomach is full of cancer cells. If it continues to spread and infringes on the liver, spleen and stomach and other internal organs, even the resurrection of Onmyoji will not be able to save Ma Dafu.
On the way home, Zhen Fei walked into a pharmacy and took a pill for Aunt Pan according to the prescription he prescribed.
The waiter in the pharmacy said, "Sir, do you have a casserole in your house?"
"Huh?" Zhen Fei asked in surprise.
"I mean, no one has prepared a casserole for making medicine. For the convenience of patients, our pharmacy can make medicine for you at a price of ten yuan for a pair of medicine. How convenient is it to go home with a hot soup? what."
"Yes, you are right, so let's boil the medicine here, how long does it take?" Zhen Fei remembered that there really is no professional tool like casserole at home.
"Soon, we are using a pressure cooker, and the medicine can be cooked in 20 minutes."
"Pressure cooker?" Zhen Fei was stunned, and said immediately: "No, you must slowly boil the medicine in a casserole. The pressure cooker will change the properties of the medicine." His words caught the attention of an elderly white-bearded patient who was sitting in the clinic.
The old man interrupted and said, "Young man, do you still know Chinese medicine?"
Zhen Fei hurriedly said: "Old sir, I am a doctor of Western medicine, and I have a little understanding of Chinese medicine.
Nodded, the old man picked up his prescription and looked at it, and said, "This is the prescription for rheumatism? But it's not like that. The amount of ephedra is too heavy, the amount of astragalus is a little lighter, and this is aconitum. The medicines have no effect on rheumatism. Well, several medicines such as Guizhi and Caulis spatholobi are reasonable. These medicines are externally applied."
Zhen Fei respectfully said: "This is an ancestral recipe for my neighbor. She got rheumatism in the late stage, so the medication must be a little more precipitous."
"Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to Guyuan Peili. Even if the disease is not cured, it will not do much harm. At most, patients have some adverse reactions."
Zhen Fei believed in the book that the Onmyoji had given him very much. He couldn't listen to the old gentleman's words, and said to the waiter: "Simmer in a casserole, hurry up, I'm waiting to get the medicine back here."
Zhen Fei, who was waiting at the counter to get the medicine, took the opportunity to chat with the old man and asked a few questions about the compatibility of Chinese medicine. The old man was surprised and said: "Your Chinese medicine skills are very high, and the questions you ask are all advanced. The theory is that the TCM community is also arguing, forgive me for not being able to fully answer it. Traditional Chinese medicine is one-minded and not fixed."
Zhen Fei was surprised by what the old man said. He said in amazement, "Really? These questions have troubled me for several days. I didn't expect it to be a controversial issue. Then, old man, have you heard about Yin Yang needles? ?"
"Yin-Yang Needle?" The old man looked at him suspiciously and said, "Yin-Yang Needle is just a legend. Nian Gengyao, who was a mole, used yin and yang needles to treat General Zhengxi’s illness. But later, General Nianda offended the emperor and was killed by the emperor. Things no one can think of."
"It turns out that there is still such a past." Zhen Fei was surprised. There was a mole under his master Onmyoji's left eyebrow. Is it true that what Onmyoji said to him was true? Onmyoji has lived for more than five hundred years.
The old man then asked: "How did you hear about Yin Yang Needle?"
After thinking for a while, Zhen Fei bluntly told: "I am the descendant of Yin Yang Needle. I didn't expect Yin Yang Needle to have such a mysterious and glorious past." ()