Yu Gangan was worried about the beauty master and called several friends in Baiyang City to confirm that Nanzhen Street had been established and the relocation had begun.
She guessed that maybe she was overthinking it.
If she stayed in the capital to study, she would immediately think of Mr. Huang.
Mr. Huang is not only a representative of Jingfang Sect and a famous master of traditional Chinese medicine in Beijing, but he is also the honorary dean and doctoral supervisor of Beijing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
Previously, Mr. Huang had intended for her to go to the Royal Medical Hall for consultation. Since she decided to stay in the capital, the Royal Medical Hall was the best choice.
Imperial Medical Hall belongs to the Beijing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine and is based on specialty and specialty diseases. There are not only nationally famous and experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctors with extensive knowledge of the past and present, but also many talented young experts and medical doctors who have learned both Chinese and Western medicine.
This is also the place where my grandfather used to stay, and Yu Gangan once imagined that he could cure diseases and save people here.
Yu Gangan called Mr. Huang, who happened to be at the Royal Medical Hall today, and asked her to go directly to the Royal Medical Hall to find him.
People came and went in the halls and corridors of the Royal Medical Hall, and almost every doctor was fully booked.
Mr. Huang is in the Royal Medical Hall and only attends clinics two mornings a week.
To see him, you need to make an appointment in advance. His number is difficult to get, and you usually have to wait two or three months in advance to get one.
There was a registration table outside the clinic, and a nurse was sitting there.
Yu Gangan walked over and asked, "Hello, is Mr. Huang here?"
The nurse smiled slightly at Yu Gangan: "What's your name?"
"Yu Gangan."
Thinking that Yu Gangan was a patient, she flipped through the appointment register for a long time: "Your name is not on it."
"I'm not here to see a doctor? I'm here to see Mr. Huang," Yu Gangan smiled at her, hoping that she would let him in.
But when he was rejected, the nurse was polite but stern: "I'm sorry, I can't let you in without an appointment. If you have agreed with Mr. Huang to come to him, just give him a call."
There were people who wanted to use this method to see a doctor. Mr. Huang would never ask the other person if they had an appointment, so she had to keep a close eye on the outside.
The person who came to the hospital to see Mr. Huang was not a high-ranking official, but no matter who he was, he had to make an appointment and wait in line.
Yu Gangan also understood her.
She walked away, took out her cell phone from her bag, and dialed Mr. Huang's number.
Mr. Huang was probably seeing a doctor, so his cell phone was muted. Yu Gangan called several times, but no one answered.
Seeing that it was almost twelve o'clock, Mr. Huang should have almost finished get off work, so she thought about waiting outside for Mr. Huang to get off work.
Yu Gangan found a chair in the corridor and sat down, and at the same time sent a message to Yu Gangan telling him his location.
At this time, a young fashionable beauty was supporting a middle-aged aunt as she walked and found a chair. The aunt's face was pale, her lips were dry, and she looked weak.
Yu Gangan immediately stood up and gave up his seat to this aunt.
"Thank you, thank you," the young woman said twice, then helped the aunt to sit down: "Mom, please slow down."
Auntie was weak, panting and leaning on the chair.
Yu Gangan stood against the wall and looked at them, and asked casually: "What's going on, aunt?"
The young woman frowned, sighed and said: "For chronic food poisoning, the hospital prescribed medicine, but I have been hospitalized for almost a month, and it has not healed. I don't prescribe medicine. I will need to recover for a month before going for a check-up." "
(End of chapter)