Chapter 3

Soon, Yang Xiaotian found a restaurant called "Marriott Hotel", which was nearby. It was only a few minutes' walk.

Strolling around, I first looked at the environment at the door. Although the environment of delicious places is not necessarily good, good places at least make people happy, right?

When he learned that there was only one, the welcome was obviously slightly surprised, but he soon asked whether it was in the hall or in the private room?

Isn't it insane to go to the private room alone?

With inexplicable eyes to see the welcome, Yang Xiaotian chose the hall, because it is the first time to come here, he asked the waiter to help recommend some dishes.

Due to drinking too much wine last night, Yang Xiaotian mainly chose fish and shrimp in his lunch list, and Yangzhou fried rice was his staple food.

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When Yang Xiaotian was eating, Zhao Rong, President of the first municipal hospital, was in a bad mood. The four dishes and one soup that the Secretary helped him get from Xiaozao didn't move any chopsticks. He was thinking about what to do in the afternoon.

It started two days ago when a patient came in through a special channel. The patient was a member of the Standing Committee and deputy director of the Municipal Health Bureau, and her wife was the Secretary of the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection.

At the beginning, he was happy. He was not afraid of the high status of patients! There are so many hospitals in Nanhu City, the leaders do not go to the second hospital, the Bayi Hospital of the military region, the Affiliated Hospital of Jiangnan University, the Guangji hospital, but come to the first hospital. This is the trust of the first hospital and the affirmation of Zhao Rong!

Moreover, after the cure, the leaders will certainly look at the Municipal First Hospital with new eyes, and there will be more support for policies in the future. Even if we say ten thousand steps back, if we stay in hospital for a few days, he will ask for instructions early and greet later. If he has served the leaders well, the leaders will have a deep impression on him, won't they?

But now, Zhao Rong wishes director Jiang had gone to another hospital, at least not so embarrassed, right?

The reason why I think so is very simple. After the operation, director Jiang's stomach was rifled and a hysteromyoma was removed, but now I have a low fever and a headache. After several consultations, experts can't find the result. After all, the mind is very complicated.

This afternoon, secretary Wu, director Jiang's wife, will come to listen to the hospital's report and treatment plan. But in the morning, the expert consultation gave him a craniotomy examination. He was suspected to have glioma or parasites, but he could not be diagnosed.

The Secretary's wife has been decapitated once, and now she needs to be decapitated?

If it's an ordinary patient, it's natural for the hospital to do what it says! But the other side is the leader! Zhao Rong can imagine what secretary Wu will say when he reports to secretary Wu in the afternoon.

If you can make a diagnosis, it's OK to say that the key is not to make a diagnosis

Think of this, and then look at the food in front of him, Zhao Rong can't eat any more.

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At one fifty in the afternoon, Yang Xiaotian came to the first municipal hospital. Although the appointed time is two, it's always good to come early.

Before he got to the outpatient registration hall, he saw Qu Bowen in a white coat standing outside the hall looking around anxiously.

It's reasonable to say that Qu Bowen's air-conditioning in the hall is quite reasonable, but he is waiting outside, obviously afraid that Yang Xiaotian can't find him.

Yang Xiaotian was slightly moved by this and waved: "elder martial brother, I'm here!"

Qu Bowen looked at the news and immediately showed a warm smile on his face. He quickly came over and gave Yang Xiaotian a big hug, saying, "well, we haven't seen each other for ten years. You've grown up a lot!"

Yang Xiaotian "ha ha" laughed a few: "OK, elder martial brother, let go, so many people, don't take us as the base!"

Qu Bowen was stunned at first, and then laughed heartily: "they can think what they want! What are we afraid of? "

However, he released his hand and said to Yang Xiaotian, "let's go, I'll take you to go through the formalities first! Well, I'll arrange you to practice in the Department of traditional Chinese medicine first. You'll see more during the internship period. If you're interested in something else, I'll transfer you back! "

Yang Xiaotian is not affectable, said: "OK, with elder martial brother, anywhere is OK!"

"Ha ha, I went to my elder martial brother's house at night. I knew you were in Nanhu yesterday, so I asked your sister-in-law to go shopping in the morning!"

"OK, I'm looking forward to my sister-in-law's craftsmanship."

During the conversation, Qu Bowen took Yang Xiaotian to the personnel department and said to a female clerk, "sister Yang, this is my younger martial brother. I have agreed with Lao Cao to take him as an intern."

Yang looked at the computer with a smile and said, "Oh, I'm careless. The number of interns in the Department of traditional Chinese medicine is full. Director Qu, look..."

Qu Bowen laughed and said, "it's OK. Let's hang it in my name for practice first. I remember that the interns under my name are not full, right?"

"Well, yes!"

These things are common in hospitals. After all, every doctor has relatives and friends, so it is inevitable that he will use the internship quota. Although he is practicing under the name of Qu Bowen at this time, Yang Xiaotian can still go to the Department of traditional Chinese medicine for internship.

Just after going through the formalities, Qu Bowen received a call from Zhao Rong, who asked him, the director of Neurology, to attend the consultation.

After he hung up the phone, he thought, this is a rare big scene. Basically, all the leaders who can line up in the hospital will come, so he said to Yang Xiaotian, "Xiaotian, let's go. If there is a big scene, I'll show you!"

Yang Xiaotian answered with a smile and walked out with Qu Bowen.

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The chief of Jiang Bureau lived in a senior cadre ward on the top floor. Different from the ordinary ward, the doctor's duty room here is very close and well-equipped. Some small examinations can be completed on the floor, and there is no need to go downstairs.

When Yang Xiaotian and his wife arrived, the duty room was already full of doctors, and Zhao Rong, the president, was standing in the middle.

On the projection screen behind him is a CT image of director Jiang's brain.

Dai Ming, the expert director of brain medicine, pointed to the CT image and said to Zhao Rong: "Dean Zhao, look here, there is a small lesion in this place. It's hard to find it without careful observation. I found it only by adding up many pieces of film... After my judgment and the expert group, it's either glioma or parasite! So I have to have a craniotomy! "

Zhao Rong thought for a long time before he asked, "can we make a definite diagnosis?"

Dai Ming was stunned at first, then shook his head with a bitter smile: "Dean Zhao, you also know, how can you be 100% sure of this medical matter?"

"How sure are you?" Zhao Rong continued to ask.

"Five... No, sixty percent!"

"Sixty percent!" Zhao Rong felt his chin and thought about it carefully. Before that, he had already disembodied director Jiang. As a result, he had a headache and a low fever. Now there is only 60% chance to have another craniotomy? How can he tell director Jiang and secretary Wu?

Dai Ming wry smile: "craniotomy no one can guarantee 100%, after all, where the risk is!"

Zhao Rongwei: "I understand the truth, but the problem is that she is director Jiang!"

Yang Xiaotian, who is standing behind Qu Bowen, also hears that a senior official is ill and hospitalized here, and the hospital leaders are worrying about the treatment plan.

He asked Qu Bowen, "elder martial brother, what is the situation?"

As the director of Neurology, Qu Bowen is also a member of the expert group, so he said the matter once again.

Yang Xiaotian thought for a while after listening and said: "you mean, at the beginning, it was just hysteromyoma! Now it's a headache and a fever, and the headache is very strange. It doesn't hurt when you lie down, but it hurts when you stand up? "

"Yes, that's what people are puzzled about!"

At this time, a black, slightly old, but very clean Passat stopped at the gate of the hospital. The hospital at this point was overcrowded, and the sign "full, no parking space" was hung at the entrance. Passat's driver honked his horn and wanted to let the guard release him by relying on his government license plate number.

Wu Deshu, sitting in the back row, said, "forget it, it's not a few steps away. I'll get off and walk over. You can find a place nearby to park. I'll call you when I'm leaving!"

Qiu Junyou, the co pilot's secretary, said: "secretary Wu, let me go with you."

"Forget it. You can have a rest. It's family business." Wu said.

Qiu Junyou quickly said: "what we are secretaries is to take good care of all the leaders! If the leader's home is at ease, he can work better! It happens that some of my classmates are also in the hospital! "

Wu Deshu thought about it, nodded and said, "OK, please go together."

After hearing that, Qiu Junyou got out of the car and ran to the co pilot to help Wu De Shu open the door. He took Wu De Shu's bag and let Wu De Shu go first. He fell a little behind Wu De Shu.

Shao Zi, Wu Deshu's former Secretary, was put to be the mayor of a town in the lower county. Qiu Junyou also broke through the single wooden bridge from thousands of troops to become the Secretary of leadership. However, before he enjoyed the imaginary scenery, he already felt great pressure, because the leadership had been treating him coldly.

Looking at Wu Deshu's slightly emaciated figure, Qiu Junyou is worried. A secretary who is not trusted by the leaders is not a good secretary!

Zhao Rong soon got the news, with a group of experts and doctors came downstairs to meet Wu Deshu.

Seeing Wu Deshu, Zhao Rong immediately welcomed him with a warm smile, stretched out his hands and said, "welcome secretary Wu to guide the work of our hospital!"

"Ha ha, I can't talk about guidance. My identity today is the patient's family!" Wu Deshu gently shook Zhao Rong's hand, and then asked, "what's the situation now?"

The elevator has been ready for a long time. The special reserved elevator asked Wu Deshu to get on the elevator. Zhao Rong organized some words in his mind and then said: "at present, the situation is still stable..."

The word "stability" is of high standard. As long as you don't die, isn't it still stable?

Wu Deshu first went to the ward to see his wife. Looking at his wife, who is usually a strong woman, lying on the bed with a tired face, he couldn't help but feel distressed.

Can I help you? My wife, who has been helping each other for more than 20 years, is now lying in the hospital bed, and I still don't know what the disease is.

"Xiaomin, I'll go out first and listen to what the doctor says. If it doesn't work, we'll transfer to the provincial hospital!"

Wu Deshu then walked out of the ward. At the moment when he opened the door of the ward, the tenderness on his face immediately disappeared. Instead, he had no expression on his face. Leaders, especially leaders of the Discipline Inspection Commission, must let people not see happiness, anger, sadness and happiness from your face.