Out the door.
Li Ying approached Ye Lan and whispered: "Remember, you must not collect red envelopes privately in the hospital. We are doctors."
Ye Lan opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain.
This is the ancestral precept of the ghost doctor lineage.
In the past, we used to collect cash, but now we collect cash. The only situation where we don't collect money is when there is death or injury on the road.
Under other circumstances, you must not take action lightly. Five hundred yuan is already the cheapest charge.
When he first entered the profession, he had sworn an oath to abide by the ancestral precepts.
Practitioners attach great importance to such mysterious and mysterious things as oaths, and even he can't do anything about it.
Chen Zhaojie said angrily: "Senior sister, you have to understand that Teacher Ye comes from a small place, so it is inevitable that he will pick up some bad habits."
After saying that, he sneered and walked forward.
For a whole afternoon, Ye Lan followed the two of them around almost the entire ward.
Except for some cases who recovered well, most others had mild or severe sequelae of cerebral hemorrhage.
There are still 22 cases lying in intensive care ICU and specialist ICU. Either they have just undergone craniotomy or they are unconscious, they are in very serious condition.
The number of beds is tight, and there are even several vegetative patients with stable vital signs living directly in the general ward.
After going around in a full circle, Ye Lan had a general understanding of the entire neurosurgery.
6pm,
The exhausted Professor Liu finally returned.
Seeing Ye Lan, he couldn't help but smile, "It's Xiaoye! Sorry, I'm busy today and didn't have time to greet you. You can get familiar with Li Ying for the past two days. About next month, Bald Eagle will meet you." An invitation was sent.”
It seemed that Huang Yuan had already communicated with him.
Ye Lan nodded, "Okay!"
At this moment, he changed the topic and said with a hint: "Mr. Huang said that you have a deep research on traditional medicine, but neurosurgery belongs to the category of Western medicine. You should learn more and see more!"
After a pause, he added in a more serious tone: "One more thing, the hospital strictly prohibits accepting red envelopes."
Ye Lan was stunned and subconsciously looked at Chen Zhaojie.
Sure enough, he showed a proud expression.
"knew!"
Ye Lan nodded helplessly.
Professor Liu nodded and said immediately: "Let's do this for now. I'm a little tired today. I'll take care of you when I'm free!"
When he left, everyone in the office stood up.
Chen Zhaojie stopped Ye Lan and suddenly said: "By the way, you are on duty today!"
"On duty?" Chen Ying, who was about to leave, frowned and said, "Are we going to be on duty at night?"
"The professor said it!"
Chen Zhaojie looked proud and said: "Observation must be careful. What if these cases change at night? So, starting from today, we will also be on duty!"
The other two people could tell that this was a deliberate attack.
The suggestion of being on duty must have been made by Chen Zhaojie to the professor.
Ye Lan nodded indifferently, "Okay!"
He picked up the medical record on the table and looked at it carefully.
After everyone left, he took out his mobile phone and ordered takeout, eating and reading at the same time.
Very few people usually come to this office, and it was already late at night before I knew it.
Ye Lan was staring at the medical records when the door suddenly moved.
Looking up, I saw Aunt Chen in bed 11, leaning against the wall, breathing heavily.
"Aunt Chen, why did you get out of bed by yourself?"
Ye Lan immediately went up to her and supported her.
Aunt Chen was carrying a red plastic bag, sweating profusely, and the corners of her mouth were twitching slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't breathe and could only show an extremely forced smile.
Bed No. 11 is only a few dozen meters away from the office, but it is extremely difficult for an old man who is already hemiplegic.
After she sat down and panted for a while, she said vaguely: "Acupuncture..."
As he spoke, he raised his only movable right hand.
Ye Lan understood and immediately took the red plastic bag and carefully took out the contents.
An old-fashioned mobile phone, a pile of scattered banknotes, and some receipts and the like.
Ye Lan counted and found that the total was only over three hundred yuan.
Aunt Chen looked at him eagerly, seeming nervous.
Ye Lan gritted his teeth and said: "The mobile phone can be worth two hundred, but the hospital is strictly prohibited from collecting money. Don't embarrass me if others ask."
The old man hesitated for a moment and nodded seriously.
Ye Lan took a deep breath, quickly walked to the door, looked both ways, and then found a set of silver needles from the cabinet next to him.
"Aunt Chen, it may be a little painful and your body will be shaking a little later, but please believe me!"
Holding the silver needle, he warned.
After saying that, he picked up the silver needle and stabbed it directly into the head.
Aunt Chen felt as if she had been electrocuted, and she couldn't help but tremble. However, she quickly regained her composure.
Immediately afterwards, it’s the second shot!
Until the tenth injection, her expression became a little awkward and she couldn't help shouting: "It hurts!"
But then, everyone was stunned.
She said these two words very clearly, almost like ordinary people.
She was so excited that she couldn't help but stand up directly.
Ye Lan quickly held down, "The treatment is not over yet!"
Aunt Chen paused, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.
It wasn’t a reaction to the treatment, it was excitement.
Because the unconscious half of the body has begun to regain consciousness.
Ten minutes later, when Ye Lan had pulled out all the silver needles, Aunt Chen could no longer bear it, stood up slowly, and then tentatively raised her left foot.
Although he was still shaking a little, his body was stable.
Tears instantly welled up in her cloudy eyes. She grabbed Ye Lan's sleeve and shook it, "Dr. Ye, thank you! Thank you so much!"
Ye Lan supported her and whispered: "Auntie, recovery from hemiplegia is a long-term process. You still don't have strength in your left half, so you must exercise slowly."
After some instructions, Aunt Chen thanked her profusely and slowly moved towards her ward while holding on to the wall.
Compared with when she came here, she is obviously much more relaxed now.
At least I can move around on my own.
Ye Lan followed her until she lay back on the bed, then returned to the office.
Looking at the old man's mobile phone and change, he hesitated for a moment and then dialed Huang Yuan's number.
"Send me a new mobile phone and I'll charge the bill."
The person on the other end of the phone said nothing and hung up immediately.
Ye Lan turned on the elderly phone, copied all the contact information to the SIM card, and then carefully took it out.
More than an hour later, the new mobile phone was placed on the desk.
After inserting the phone card and confirming it was correct, he stood up and walked towards bed No. 11.
Aunt Chen was already asleep. Ye Lan put the new mobile phone into a red plastic bag and carefully placed it next to the pillow.
After doing all this, he returned to the office.
Fortunately, it was early in the morning, and the nurse on duty at the nursing station thought he was recording data and didn't pay much attention.
A night of silence.
The next morning, Chen Zhaojie arrived first.
Seeing him sitting in his seat in high spirits, his face immediately dropped.
"Is there a record last night?"
"have!"
Ye Lan smiled and pointed at the notebook on the table.
"You take a look first, I'm going to have breakfast."
After saying that, regardless of his dark face, he stretched and strode towards the door.
