When Ye Lan returned to the office, the entire research team was already here.
Chen Zhaojie was talking nonstop with his notes from last night, while Professor Liu nodded repeatedly.
"Xiaojie, you did a good job. You were on duty at night, and you were able to obtain a lot of data that we didn't know before."
With that said, he turned his gaze to Ye Lan and waved: "Xiaoye, there are a few cases transferred from the hospital below today. You and Xiaojie will stay here to check the records. I will take Li Ying and the others into the operating room."
Chen Zhaojie glared at him fiercely, the warning meaning self-evident.
Seeing Ye Lan nodding silently, he breathed a sigh of relief.
After sending Professor Liu away, Chen Zhaojie threw the notebook on the table and said arrogantly: "Wait for now, wait until the nurse uses up the medicine, and then we will go to the ward rounds."
After saying that, he lazily turned on the computer and watched the video by himself.
Ye Lan didn't pay attention and pulled out the chair to take a rest.
But at this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Aunt Chen's son stuck his head in.
Seeing the person coming, Chen Zhaojie was obviously panicked. He hurriedly turned off the video and said nervously: "Brother Chen, has your aunt's condition changed?"
The middle-aged man smiled honestly, "How could I? I have to thank you. If it weren't for you, how could my mother have recovered so quickly?"
While speaking, he had already opened the door.
Only then did the two of them realize that he was holding a bulging gift bag in his hand.
Chen Zhaojie's face was filled with joy, and he was about to raise his hand to refuse, but the middle-aged man walked around him, raised his hand and handed the gift to Ye Lan's arms.
"Thank you!"
"I accept it with all my heart, and you can take the gift back!"
"I'm sorry, it would be nice if you came earlier."
As he spoke, he threw the bag on the table and ran out with a smile on his face.
Chen Zhaojie looked at this scene awkwardly like a transparent person, unable to say a word.
Looking at the gift bag on the table, his face was full of black lines, "What did you do?"
Ye Lan calmly lifted the gift bag and said, "It's nothing, I just bought a mobile phone for my aunt."
After saying that, he stood up and prepared to go out.
He has already paid for the treatment, and he cannot ask for these things under any circumstances.
If Aunt Chen doesn't want it, she can only leave it to the hospital.
Chen Zhaojie hesitated for a moment, picked up the notebook and followed.
After placing the things on the nurse's station, he immediately pulled Ye Lan straight to bed 11.
The door opened, and Aunt Chen, who was still paralyzed yesterday, was smiling and sitting on the hospital bed, holding fried dough sticks in one hand and soy milk in the other, eating with gusto.
The bedside was surrounded by patients and their families.
Seeing Aunt Chen moving freely, Chen Zhaojie's eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "Auntie? Are you recovered?"
Aunt Chen paused, looked at Ye Lan, and then said: "Not yet, just a little aware."
"This is not as simple as perception! You..."
Chen Zhaojie stared at her left arm, his body trembling a little.
"No way! This is simply a medical miracle, an absolute medical miracle."
A patient interjected: "Thanks to Ye..."
Aunt Chen quickly interrupted, "It's only because your treatment is effective that I can recover so quickly."
Chen Zhaojie's face turned red and he impatiently took out his cell phone and dialed Professor Liu's number.
But the other party has already entered the operating room and the call has not been connected.
There was no other way, he scratched his head and head anxiously, and finally his eyes lit up.
"If it works for you, it must work for others too!"
After saying that, he picked up the notebook and ran out happily.
Everyone looked at his back, looked at each other, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.
Immediately afterwards, his fiery eyes turned to Ye Lan.
Aunt Chen put down what she was holding, picked up her phone, and nodded gratefully towards Ye Lan.
"Dr. Ye, thank you very much!"
Ye Lan waved his hand, turned and left with a smile.
Chen Zhaojie was like a monkey, constantly jumping back and forth in various wards.
Unfortunately, except for Aunt Chen, everyone else's symptoms remain the same.
After returning to the office, his brows furrowed into a frown.
"It shouldn't be! Why is Aunt Chen's effect so obvious, but others have no effect? Is it possible that it's not time yet?"
After talking to himself for a long time, he frowned, put the notebook in his pocket, and hurried out the door.
As soon as he left, the patients and family members who had gathered together to murmur and murmur immediately cast their fiery glances at him.
Finally, an old man, about sixty years old, walked over shakily.
He asked anxiously and nervously: "Well, Dr. Ye, I want to ask you to buy me a mobile phone!"
Ye Lan was stunned for a moment.
The old man quickly lowered his voice and explained: "It is equipped with 11 beds. Can I come over in the early morning to get it?"
After hearing this, Ye Lan finally understood.
The hospital strictly prohibits doctors from collecting money, but it is different if they buy things.
Aunt Chen's mobile phone sells for 5,000 yuan on the market, so giving 5,000 and 500 yuan obviously means that she knows that the cost of selling it is 5,000 yuan.
It's hard for these people to come up with such an idea.
Looking at the expectant old man, Ye Lan hesitated for a while and finally nodded.
"Okay! Come and get it tonight!"
Seeing this, the old man almost jumped up with joy.
However, when the nurse cast a doubtful look, he immediately calmed down, pretended that nothing happened, and calmly turned around and left.
Next, is the second one.
When the fifth family member who wanted to "buy a mobile phone" came over, Ye Lan said helplessly: "There are too many people. So many people do not comply with hospital management regulations."
"Doctor Ye, just don't worry, leave the rest to us."
One family member begged, with tears in her eyes.
Ye Lan hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded in agreement.
Many patients with cerebral hemorrhage have sequelae that seriously affect their quality of life.
Now that we have met, we must take action.
Chen Zhaojie seemed to have gone to check some information and did not come back for a whole day. He only received a phone call asking him to continue on duty.
Professor Liu and the others had surgeries one after another, but they also did not come back.
Ye Lan also had no time to spare and sorted all the cases one by one according to priority.
That night, a total of eight patients wanted to try acupuncture treatment. The others were not unaware, but were still skeptical.
After all, there is no scientific case of recovery so quickly.
Soon, it was late at night.
The nurse on duty is taking a nap.
The old man, who was about sixty years old, supported and pushed his son and tiptoed in.
Ye Lan passed over the five thousand yuan and said, "The phone is gone!"
The old man thought that he was unwilling to be treated, so he was so frightened that he knelt down.
Ye Lan quickly helped him up, "I treat people, but I don't buy mobile phones!"
Hearing this, he breathed a sigh of relief.
In the corridor, seven other patients and their family members were waiting nervously, and other suspicious family members were also watching at all times.
Half an hour later, the door opened.
The middle-aged man who originally entered in a wheelchair now held the handle of the wheelchair and slowly moved out on his own.
And his white-haired old father was wiping his tears and bowing and apologizing to the door.
Seeing this scene, the entire corridor was boiling.
