"Sit here." Dr. Xu sat in his seat and patted the seat next to him.
Mao Sandao nodded and sat down.
Then, Dr. Xu turned around and looked at the young doctor again and said, "By the way, the family members of patient 212 seem to have something to ask. You should go and find out the situation first."
"Okay, Doctor Xu." The young doctor left the office.
Doctor Xu smiled: "Internship."
Then he started to explain the post-operative precautions.
In fact, it is relatively simple, that is, how to cultivate yourself and what you need to pay attention to in terms of diet.
In less than ten minutes, Doctor Xu finished his instructions.
"Okay, let your brother relax. It's just a small operation, so he shouldn't worry." Dr. Xu smiled and continued, "The mentality is very important. Some things can't be overthought."
"Okay, I understand Doctor Xu." Mao Sandao put his hand into his clothes, took out an envelope and secretly stuffed it into the pocket of Doctor Xu's white coat, "Doctor Xu, this is for you, you must keep it. , I leave my brother’s surgery to you.”
The envelope contained money, and Mao Sandao had already packed it before entering the ward.
It just so happened that there were only two people in the office, the doctor and him, so Mao Sandao thought it was most appropriate to give a red envelope at this time.
In fact, unconsciously, it has become normal for family members of patients to secretly give red envelopes to attending doctors before surgery.
The purpose is very clear, that is, we hope that doctors can be more attentive and try their best during surgery.
Furthermore, if the doctor is careless and leaves an "object" in the patient's body, it will be painful for the patient.
Looking at the envelope in his pocket, Dr. Xu knew what it was without having to guess.
Moreover, for him, who has been an attending physician for many years, this kind of behavior has long been commonplace.
He became serious, pushed the envelope back to Mao San and said: "Sorry, please take this back! Saving lives and healing every patient is a doctor's responsibility. I don't think you should use red envelopes to measure a doctor's responsibility. Heart."
Doctor Xu was very solemn. Mao Sandao was holding the envelope and didn't know what to do. He was a little embarrassed.
He was now very unsure whether Dr. Xu was just being polite, or if he was really so upright.
Doctor Xu seemed to have read through Mao Sandao's thoughts, and added with a smile: "Okay, I definitely won't take it if I say not to take it. You should put it away quickly, it won't be good if other people see it."
"Dr. Xu, thank you." Dr. Xu had already said this, and Mao Sandao couldn't give him any more money, so he had to put it back in his pocket.
"Thank you, isn't this what a doctor should do?" Dr. Xu took Jiao Qiu'er's report sheet and looked at it again, "Your brother's problem is not too serious. If the operation goes well, a week of observation in the hospital will be enough. After being discharged from the hospital for recuperation, you only need regular check-ups every other month.
After all, it’s not easy for you young people to make some money. One more day in the hospital will cost you one more day. It’s okay to be careful about your self-cultivation after returning home and do some appropriate exercise. "
Mao Sandao was very moved by what Dr. Xu said next.
This is a good doctor.
Not only does everything take care of the patients and their families, but he also maintains the pure heart of a doctor in this already turbid society.
But Mao Sandao thought about it and thought, so what if he could maintain his original intention?
In the eyes of those who are dazzled by profit and whose whole body is covered with "mud", Dr. Xu's "clean stream" is undoubtedly the target of their crusade and exclusion.
He destroyed the customs they had worked hard to create together, and indirectly blocked the benefits they could have obtained openly.
When turbidity becomes the norm, innocence becomes a sin.
"Doctor Xu, although the patients are in pain, it is also their blessing to meet you." Mao Sandao had been brewing in his mind for a long time, and he didn't know what words to use to praise Doctor Xu.
Doctor Xu waved his hand and said happily: "I won't say any more compliments to me. You go back to spend time with your brother first."
After speaking, unscrew the cap of the pen, open the notebook, and start working.
"Okay." Mao Sandao was about to stand up when he saw a photo frame in front of Dr. Xu's desk.
The framed photo showed a woman who looked to be in her early thirties.
He has a good face, white and tender skin, slender figure, and long shawl hair that flutters in the breeze.
"This must be Dr. Xu's lover, right?" Mao Sandao asked, pointing to the photo.
"Well, we have been married for 4 years." Dr. Xu's face suddenly turned cold and he replied without raising his head.
"Dr. Xu is lucky, she is so beautiful." Mao Sandao gave a thumbs up.
"Um."
Doctor Xu seemed unwilling to say more and just replied with one word.
From the profile of his face, Mao Sandao could clearly see that Xu Qinghe seemed a little unhappy.
Mao Sandao scratched his head, wondering if he had said something wrong.
But he thought carefully for a moment and found that nothing he said was wrong.
He stood up from the chair with confusion: "Then... then Doctor Xu, I will go back to the ward first."
"Go." Doctor Xu then looked up at Mao Sandao and resumed his smile.
But this smile, to Mao Sandao, seemed to be forced out of his face.
As soon as Mao Sandao walked out of the office, the smile on Dr. Xu's face suddenly solidified.
After a moment, the smile disappeared, and he looked at the photo on the table, his face seemed to be shrouded in darkness.
Bang! ! !
The photo was face down, and he slammed the photo frame onto the table.
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Returning to the ward, Mao Sandao pushed Jiao Qiu'er, who was still lying on the bed: "Qiu'er, let me interview you. You will have surgery this afternoon. How do you feel now?"
Jiao Qiu'er sat up and rubbed his face: "To be honest, this is my first surgery at this age, so I'm quite nervous."
Mao Sandao smiled brightly: "This is a blessing in disguise for you. Although your leg was injured, you still received perfect love."
"I can only comfort myself like this." Jiao Qiu'er lay down again, "I don't know how she is..."
"Are you talking about Zhang Shuyan?" Mao Sandao asked.
Jiao Qiu'er said slowly: "Who else can I say besides her?"
"You are somewhat unfounded in your worries." Mao Sandao glanced at Jiao Qiu'er's figure, "My body is much stronger than yours, so I'm so worried!"
"You don't understand." Jiao Qiu'er looked at the window of the ward, as if his thoughts had drifted out of the window, "This has nothing to do with physical fitness..."
Ever since Jiao Qiu'er fell in love, he seemed to have become a different person.
To be precise, it's like becoming an emotional expert.
As long as emotional issues are discussed, Jiao Qiu'er has his own "unique" insights.
He believed that Mao Sandao had never been in love and knew nothing about emotions, and would always use various reasons to refute.
This left Mao Sandao speechless.
"Let me tell you something." Mao Sandao felt a little bored and changed the topic again, "I discovered that Dr. Xu's..."
"Are you saying that one of his legs is long and the other is short?" Before Mao Sandao could finish speaking, Jiao Qiu'er interrupted, "I noticed it when he came in. You said he is an orthopedic surgeon? I can’t heal my own legs.”
"Maybe... it's difficult for doctors to cure their own diseases." Mao Sandao agreed, and then said, "I'm not talking about this. I found that his wife is very temperamental and beautiful. To be honest, Dr. Xu is so lucky, so He married a good-looking woman."
Jiao Qiu'er moved the pillow upright to the head of the bed, rested his head on it, and said seriously: "Third Commander, I have to remind you, we can't do poaching, be careful if the hoe is broken and the waist is broken."
Mao Sandao rolled his eyes at Jiao Qiu'er and said indignantly, "No matter what I do, I, Mao Sandao, will never find a married woman!"
