The pretty nurse who came on duty opened the door of the anorectal department.
Su Qingyu asked Wei Dayong to carry Wu Siqi through the door.
"Doctor, do you want to take off your pants for examination?"
Wu Siqi was in excruciating pain. When she saw that the doctor was a woman, she immediately spoke anxiously.
Although Su Qingyu's current orientation is female, she doesn't want to see all girls.
Just like the person in front of her, she was afraid that she would get a needle eye.
So she immediately shook her head like a rattle:
"That's not necessary. All you have to do is stretch out your hand and I'll take your pulse and I'll have a rough idea of your condition."
The doctor's voice seemed familiar to Wu Siqi, but she was in severe pain and had no time to think about it.
The anorectal doctor before the meeting turned out to be a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. She had no time to consider whether this matter was reasonable or not. She immediately stretched out her arm:
"Then doctor, please help me."
Su Qingyu said calmly and calmly:
"Okay, then you first get up from your boyfriend's arms and sit on the stool honestly."
"If you turn sideways, your pulse will be compressed, and the diagnosis will not be accurate at that time. You will be responsible for all the consequences."
After hearing the doctor's advice, Wu Siqi, who wanted to get treatment quickly, immediately struggled up from Wei Dayong's arms and carefully sat on the cold iron bench.
"ah------"
"hiss------"
As soon as her butt touched the hard bench, she immediately let out a cry of pain that made Su Qingyu feel happy.
The pain was like a needle prick, making the veins on Wu Siqi's forehead stand out and her face look ferocious.
At this time, she was so painful that sweat broke out on her forehead, and her whole body began to tremble slightly.
Her entire face was distorted due to pain, but for the sake of face, she had no choice but to hold on to the edge of the table with both hands to hold on and prevent herself from jumping.
Su Qingyu looked at the performance of the woman in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.
Then he rolled up his sleeves and gestured to reach out to feel his pulse.
However, under Wu Siqi's expectant eyes, Su Qingyu's stretched out hand suddenly turned in the air and turned into scratching her head:
"Oh, you're so rash. How could you not disinfect it before practicing medicine?"
"This patient, please wait a moment."
After saying that, Su Qingyu stood up and washed her hands in the sink without haste, and then sprayed alcohol spray on her hands wildly.
The whole movement was extremely graceful and slow.
Wu Siqi was so painful that her whole body was stiff on the bench, looking like she was on the verge of collapse. She couldn't stand the pain in the local area, so she finally put down her dignity and couldn't help but urge:
"Doctor...hiss...sir, can you hurry up...?"
Glancing back at Wu Siqi, who was pale and gnashing her teeth, Su Qingyu felt that the punishment was almost over.
Then he sat back on the chair calmly and stretched out his hand to take Wu Siqi's pulse.
"Open your mouth."
"ah?"
Wu Siqi was a little confused.
"You haven't seen a Chinese medicine doctor? How can you know your condition without looking at the surface of your tongue?"
Su Qingyu sternly scolded.
"ah......."
Wu Siqi opened her mouth with a red face, fearing that the doctor would see something remaining in her mouth.
"Okay, shut up."
"I didn't brush my teeth this morning, so they smell a little bit."
Su Qingyu frowned and said with a hint of disgust.
Wu Siqi was so ashamed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
However, what Su Qingyu said next made him die on the spot again:
"Well...I've roughly come to a conclusion."
When Wei Dayong saw the doctor, he could tell that the situation was not too serious, so he hurriedly asked:
"Doctor, just tell me what medicine you need, and I will get it if you prescribe it."
Su Qingyu saw that it was what they requested, so she cleared her throat and read out the disease information she had just deduced with an expressionless face:
"The tongue is red, which is due to blood heat and intestinal dryness."
"A red tongue with less coating indicates yin deficiency and fluid deficiency."
"Based on the overall pulse condition."
"Madam, you are bleeding heavily due to anal fissure."
Although it was a female doctor who revealed the diagnosis, Wu Siqi was embarrassed and wanted to disappear from the world.
But Su Qingyu’s firepower output is not over yet:
"Through the theory of traditional Chinese medicine, it can be inferred that this symptom of anal fissure does not appear to be caused by excessive internal fire."
With a sharp look in her eyes, she looked straight at Wei Dayong:
"Could it be anal fissure caused by external physical effects?!"
"What did you do?"
"Uh... Doctor, don't ask how it was done, just tell me how to treat it."
Wei Dayong naturally didn't want to say a word about this kind of social death matter. At this time, he was just urging Su Qingyu to write a prescription.
Su Qingyu glanced at Wei Dayong who felt guilty and Wu Siqi who wished he could evaporate on the spot, and curled his lips.
After all, these two people were disheveled, their hair was messy, and they rushed to the hospital at this time.
Any fool knows what kind of game these two are playing.
As a result, she began to despise this couple in her heart.
Especially Wei Dayong, who actually dared to pursue her cold and charming sister Mu Hanyan, it makes me sick just thinking about it!
The two of them didn't know what was going on, but the attending doctor's tone suddenly turned cold:
"This kind of anal fissure caused by physical reasons cannot be cured by me, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor."
"For open wounds, go directly to the inpatient department."
"I will write a medical record for you now. You can take it and register for hospitalization after paying the fee."
Wei Dayong looked embarrassed when he heard that he was going to be hospitalized.
After all, this disease is not a glorious thing, and the hospital heard that some of his classmates would be doing internships here during the summer vacation. If Wei Dayong, the second-generation rich man, was seen accompanying his girlfriend to the hospital in the anorectal department, where would he lose his face?
So he immediately shook his head and said:
"Doctor, is there any way to avoid hospitalization? I can spend more money."
"I have plenty of money."
Wu Siqi, who was sweating in pain at this time, also considered the possibility of another social death.
She, who has been very upset with society in the past two days, also echoed:
"Doctor, can you just prescribe some medicine?"
"Don't you Chinese doctors specialize in treating diseases with decoctions?"
Seeing these two people messing around, Su Qingyu nodded impatiently on the table and scolded:
"What do you think my clinic is?"
"If I ask you to go to the hospital, you go!"
"If you don't want to be treated, just go out. The additional medical expenses will be paid at the window in the East District."
She didn't tolerate the two of them at all. She raised her beautiful hand and prepared to see off the guests.
Wu Siya and Wu Siya felt as if they had eaten flies.
Although what the doctor said was unpleasant, at this point in time, there were no other doctors to treat her.
Not to mention going to another hospital, the nearest big hospital is more than 40 kilometers away from here, and Wu Siqi's current butt can't withstand the bumps on the road.
"Then...it all depends on you, doctor."
As a last resort, Wu Siya gritted her teeth and agreed.
I thought that at worst, I would ask Wei Dayong to spend more money and get a single ward.
Su Qingyu snorted coldly, picked up the ballpoint pen, and scribbled on the two people's medical records, and then handed it to Wei Dayong:
"Take her to the inpatient unit."
Wei Dayong picked up the medical records, quickly picked up his girlfriend Wu Siqi and walked to the inpatient department.
In the clinic at this time, Su Qingyu calmly picked up the phone and dialed Dean Lin:
"Dean Lin, I am Su Qingyu. You should be at work at this time."
"That's right, there is an anorectal patient signed by me now heading to the inpatient department."
"Ask all the male doctors in the inpatient department to prepare to greet this patient. She seems to be seriously injured."
On the other end of the phone, Director Lin naturally agreed with his old friend's daughter who saved the hospital's reputation yesterday.
Because he automatically imagined that with Su Qingyu's medical skills, this patient was seriously injured, and the situation might be much more complicated than he imagined.
So as soon as he hung up the phone, he called the inpatient department.
As the call with Dean Lin ended, Su Qingyu thought about the news that was about to happen in the inpatient department.
I couldn't help but lie on the table and laugh out loud...
