late at night. Jian Yuying yawned, but did not fall asleep. She was still scrolling through her phone vigorously.
It's twelve o'clock. She refreshed the page again, and new content immediately appeared.
"The number for the expert free clinic is listed! It's from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine!" There was joy on her face, and she didn't read the introduction at all, and immediately made an appointment.
"Reservation successful." The system prompt popped up. Jian Yuying breathed a sigh of relief.
She had been waiting for more than half a month and finally got this opportunity.
Renhe Hospital's expert free clinics are famous throughout Beijing.
That’s not to say it’s completely free, but it’s not for profit at all.
Not only is there no charge for registration, but the cost of medicine and treatment is also charged at cost.
Coupled with the medical insurance co-ordination part, the individual burden is very small.
Jian Yuying is really short of money. It's been eight years. If any illness drags on for eight years, the money spent is just like running water.
She retired at home early and relied on a pension of more than 4,000 yuan a month to support two people, plus the monthly medical expenses of her daughter Xiaowan.
As time goes by and the condition progresses, medical expenses gradually increase.
Similarly, utility bills and living expenses are also rising year by year.
Living in Kyoto is not easy. This was especially true for her, a single mother with a sick daughter.
Over the years, she had long understood that Xiaowan's illness was impossible to cure and could only continue to worsen.
I just hope that the expert tomorrow can help her recuperate and recuperate her body, so that she can at least not feel so sad about eating every day, and can sleep peacefully for a few days.
Meng Wen went upstairs to his specialist's third clinic as usual.
As he walked, he stopped. Why is the door of the No. 1 specialist consultation room across the stairs open?
The entire fifth floor of Renhe Hospital is dedicated to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. In addition to general clinics, there are also three specialist clinics.
The clinic is designed to receive patients, and expert consultation is no exception. It is certainly not unusual to open the door.
However, the expert clinic in each department is used by board members and honorary members of the medical association to sit in the clinic, and is not open on weekdays.
In the expert clinic of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, in addition to Mr. Su Yuzhang and Mr. Su Da, who have fixed consultation days every month, Mr. Zhu Liangxue and Mr. Zhu come more frequently.
Of course, Zhou Ji Shenzhou national players, as well as several other Xinglin national players in the medical association, will definitely take a few days every year to come for free clinics.
But in general, this clinic is still closed for a long time and open for a short time.
Who is coming today? Meng Wen was a little confused.
If it weren’t for the beginning of the month, it wouldn’t be Mr. Dasu. Mr. Zhu only came to the clinic for two days last week, so it couldn't be him.
Zhou Guoshou and other big names have already gone to free clinics this year. Only those who will be busier at the end of the year are unlikely to spare time.
He became more and more curious, and took two steps to the expert's first clinic. He glanced slightly sideways, but there was only a cleaning lady inside, who was arranging the table.
"This is today. Is there anyone coming for a consultation?" he asked.
"Yes, Doctor Meng, the medical office informed me to clean up quickly, the experts will be here soon!" Auntie naturally recognized Meng Wen.
"Did you tell me who it was?"
"I don't know. I just heard that she is a female expert. Didn't I even put a vase of flowers on it?"
Only then did Meng Wen notice that there was a vase of flowers with extremely elegant colors on the windowsill.
Female expert? In this session of the Board of Directors of the Medical Association, plus the existing honorary members, there are no female doctors among them, but there are really no experts in the field of traditional Chinese medicine.
You can’t say that. Wasn’t there a new female honorary member yesterday? Renhe Hospital is a hospital affiliated with the Medical Association, and he is also a senior member of the association, so naturally he has heard about it.
For Zhou Guoshou's disciples, if there is a famous master, there will naturally be a master disciple, which is completely understandable.
Thinking back then, his mentor always supported him like this, always gave him advice, and wished he could have a smooth road ahead. Thinking about it now, he still sheds tears of gratitude.
Thinking about it this way, it was normal for a new honorary member to come for a few days of consultation as usual. He had not thought of it before.
While he was thinking about it, he heard Dean Xiang Yuan's laughter from one end of the corridor. He was accompanying a young woman and walked over here.
Meng Wen turned around quickly and headed to his own clinic.
I understand, but I still think it's a bit of a joke.
Renhe's expert clinic has always represented the highest level of undergraduate clinics, at least before this, there has never been an exception.
But after today, it’s hard to say.
It's not a good thing for someone who is so young and has not had time to devote himself to practicing medical skills to be praised so highly all of a sudden.
It's not that Meng Wen is conceited. His clinical experience and understanding of more than 40 years of practicing medicine are definitely not comparable to that of a young man in his twenties.
What I have learned on paper is ultimately shallow, and I know that I have to do it in detail.
It is impossible to integrate what you have learned without years of practice.
Even Zhou Jishen himself can't do it at this age, let alone his students.
I just hope that she can be more cautious and carefully prescribe dialectically, so as not to waste the patient's life, not to ruin the reputation of the doctor, let alone the golden sign of Renhe Expert Free Clinic.
"I've worked hard on you these past few days, Xiaotao." Xiang Yuan's confidence is much stronger than Meng Wen.
He smiled and sent Tao Le to the door of the consulting room: "If you need anything, just ask, don't be polite!"
Tao Le agreed, watched him leave, and then turned back to the consulting room.
The information management system of Renhe Hospital is very similar to that of the First Hospital.
Tao Le used the new account Xiang Yuan gave her to log in. When she saw that there were already many people checking in, she called the number.
The patient was a 40-year-old woman who came here accompanied by her husband. She said she had coronary heart disease and often had heart failure and shortness of breath. Just now, she started to have chest tightness, palpitations, shortness of breath, and breathlessness while waiting for the doctor.
Tao Le looked at her seriously. The patient's expression was obviously tense, his breathing was slightly rapid, and his teeth were biting his lower lip, but his lips were not cyanotic.
Because of his extremely good hearing, Tao Le could hear the patient's regular heart rhythm without a stethoscope, his heartbeat was not fast, his lungs had clear breath sounds, and there was no valve murmur at all. This was completely unlike the onset of coronary heart disease.
"Take your pulse." Tao Le thought for a while and said.
The patient suddenly lowered her head, showing pain on her face, biting her lower lip tightly with her teeth, unable to move or speak.
Tao Le could hear clearly that her heartbeat and breathing had not changed much, so there shouldn't be such a big reaction.
The husband at the side immediately took out a small yellow medicine bottle - nitroglycerin from his pocket, poured out a pill skillfully, and wanted to feed it to her.
"Wait a minute." Tao Le stopped him.
(End of chapter)
