Zhao Jinyu, Yang Jun and others were preparing to go to the fourth cafeteria for dinner, and they were chatting while walking. Yang Jun and others are planning to take advantage of this New Year holiday to organize a dinner party for the whole class, and everyone is expressing their opinions on this.
This semester, their class, except for the Christmas party the day before yesterday, has not organized any activities that the whole class can participate in, except for small gatherings of classmates with whom they have close relationships.
Yang Jun, the class leader, has done a very responsible job. He and several members of the class committee were the first to mention this dinner party. They have been discussing this matter with others for the past few days.
Seeing that Zhao Jinyu was silent, he asked, "Zhao Jinyu, what do you think? You should have time to participate that day, right?"
He still hopes that Zhao Jinyu can participate in this event, but Zhao Jinyu often misses classes this semester and doesn't see anyone for several days when he asks for leave, so he would ask specifically. I have been a classmate for more than a year, so I know this classmate somewhat well. Under normal circumstances, as long as he agrees, he will basically not break his promise.
"If there is nothing else that day, I will participate. By the way, Yang Jun, has everyone in the class decided to participate in this dinner party?"
Yang Jun sighed and shook his head, "Nearly thirty people have confirmed to participate. Some are hesitant to wait and see, and some have already made arrangements and are unable to attend." Dinners like this are all under the AA system. Although he hopes that one class Everyone participates, but in the end it must be on a voluntary basis. There is nothing you can do if you don’t want to, and you can’t force others to participate.
To put it more secularly, classmates who have been in college for four years are also a network resource when they enter the society after graduation. Yang Jun organizes such activities in the hope of promoting the relationship between classmates, but some people are unwilling to accept this and cannot always do so. force.
When he was about to arrive at the cafeteria, Zhao Jinyu received a call from Zhou Weimin, saying that the old man was not feeling well. If he had time, he hoped he could go there as soon as possible. He had already sent a car to pick him up.
Zhao Jinyu was originally planning to have dinner before going over. Unexpectedly, not three minutes after hanging up the phone, his cell phone rang again, saying that the driver who came to pick him up had arrived at the school gate.
Zhao Jinyu figured it out after a moment's thought. He had to attend several classes this afternoon, so he turned off his phone. He didn't turn it on until he went to the cafeteria to eat. Zhou Weimin should have sent the driver here early so that he could let him go earlier. He rushed over. After telling Yang Jun and several others that something was wrong, he turned around and left without even eating dinner.
Now that this time has passed, it is impossible to attend the two classes in the evening. Before leaving, he specifically told Yang Jun and asked him to help him ask for leave.
Fortunately, the weather has been fine these days, and the snow on the road has long melted. After picking up Zhao Jinyu, the driver was able to quickly return to Mr. Fang Xinghua's residence.
As soon as Zhao Jinyu walked in, Zhou Weimin with a worried look came up to him and walked with him to Mr. Fang's bedroom while talking to him, "Dr. Zhao, I'm sorry for calling you here in such a hurry. Originally, the chief had a cough and a stuffy nose. I thought it was just a common cold. I knew you were busy in class so I didn't want to trouble you. Who knew that it wouldn't get better in a few days? The fever started again this morning. We were afraid that it would get worse, so we rushed to find you. "
"How long has the chief had a cold? What's his temperature now?" Zhao Jinyu also asked as he walked.
"The body temperature is 38 degrees 7 and it has been four or five days!"
"You should know about the chief's physical condition. Why didn't you call me earlier?" Zhao Jinyu asked in a very calm tone, but he was still somewhat curious. If Fang Xinghua was slightly unwell in the past few months, he would let him know.
For ordinary people, there is no need to worry too much about a cold. The affected person will only feel uncomfortable for a few days at most. Some people who are in good health don't even need to take medicine. Most people will be basically better after a week.
It's just that Mr. Fang's current physical condition, even though it has improved slightly after Zhao Jinyu's careful care in the past few months, he still cannot be careless. To put it more seriously, with Mr. Fang's current physical condition, even a common cold could be fatal, so they couldn't ignore it. Of course, with Mr. Fang's status and surrounded by many people, it is impossible for such a situation to happen.
Since he took over the position of Fang Lao's attending physician, he has basically come for a checkup once a week unless there are special circumstances. However, if Mr. Fang feels unwell, they always call him early to inform him to come over. This is the first time that it took several days to notify him.
Not hearing Zhou Weimin's answer, Zhao Jinyu couldn't help but turn around and look at the anxious and worried expression on Zhou Weimin's face, which seemed to contain a hint of embarrassment.
Embarrassed and ashamed?
Zhao Jinyu thought that he might have misunderstood. He just asked casually. Seeing Zhou Weimin's expression of not knowing how to answer, he didn't ask any more questions.
The two of them had already reached the door of Mr. Fang's bedroom. Zhou Weimin stepped forward and knocked politely, then opened the door and motioned for Zhao Jinyu to go in directly.
Zhao Jinyu stood in front of the open door. When he saw one of the people inside, he probably understood why Zhou Weimin didn't answer him just now. This person was Qian Rui, a member of Fang Lao's medical team.
Qian Rui looked at the person who walked in, the expression on his face was a little subtle, perhaps mixed with a little discomfort.
Since Zhao Jinyu became Mr. Fang's attending doctor, members of the original medical team will still come here frequently to do some routine examinations. I will see Qian Rui here today. It must be that when he came here for a checkup a few days ago, Mr. Fang happened to catch a cold, so he handed him over for treatment.
Zhao Jinyu seemed not to notice this at all. As he walked in, he asked naturally, "Hello, Dr. Qian! How is the leader doing now?" He also nodded to the other people in the room.
He walked to Mr. Fang's bed and asked in a low voice, "Hello, chief, how are you feeling? Are you okay?" After asking, he sat on the chair beside the bed, took Fang Xinghua's wrist and took his pulse.
The old man's expression was a little worse than when he came for a routine check-up last week because of the cold he had in the past few days, but in fact, it didn't matter how serious it was, it was just a common cold. The main reason is that his health has not been very good, and Zhou Weimin and others will be more anxious when they see him with a fever.
Fang Laoban was lying on the bed. When he saw him coming, he was about to say hello, but his throat itched and he couldn't stop coughing again. Fang Yu immediately stepped forward to pat the old man's chest, hoping he would feel better, "Dad, if your throat feels uncomfortable, stop talking. Xiao Zhao is not an outsider."
Seeing that Mr. Fang was coughing badly, Zhao Jinyu asked Fang Yu to step aside and said, "Grandma Fang, let me do it!" After saying that, he began to press the thenar point on Mr. Fang's left hand with appropriate strength.
After suppressing Mr. Fang's cough, he picked up the medical records on the bedside table and flipped through them. Zhao Jinyu began to discuss the specific treatment plan with Qian Rui, "Doctor Qian, I am going to try acupuncture treatment on the chief. what do you think?"
Although he carries the name of the old man's attending doctor, it is obvious that Qian Rui is responsible for the old man's cold this time. If he is going to change the treatment plan, he should discuss it with Qian Rui.
It was just a discussion, but in fact he had already made a decision. Zhao Jinyu knew very well that no matter how good his attitude was, the entire medical team was actually a little unfavorable to him, just because his treatment plan was more beneficial to Fang Lao. Others had no choice but to give in.
Although Zhao Jinyu spoke of changing the treatment plan in a consultative tone, and Qian Rui understood what he meant, he still nodded gracefully. He was also helpless. No one had to wait for weeks to get better from a cold. It was normal to have a cold, cough, stuffy nose, or even a slight fever. Not to mention the old man's physical condition, but the people around him looked at him. If things didn't get better in a few days, he would have to invite Zhao Jinyu over, but there was nothing he could do.
More importantly, Zhao Jinyu's medical skills are indeed very good. At least in treating Mr. Fang, he is indeed better than the rest of them. Especially his acupuncture skills are really beyond their reach.
If the patients were other people in other places and were treated like this, they would have left long ago, but here, it was not a place where they could show their temper.
So what if they are experts and national players? What kind of self-esteem and integrity? In the face of absolute power, everything is just a joke.
It is obviously impossible to say that Zhao Jinyu does not know the inner thoughts of Qian Rui and others at all, but he understands very well that since he became Mr. Fang’s attending doctor with a strong momentum, no matter how humble his attitude is, it is inevitable that some people will Somewhat uncomfortable. However, these people all knew what was right and would not delay Mr. Fang's treatment no matter what, so he just pretended not to know.
Qian Rui didn't raise any objections, let alone the other two people who were lower than him in white coats, not to mention Fang Yu, Zhou Weimin and others who took the initiative to invite him over.
Zhao Jinyu first drew up a prescription with mild medicinal properties and asked someone to brew the medicine according to the prescription. Then he began to give Mr. Fang formal acupuncture treatment.
Fang Yu saw that her father no longer coughed after being massaged by Zhao Jinyu. His face seemed to be better than before. His anxious heart since the morning also calmed down. At this time, he also felt a little hungry.
Only then did she think that Zhao Jinyu would come over at this time, and she might not have eaten yet, so she hurriedly asked: "Xiao Zhao, you haven't eaten yet, right?"
"Not yet, I probably need more than an hour. You can use it first. Just leave some for me. I will also have someone prepare a vegetable porridge for the chief later." While Zhao Jinyu spoke, he made no needle movements with his hands. No confusion or stagnation.
Zhao Jinyu’s fingers are long and slender and have distinct joints. People often jokingly call them the hands of a pianist. At this moment, he was performing needlework with both hands at an extremely fast speed. He was lifting, inserting and twisting, which made people feel as if he was playing a beautiful note, making onlookers reluctant to look away.
When Zhao Jinyu walked out of the room, it was already after eight o'clock in the evening. He was somewhat surprised to see Qian Rui and others still waiting in the living room.
When Qian Rui saw him coming out, he hurriedly asked, "Doctor Zhao, how is the chief?"
"It's nothing. Just two more acupunctures will be enough. Don't worry!" Zhao Jinyu said, not only to comfort Qian Rui and others, but also to Zhou Weimin.
Although Qian Rui had known for a long time that it wouldn't be serious, he still felt more relieved when he heard him say this. Of course, maybe it was more of an attitude. When he got the exact answer, he said goodbye to Zhou Weimin and prepared to leave.
Before leaving, he glanced at Zhao Jinyu again, and the expression on his face stopped. In the end, he said nothing and went out with his two assistants.
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