This doctor is not short of money

Chapter 193
And when Du Heng and the others were having a meeting, the attending doctor Xia Zhengjiang of the Provincial Cancer Hospital looked at the film in his hand and tsk-tsk sounded, with a bloody expression on his face.

Pei Jihua was waiting impatiently, and couldn't help asking, "Doctor Xia, what's the matter with me? Is it good or bad?"

Xia Zhengjiang pointed at the film and said in disbelief, "You are the best. See, your shadow has become smaller, only seven millimeters."

After speaking, he turned to look at Pei Jihua, "If you hadn't taken these two films in our hospital, I would have wondered if you took someone else's film to amuse me."

While speaking, he kept looking at Pei Jihua with scrutiny, his eyes full of curiosity.

Pei Jihua was a little excited, and quickly asked Xia Zhengjiang, "Doctor Xia, am I developing in a good direction?"

"Of course, if this situation continues, in two months, this shadow will completely disappear."

"Thank you, Dr. Xia, thank you, Dr. Xia."

Being thanked Xia Zhengjiang didn't feel the slightest joy, because this matter has nothing to do with him.All he did was watch two films.

So he was more curious about how Pei Jihua did it, "Can you tell me how you did it?"

"I still remember what I told you. A doctor from a clinic told me about my physical condition. But then I went to him again and found out that he was not a doctor from a clinic, but a doctor from a health center."

Pei Jihua was a little excited, his brows and eyes were full of joy, "You can't be cured, so I asked him to prescribe some medicine for me, but I didn't expect it to be effective."

Xia Zhengjiang clicked his tongue, "You really met a capable Chinese medicine doctor, how old is this doctor?"

"28." He remembers this age very clearly. He was shocked when he saw it on the bulletin board of the hospital.

"28? Are you kidding?" Xia Zhengjiang was surprised.

He thought he was an old man, at least in his 40s, because the profession of Chinese medicine depends too much on age and experience.Unexpectedly, he heard the number 28, which made him a little hard to accept.

While tidying up the removed films, Pei Jihua said with a smile, "Not only is he young, but he is also the director of their hospital. He is really young and promising."

After packing up his things in twos and twos, Pei Jihua ignored Xia Zhengjiang who was restrained, and waved his hand with the bag, "Doctor Xia, you are busy, so I'll go first." After speaking, he left gracefully with a happy expression.

That is, the occasion is wrong, and I am too old.Otherwise, Pei Jihua felt that he should be jumping when walking now, otherwise it would not be enough to express his joy and excitement.

After returning to the unit, Pei Jihua looked at the report in his hand, recalling Xia Zhengjiang's words just now, and couldn't calm down for a while.

One cannot be unconscionable, and if Du Heng hadn't reminded him that day, he wouldn't have discovered it so early.If you wait until you have symptoms, it may be too late.

There is nothing to repay, only to use the convenience of one's own position.

Not long after, he turned on his computer, pulled the keyboard, and started typing.

Look at the ten fingers constantly jumping on the keyboard, just like butterflies wearing flowers, joyful elves.And the whole typing process is really smooth and smooth, without any jams at all.

When the rest of the office put on their backpacks and got ready to leave work, he also finished typing the last word.There was no time to modify it, so it was sent directly to the editor-in-chief, and then he rushed into the editor-in-chief's office full of excitement, and stopped the editor-in-chief who was about to leave work.

"President Fan, I sent a manuscript to your mailbox, please take a look." Pei Jihua stopped the editor-in-chief eagerly and excitedly.

The editor-in-chief smiled and continued to pack his things, "Xiao Pei, why are you so excited about the manuscript? I'll read it when I come to work tomorrow. I have a dinner date with my daughter tonight."

"Mr. Fan, take a look. It's only a few thousand words, and it's very fast."

Not only did Pei Jihua talk, but he also started directly, taking the bag from Mr. Fan's hand.

Mr. Fan glanced helplessly at Pei Jihua, but seeing that this person was standing in front of him, he could only open the closed notebook again.

While logging into the mailbox, he said helplessly, "Is it true that you can't wait until tomorrow to read what you wrote?"

"Mr. Fan, watch it. I'm so excited. If you don't watch it, I might not be able to sleep tonight."

Clicking on the mailbox, he found the email that Pei Jihua had sent just now, President Fan opened it with extreme reluctance and read it.

However, with the movement of his gaze, the impatient and perfunctory look on the editor's face gradually faded away, and then there was a trace of surprise, he looked up at Pei Jihua and asked, "Xiao Pei, did you really have a tumor? This matter is serious." No nonsense."

Pei Jihua did not refute with words, but turned around and left the office, took the film bag from his desk, and returned to the editor's office again.

No language is as convincing as these reports and films.

The editor-in-chief glanced at the bag on the table, and the words Provincial Cancer Hospital clearly caught his eye.Turning his head and taking a deep look at Pei Jihua, he didn't say anything, but turned his gaze to the computer again.

But this time, his expression was much more serious.

But watching, he slowly widened his eyes again, and switched back and forth between the computer and Pei Jihua from time to time. After finishing all the content, he leaned back on the chair and looked at Pei Jihua, "Xiao Pei , what you wrote is true? Is the tumor shrinking?"

"Of course." Pei Jihua answered simply and neatly.

He knew that the editor-in-chief, like him, couldn't understand what was on the film, so he took out the two reports.

On the report, apart from the text description, the rest is the result data of the two inspections.

The editor-in-chief took it over and carefully compared the data on the two sheets, not sloppy at all, and murmured, "For the first time, the diameter is about 1 cm... This is today's date, the diameter is about 0.7 cm. [-]...cm?"

"This is real?"

"real."

The editor-in-chief took the list and exhaled, "He is really a genius doctor." After speaking, he turned his head to the computer, pointed to the article on the screen and said, "Then what you said about treating stroke paralysis and hemiplegia is also true. ? Is there proof?"

Pei Jihua couldn't hide the smile on his face, and said excitedly, "It's true. When I went to get the medicine for the second time, I specially left the contact information of a few patients. I have been in touch for the past two weeks. It is understood that They are all recovering well now. And I also found the paper written by Dr. Du, which is indeed in the core journal."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the editor-in-chief seriously, "President Fan, can this manuscript be published?"

"Yes, it must be published. Such a doctor should be publicized vigorously. The more famous he is, the better it is for patients."

Speaking of this, the editor-in-chief paused for a while, pointed to the article on the computer and said, "But the manuscript still needs to be revised, and you have to add some convincing real cases."

"No problem, Mr. Fan. I have recorded the recordings of the patients I contacted, and I have organized them. I have also obtained their permission. I will add them now."

"Don't worry, you have to have a good rest now, don't be tired."

"Thank you, editor-in-chief, for your concern. I'm fine."

The editor-in-chief got on the computer, took the bag that Pei Jihua had snatched, and said with a smile, "Anyway, you just need to pay attention, I'll go first."

With the permission of the editor-in-chief, Pei Jihua consciously opened the door for Mr. Fan, and then sent him out respectfully, "Mr. Fan, go slowly."

(End of this chapter)