NBA: The best team doctor in history

Chapter 119: One sentence with great value, cures House's lameness

Jiang Ming doesn't spoil House!

You can act cool and act special in front of others, but forget it with me!

Sure enough, there was no sound from the other end of the phone after this sentence, but 10 seconds later the door of House's team's office opened.

The blond handsome assistant poked his head out:
"Our director wants to see you."

"Let's go."

Jiang Ming and Sean exchanged glances, and under the nurse's astonished gaze, they walked into the office with their heads held high.

The nurse was shocked that someone would dare to mention his lameness in front of House.
You have to know that he is a genius doctor. If he could cure the disease, he would have done it long ago. As a result, no doctor would talk about his foot problems in front of him. Instead, many ordinary people would ask him what's wrong with his foot when they saw him, but House never answered.

Diagnostics Kohaus Director's Office.

The first thing Jiang Ming and his companion saw when they entered the door was a man sitting directly on the largest desk with a rattan stick next to him.

The kind that sits directly in front of the computer.

Unlike the two assistants next to him, House was dressed casually in jeans and sneakers instead of a neat white coat, which was far from the image of a good doctor.

Jiang Ming glanced at the other three tables. He guessed that he had three personal assistants. One of them didn't come. The other two were the handsome blond guy just now and a blond beauty in her 3s. So House's configuration was similar to his own?

Are they all young, handsome and beautiful doctors?
Dengdeng!

The sound of the rattan stick hitting the edge of the desk brought Jiang Ming's gaze back to House.

He looked at Jiang Mingdao with a ferocious expression:
"Tell me, how to cure it?"

Sean's direct filter is broken:

"Hey, hey, hey, Director House, can you please not be so rude? Director Jiang Ming is still a guest from abroad after all!"

"so what?"

House, with a face full of stubble, touched his flat head, limped down from the table with the help of a rattan stick. To be honest, he looked a bit like those middle-aged men in American TV series who became bohemian and unruly after experiencing misfortunes.

"Of course I'll treat it, but you have to help me treat someone too."

House limped directly to Jiang Ming with his eyes wide open, squinting his eyes and obviously remembering something:
"Your name is Jiang Ming? I remember that you were the one who succeeded in the last consultation with the pioneers?"

"Ah."

"The Green Army invited you?"

"Ah."

Ok?
The blonde beauty sitting next to her changed her expression.

I can't sit still anymore.

The two men downplayed the issue, but the assistants knew that any of these words would be a big deal if it came from any other doctor.

If these things happened to an ordinary doctor, he would have to brag about it for years, but Jiang Ming just simply said "hmm".

Ordinary people may not know the value of a successful consultation. An average doctor may not stand out in a consultation even once in his lifetime.

House seemed to acknowledge Jiang Ming's "background" and said to the blonde assistant without saying much:
"Pour some water and go into the meeting room."

"OK!"

The two assistants also knew that a great man from the NBA team medical team had arrived, and they quickly stood up and started to take care of the matter.

Two minutes later.

Jiang Ming and Sean sat opposite House in the conference room.

I thought House would ask in detail how to treat his lameness, but unexpectedly he started by asking why Jiang Ming wanted to see him and what the patient's condition was.

Jiang Ming immediately knew what he was thinking.

As a doctor, House is probably like him, more interested in difficult and complicated diseases, and is too lazy to treat or correct his own illnesses.

In House's opinion, anything that Jiang Ming at his level couldn't handle was definitely worthy of his attention, so he just wanted to know what Jiang Ming wanted him to help with.

"Osteosarcoma? It's very difficult to cut it out completely. I need to look at the patient's condition and the imaging images." "It will be quick. He should be able to arrive at your hospital this afternoon."

House glanced at Jiang Ming and thought, you are so outgoing, are you really sure that I will help you?

But it also shows Jiang Ming's confidence, so House also expressed his sincerity next:
"If it's the situation you described, our team can cut it cleanly, and you can also cooperate."

The blonde assistant beside him also smiled and said, "Yes, we have done this kind of operation before. It's no problem for you to use our operating room, but I suggest you find out the cost first."

"Don't worry about that."

"Next, tell me about yourself, Director." Jiang Ming pointed at House's rough cane.

But unexpectedly, when Jiang Ming mentioned his lameness, House stopped talking, motioned to the handsome male assistant to lift his right leg onto the table, and then said:

"I don't know. You can cure it, right? Check it yourself."

"you!"

Sean's face turned red with anger. He couldn't hide his feelings. He was at a loss as to what to do, wanting to ask Jiang Ming not to check, but also wanting to scold House.

Because Jiang Ming was just asking about the patient's medical history and the cause of the disease, how could he be so uncooperative?

Jiang Ming just laughed:

"You think I can't find out anything if I don't ask about the patient's medical history?"

"Excuse me for being blunt, but lameness is the most common disease we treat in traditional Chinese medicine surgery. It's very simple. Here's a plaster. Apply it on your foot first."

Jiang Ming threw the ointment he developed to House and motioned Sean to come over.

This time Sean was extremely smart. He directly pulled up House's leg before he could react after receiving the plaster!

Seeing House's instantly panicked expression, Sean pushed him, his chair and his legs to the side of Jiang Ming, and then put House's legs directly on the small stool in front of Jiang Ming.

"Hey, hey, hey, you guys"

"What are you doing?"

The two assistants of House's team were stunned by what they saw. Damn, is this director so unethical?
Jiang Ming used his index and middle fingers to measure and press his shrunken right foot several times, and then he made a decision:

"You can put on the plaster first."

"Row."

Sean grabbed House's foot and started applying the plaster, with a certain amount of personal emotion in his strength.

"Ah! Be gentle, you little brat!"

"Say more?"

Sean grabbed his foot.

"You can do whatever you want!"

At this moment, House no longer had the arrogance he had just now. He was like a patient in Sean's hands and couldn't resist at all.

Only after the plaster was applied to his lame foot did Sean put his leg back on the table:

"I won't help you put it down. This will help blood circulation."

Jiang Ming nodded, while House blushed and put his legs down with his hands in embarrassment. Only after putting them down did he regain his normal expression:
"What are you doing! Don't misdiagnose!"

"Take it off after 12 hours. Come back tomorrow if you think it's effective."

Jiang Ming smiled after seeing that House was now much more obedient.

There are no doctors with really weird tempers, they are just spoiled!

He just won't tolerate these kinds of bad habits of doctors!

Please also think about the problem from the patient's perspective!
Sure enough, seeing Jiang Ming doing the same thing, House felt the coolness on his feet and asked shyly:

"Director Jiang Jiang, can you tell me a little bit about it?"

(End of this chapter)