Fubao wears books and becomes a group pet

Chapter 883 Who Is Reliable

Fu Bao didn't say anything, because Qin Xiaoyun and the accompanying doctor got into an argument.

It was said to be a quarrel, but in fact it was Qin Xiaoyun's unilateral cynicism there, which made the accompanying doctor's face flush with anger.

Although the accompanying doctor is not a top-notch professor, he is of a certain level, and has always been respected by everyone in the crew. Now he is very angry when he meets Qin Xiaoyun who is arrogant.

"Miss Jiang, no matter what, this patient really can't move. Not only can't move, it's better to get some emergency treatment, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."

The accompanying doctor saw that he couldn't make up his mind with Qin Xiaoyun, so he could only talk to the more reasonable Jiang Wanyin.

How did he know that if Jiang Wanyin approved of him, wouldn't it mean that she thought her medical skills were not good?

This runs counter to Jiang Wanyin's idea of ​​creating herself as a genius doctor.

Jiang Wanyin smiled slightly: "Doctor Xu, I've seen it. Zhuang Xia just broke her leg. Although the fall was serious, it's okay. I can cure it, but you said she had a pneumothorax. I don't agree with that either. Although she is short of breath and pale, this is actually her asthma attack, not the pneumothorax you mentioned."

The accompanying doctor was in a hurry. He was also the director of major surgery, and he had been working in a major hospital in the city before he came to the program group. If he couldn't even distinguish the obvious difference between pneumothorax and asthma, wouldn't he have been an adult all these years in vain?
He deliberately didn't want to fight with Jiang Wanyin, after all, she was the closed disciple of the president of the Medical Association, but if he offended him, then he would stop working in this profession in the future.

But once the diagnosis is wrong, it is a life.

How could he watch a fresh human life disappear in front of his eyes?

"Miss Jiang, Miss Zhuang is indeed pneumothorax. I guarantee it with my years of experience in the industry."

Jiang Wanyin's face darkened: "Doctor Xu, what do you mean? Are you saying that my teacher, Professor Chen, is not good enough? So he didn't teach me well?"

Dr. Xu stopped talking immediately, his face flushed from holding back.

There is no way to answer this question. How can he say that the president of the Medical Association is not good enough?But if he approves of Jiang Wanyin, isn't that harmful?
Si Fangfang couldn't stand it, and said with a sneer, "Oh, Jiang Wanyin, I don't like what you said. No matter how good Mr. Chen is, Mr. Chen is still the best. Don't tell me you've been Mr. Chen's disciple for a day? Do you think you can become a teacher? If medicine is so easy to learn, then everyone who has studied in medical school for five years must be a genius?"

As soon as Si Fangfang said these words, the Internet exploded again.

"What do you mean? Does Si Fangfang mean what I understand? This Jiang Wanyin actually took a class with Professor Chen for a day?"

"Upstairs, your understanding is correct. If Si Fangfang is not joking."

"How can such a thing be joked about? Although Si Fangfang is a relatively second-rate person, she never tells lies. I believe her."

"I'll go, what's the matter with this Jiang Wanyin? How dare she say that she is Professor Chen's closed disciple after studying for a day?"

"I am a student in medical school. I have been studying for three years. I dare not easily judge whether a person has pneumothorax or asthma. After all, the appearance is very similar, but in fact it has to be judged by taking a film. Of course, the older practitioners The doctor can see it at a glance."

"Doesn't that mean that what Dr. Xu said is more reliable?"

(End of this chapter)