doctor magician

Chapter 107 Planning
Dr. Xu took the note to the office of Director Du of the Gastroenterology Department, told what happened just now, and then handed the note to him.

Director Du read the note with a sullen face, slapped it on the table, looked at Dr. Xu and said, "What do you think should be done?"

Dr. Xu immediately saw Director Du's displeasure, and was a little terrified: "Actually, I think it's ridiculous. When the old nun was admitted to the hospital, all the blood tests were normal, and there was no sign of anemia. Her long-term diarrhea should be It’s still enteritis, and I suspect it’s related to thyroid disease. Because of hyperthyroidism, too much thyroid hormone acting on the gastrointestinal tract will cause diarrhea, and I’m just about to suggest to the director whether to check the thyroid.”

Director Du's expression softened a little, and he said, "I thought you gave me this because you agreed with his point of view. These fortune tellers are really outrageous. They dare to talk nonsense for a few dollars. And it has extended its tentacles to the hospital, which is getting more and more excessive."

Dr. Xu lowered his voice and said: "I heard that Director Qiu of the nephrology department believed in this very much, and a fortune teller handed him a note, and he really did what the fortune teller told him to do. It's incredible."

Dr. Du raised his voice and said, "When I said that the tentacles reached the hospital, I was talking about this. These people studied materialism, but they practiced theism and idealism. They are obedient to others and contrary to others. Fortunately, they have been educated for many years. Yes. If you still pretend to be a ghost in the hospital, then you can’t become a witch doctor? After that, you might have to dance a magic trick in the hospital!"

"Yes, yes!" Dr. Xu looked back to see that there was no one outside the door, and said in a low voice, "I heard that Dean Zheng is behind Director Qiu to support him, maybe this Dean Zheng also believes in fortune-telling That set."

Dr. Du nodded resentfully, and lowered his voice and said, "Yes, our hospital is really full of smog, and there are everyone. There is a good saying in the ****: the temple is small and the devil is strong, and the pool is shallow and full of kings. It’s right to use it on this point!”

Dr. Xu giggled dryly, glanced behind him again, lowered his voice, and almost leaned into Dr. Du's ear and said, "The director's words can't be more right. Sometimes the people below us can't see it. We wondered, how did these feudal-minded people get into such a high position as the dean? Could it be that the leaders above are all blind?"

Director Du stared, and said: "You can't talk nonsense! - Leaders, they are busy with things, how can they take care of so much? Some people are especially good at deceiving others, doing one thing to the face and another to the other. Leaders are naturally blinded."

"That's right, it's not that we're incompetent, it's that **** is too cunning." Dr. Xu bowed his waist, quoting a classic line from the movie "The Northern War".

Director Du waved him out, picked up the note and read it again, rolled his eyes a few times, put the note in the pocket of his white coat, stood up, dusted off the non-existent dust on the white coat, Coughing twice, he walked out of the office.

He came to the office of Vice President Chen Zhiyuan and knocked on the door.

Chen Zhiyuan was on the phone with a smile on his face, when he heard someone knocking on the door, he said to the microphone: "Honey, I have something to do, so I won't talk to you. Hang up first!"

A woman's very sweet voice came from the phone, insisting on asking him to kiss first, so Chen Zhiyuan had no choice but to put his mouth on the phone receiver and kiss her, and then hung up the phone with satisfaction.

Chen Zhiyuan straightened his clothes and said in a dignified voice, "Come in!"

Director Du pushed the door open, walked quickly to the desk, bowed his waist and said, "Dean Chen."

Director Du has a good relationship with Chen Zhiyuan, so when Chen Zhiyuan saw him, he blamed him for interrupting his private phone call, and asked angrily, "It's you, what are you doing?"

"Dean Chen, the fortune teller appeared again last time, and this time he extended his tentacles to our department, so let me report to you, should I report this to Dean Zheng!"

Sure enough, Chen Zhiyuan's eyes lit up immediately, he stared at him and nodded slowly, "Well, what's going on?"

Director Du hurriedly took out the note and handed it to Chen Zhiyuan, saying: "Dean Chen, in our department, there is an old nun who is suffering from chronic enteritis. I ran to find a fortune teller to forget about it. The fortune teller wrote this note, and I was very angry when I saw it. These fortune tellers are lawless and cheat money. , let me report to you, do you want to report this matter to Dean Zheng as well!"

Speaking of the latter, he looked at Chen Zhiyuan meaningfully.

Chen Zhiyuan is the oldest vice president of the hospital. Before the old president retired and the current president Zheng was transferred to be the president of the Second Provincial Hospital, he had always been the most popular to succeed the old president as the president of the Second Provincial Hospital. Unexpectedly, Dean Zheng came in by air, and he felt very uncomfortable, so he always looked for opportunities to find fault with Dean Zheng, trying to get rid of him.However, several attacks in a row were painless, and it was difficult to shake Dean Zheng's position. Now he saw a new opportunity.

And Director Du has been following Chen Zhiyuan closely, and if he wants to help him ascend to the throne of dean, then he can enjoy the shade under the big tree.

In the early 90s, the political system was relatively conservative, and using feudal superstition as a means of attack was definitely a blockbuster, especially in the field of hospital health, which focused on science.

Therefore, he has always wanted to collect materials in this regard. Director Du is now handing him a pillow when he wants to sleep. Report to the dean as soon as possible, and handle it according to the dean's instructions. However, it is not good for you to report directly, since the patient believes in fortune-telling, let the patient's escort go!"

When Director Du heard this, he couldn't help but give Forsythia a thumbs up. Chen Zhiyuan is a scheming man. Let the patient's family members go. No matter what happens in the future, it has nothing to do with them. They just need to contribute to the flames and collect materials. The goal is to advance, attack, retreat, and defend. This is a brilliant move.

Director Du nodded repeatedly, and said, "Okay, then I'll go talk to the patient escort."

"Very well, you must resolutely implement any instructions from Dean Zheng. At the same time, you must pay attention to keeping the dean's instruction materials well, and keep the instructions of the leaders properly."

Director Du immediately understood what Chen Zhiyuan was referring to, nodded quickly and said, "I understand, don't worry, the dean, I will definitely handle it properly."

Director Du came out of Chen Zhiyuan's office, returned to the director's office, called Dr. Xu into the office, handed him the note, and said, "The doctors in our department prescribe medicines based on the diagnosis results, but what is the difference between the patient's family members?" Opinions can be reported to the leaders of the hospital, and you can go directly to Dean Zheng. If the dean has any instructions, we must of course follow them. You tell the escort of the old nun this way. And tell them clearly, not verbally, you must have Dean Zheng We can only follow the instructions written by him. Otherwise, it will not work.”

Dr. Xu often followed Director Du's side to observe the words and expressions, and learned a lot. When he heard this, he immediately heard the meaning of the words, and after thinking about it, he understood, and nodded quickly: "Okay, Director, I will go to the patient to accompany you." , ask them to go to Dean Zheng and ask him for instructions."

Director Du nodded approvingly, and waved his hand: "A child can be taught, go!"

Dr. Xu called Miaoxiang to the doctor's office, handed her the note, and said, "I asked our director for instructions, and the director said that what was said in the note made sense, but it is not good for our director to directly change the treatment plan. After all, he It is a fortune teller, so we suggest you go to our director. If the director Zheng signs and agrees to it and instructs us to follow the above opinions, we will change the treatment plan for your master according to the advice of this fortune teller. You What do you think?"

Miao Xiang nodded, took the note, hesitated, and said, "Then, does what this note says make sense? According to the above, can it cure my master's illness?"

"It's not easy to say, but I personally and our director think what the fortune teller said is very reasonable, and I heard that this fortune teller has given advice to many patients with difficult diseases and cured them, your master The disease cannot be cured for a long time, it is also very good to have a different way of thinking. You can try it."

Miaoxiang nodded gratefully, took the note and turned to leave, but was stopped by Dr. Xu again, and said: "You must get the written instructions from our dean, remember, otherwise there is nothing we can do, the hospital is very serious. Be polite."

Miao Xiang nodded vigorously, explaining clearly.Dr. Xu pointed him to Dean Zheng's office.

Miao Xiang took the note and found Dean Zheng's office, knocked on the door and went in. Dean Zheng was looking at the materials wearing reading glasses. When he saw a little nun coming in, he was a little surprised and quickly got up to give up his seat.

Miao Xiang was very nervous, her face was already flushed, she didn't know what to say, she just put the note on the table.

Dean Zheng was a little bit surprised that a beautiful nun handed him a note. What kind of thing is this?He was very curious, picked up the note and read it carefully, he couldn't help being a little surprised.

What surprised him first was that the handwriting on this note was exactly the same as the three notes that Director Zhang had shown him in the Nephrology Department, and it was obviously written by the same person.

Huang Lili's husband was misdiagnosed with aplastic anemia earlier, which touched Dean Zheng a lot.This time, the fortune teller wrote out a note again, and he already had a reminder of the previous successful case, so Dean Zheng read it carefully, read the words on the note, thought about it, and asked Miaoxiang: "This note Did a fortune teller give it to you?"

Upon hearing this, Miao Xiang quickly nodded and said: "Yes, he opened a company in the fortune-telling street in the railway station square. He is very young, but his fortune-telling is very accurate. Just now, Dr. Xu said that he and the director of the department also agreed with the paper. The opinion on the note, Dean, please let them treat my master according to the note."

(End of this chapter)