Siheyuan: Fishing for All Things.

Zhao Er wiped his hands, took it and looked at it for a few seconds, then immediately said, "Go, someone, kill a pig... Let's entertain the free clinic team."

"okay."

Someone responded and ran out immediately.

"You guys should work as you should. If anyone dares to make trouble, I will deal with them." Zhao Er held Li Feng's hand affectionately and said, "How is the little doctor? How are you doing recently?"

Li Xiaoyue and Chen Bin were both stunned.

Is their teacher’s reputation… really that big?

Even in such a difficult period, they still slaughtered pigs to entertain them.

Zhang Manyun curled her lips and thought to herself: You haven't met Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, Wang Chao and Ma Han yet.

after dinner.

Li Feng and Zhang Manyun started to set up the stall. At this time, four young men drove two donkey carts over and started to help without saying a word.

"You are..." Li Xiaoyue was a little confused.

"My name is Zhang Tiedan, and this is my third brother Zhang Tieshuan." A dark-skinned young man grinned, "You are the young doctor's students, and the village sent us to follow you... until the free clinic is over."

"I'm Li Daniu, he's Li Laosi... We're here to help you too." Li Daniu said with a simple smile, "Our branch secretary also asked us to accompany you in the free medical consultation and take care of your life..."

After that, they began to sort and count the herbs in the car.

When Chen Bin saw this, his eyes lit up and he immediately rushed to the pile of herbs, wishing he could kiss them.

He has been deeply tortured by Lin Shaowen these days and is almost developing feelings for the herbs.

"Senior brother, senior sister..."

Li Xiaoyue pulled Zhang Manyun's sleeve.

"Our teacher has a lot of face, don't worry."

Zhang Manyun pinched her cheeks and began the formal free medical consultation.

The Zhang brothers and the Li brothers also immediately started to get busy, and the villagers who heard the news began to line up.

Xie He Hospital.

After Zhang Manyun left, the hospital sent a young female doctor to assist Lin Shaowen.

In just two days, the female doctor was already full of admiration for Lin Shaowen.

"Dean Lin, are you still accepting students?"

"Wu Yu, don't set your sights on Dean Lin." Zhang Yuyang walked in cheerfully. "I don't know how many people are lining up at the Medical University to apply for Dean Lin's major."

"Hey."

Wu Yu sighed and remained silent.

"What are you doing here?" Lin Shaowen frowned.

"I'm here to invite you to a consultation." Zhang Yuyang said seriously.

"Consultation?" Lin Shaowen also restrained his expression.

"It's very tricky. It's a recurrence of an old injury." Zhang Yuyang sighed.

Consultation room.

Lin Shaowen was stunned when he came in, "Mr. Zhao, Mr. Deng, you..."

"Boy, that's good. You've become the vice president." Deng Guangrong said with a smile.

"The old injury has relapsed, could it be..." Lin Shaowen's face changed.

"It's him." Zhao Qingming smiled bitterly, "He's not in Sichuan. The medical conditions there are poor...so he came to Beijing for treatment, and it's been delayed for a long time."

"Ahem." Zhang Yuyang coughed twice and said loudly, "The information is all on the table. Take turns to look at it... and then give your opinions."

Lin Shaowen smiled at Zhao Qingming and the others, then sat next to Zhang Yuyang.

After he got the medical records, he looked at Deng Guangrong in surprise and sighed slightly.

It's true that you can't leave the front line even if you are only slightly injured. This thick medical record must have hurt your body.

for a long time.

"Tell me your opinions." Zhang Yuyang said in a deep voice.

"I suggest surgery to remove part of the diseased lung." The director of thoracic surgery spoke first. "Comrade Deng Guangrong's long-term cough and difficulty breathing are all caused by lung disease."

"It's not something that can be solved with just one cut." The head of the respiratory department held a different opinion. "He not only has lung disease, but also a serious respiratory infection... If we really have to cut it off, what about the esophagus? It can't be removed either, right?"

"You treat headaches with the head and feet with the feet?" The director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department of Surgery said disdainfully, "It's not just his lungs that have problems... He has liver fire stagnation and his qi and blood are disordered. These are all manifestations of mental distress."

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Chapter 226 Procrastination and Conservative Treatment

Peking Union Medical College is indeed a top hospital, and the doctors in each department have their own insistence. There are more than 20 treatment plans, which is dazzling.

"President Lin, what do you think?" Zhang Yuyang asked, tilting his head.

"My opinion is that it is better to stay still than to move." Lin Shaowen pointed at the medical records and said, "All his symptoms are not new, but have existed for a long time."

"Dean Lin, do you mean not to treat it?" someone frowned.

"It's not that we don't want treatment." Lin Shaowen said in a deep voice, "He looks healthy, but he can't stand the torture. Once he has surgery, blood and qi will leak out, and he will get worse and worse."

"Dean Lin, what is your treatment plan?" Zhang Yuyang frowned.

"Give him acupuncture, take medicine, and delay as long as possible." Lin Shaowen uttered three words.

"drag?"

Deng Guangrong also frowned.

Everyone knows that if you are sick you must seek treatment. If you delay treatment, a minor illness may turn into a major one.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Are you afraid of death?" Zhao Qingming said contemptuously.

"I'm afraid of death?" Deng Guangrong was so angry that he laughed, "Zhao Qingming, who dragged you out of the pile of dead bodies? It was me."

"Go to hell, I've even blocked a bullet for you before." Zhao Qingming said disdainfully.

"This is a consultation room, not a command center." Zhang Yuyang knocked on the table.

Zhao Qingming and Deng Guangrong immediately became obedient.

No one dares to act tough with doctors in a hospital, no matter how high their official position.

"The delay I'm talking about may be different from what you think." Lin Shaowen shook his head and said, "There are many kinds of delays. For example, taking your body as an example, we delay until you are 90 years old, or even longer... I'm going to say something you don't like to hear, but you may not even live that long."

“That’s a good idea.”

Zhang Yuyang and all the doctors' eyes lit up, as if a new door had been opened.

All doctors are thinking about curing diseases. In fact, it is a treatment idea to delay the disease and prevent it from getting worse while not hindering the normal functioning of the body.

This is especially true for patients who are not suitable for surgery.

"Dean Lin, does this method have a name?" someone asked.

"You can call it 'conservative treatment'." Lin Shaowen said seriously.

"Conservative treatment, what a good name." Zhang Yuyang said excitedly.

Lin Shaowen burst out laughing. In fact, Chinese medicine has proposed "conservative treatment" a long time ago. There are even cases in ancient medical books. However, many people have ignored it and just think that doctors have given up on it.

"President Lin, how long do you think I can delay?" Deng Guangrong asked with a smile.

“Given your physical condition, as long as you take your medicines and check up on time, and adjust your prescriptions...it won’t be a problem for you to live to a very old age.” Lin Shaowen joked.

“Hahaha.” Deng Guangrong pointed at Lin Shaowen and laughed, “Dean Lin, are you interested in going to Sichuan with me…”

"Deng Guangrong." Zhang Yuyang glared and shouted.

After only meeting him a few times, I wanted to poach his people.

"Forget about going to Sichuan, why don't you just come to Beijing?" Lin Shaowen said with a smile.

"Come to the capital."

Deng Guangrong murmured something, and couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head.

"Don't be so pessimistic about everything. Didn't the ancients often say: Just do good things and don't worry about the future?" Lin Shaowen said calmly.

"Damn it, I'm already over 60 years old, and I didn't expect that I would still need a kid like you to comfort me in my old age."

Deng Guangrong laughed heartily and looked at Lin Shaowen with admiration in his eyes.

"Director Lin, Comrade Deng Guangrong's treatment plan..." Zhang Yuyang paused.

"Let me do it."

Lin Shaowen shook his head. "I have seen him once before."

"you saw it?"

Not only Zhang Yuyang, but other doctors also exclaimed.

When Lin Shaowen first came to Union Hospital, many chief physicians were not convinced, but Lin Shaowen relied on his medical skills and medical ethics to carve out a path for himself. No matter how old or experienced the doctor was, they had to respectfully address him as "President Lin" when they saw him.

Since he had seen it, why did his condition get worse? This shouldn't be the case.

"Sometimes, it's not that we doctors are not responsible, but that the patients don't listen." Lin Shaowen said slowly, then looked at Deng Guangrong and smiled, "Isn't that right? Comrade Deng Guangrong."

"This……"

Deng Guangrong felt a little ashamed for a rare moment.

"Didn't you take your medicine on time?" Zhang Yuyang frowned.

"I'm busy. I'm so busy that I don't even remember to take my medicine."

Deng Guangrong was so anxious that he even spoke in his native dialect.

"Then what are you doing here at Union Hospital?" Zhang Yuyang snorted, "You didn't follow the doctor's orders, and in the end you said our doctors didn't treat you well. Aren't you just looking for trouble?"

"Damn it, I didn't say the doctor didn't do his job." Deng Guangrong said, feeling a little guilty. "I'm not feeling well, so I came... to take a look."

"Come to my clinic and I will diagnose you again. I have great faith in the medical skills of the directors, but if it is not time for surgery... it is best not to use the knife." Lin Shaowen sighed.

"With Dean Lin taking action, we feel relieved." Everyone complimented.

"Okay, since you are familiar with the patient, I'll leave it to you. Just let me know if you need any help." Zhang Yuyang said with the final word.

"Row."

Lin Shaowen nodded with a smile.

Consultation room.

Lin Shaowen glanced at Zhao Qingming, frowned and said, "Mr. Zhao, please come here first..."

"I'm calling you."

Deng Guangrong pushed him with a smile.

"I can't leave?" Zhao Qingming rolled his eyes.

Lin Shaowen couldn't help but be speechless. Once this man is with his best friend, his mentality will indeed become younger.

Zhao Qingming placed his hand on the consultation table. After Lin Shaowen knocked on it, he was slightly stunned and said with a somewhat unpleasant expression, "Didn't you retire? Why are you still in such a state of mental distress?"

"I……"

Zhao Qingming opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

"Ah." Lin Shaowen sighed, "I know you have a lot of things to do and think about. But your body really won't allow it. If you continue like this... you won't be able to bear it."

If people do heavy work for a long time, they will not age quickly. But if they think too much, their body functions will be consumed quickly. This is because if the brain is overloaded for a long time, all the energy of the body will be used for the brain first.

"Old Zhao, you should quit now." Deng Guangrong sighed, "Don't worry too much about my affairs."

"How long can my body last?" Zhao Qingming said in a deep voice.

“If this situation continues, you can live another ten years, which is a blessing from your ancestors.” Lin Shaowen said helplessly.

"Ten years is enough." Zhao Qingming smiled slightly.