This doctor has a system

Chapter 605 667. Interlude
Just at 8 o'clock in the morning, the cell phone rang. Gao Feng opened his sleepy eyes. He had tossed and turned three times last night and felt a little sore in his waist today.

But he is still ready for multiple battles if necessary.

Li Xinyao was even more miserable. Last night, her long legs were almost broken, and the noisy ringing of the phone did not wake her up.

Gao Feng picked up the phone and it turned out to be Dean Guo calling.

The leader called me, especially early in the morning, so it must be no small matter.

"Gao Feng, are you home?" Director Guo asked, "There is a patient I need you to see."

"Okay, I'll be there in half an hour." Gao Feng replied immediately.

As the morning light passed over the windowsill on the third floor, the green ivy under the eaves was dripping its seventh drop of dew. The smell of disinfectant was crushed by the wind into the sweet fragrance of the golden and silver ivy. Under the peeling beige paint on the exterior wall of the hospital building, a few wild roses struggled to show their scarlet petals from the cracks.

The old locust tree in the southwest corner was full of locust flowers, and the snow-colored petals fell on the top of the rusty infusion stand, and were blown by the draft to the closed glass window. Someone reached out to catch the fluttering white, his knuckles gleaming bluish-white in the morning sun, and the lines of his palms were embedded with fine pollen.

Dean Guo led the group through the corridor and walked towards the Department of Rare Disease Medicine.

"Director Guo, it's already 8 o'clock, and your doctors haven't come to work yet?" a middle-aged man in a brown jacket asked, looking a little dissatisfied. "This work attitude is not good!"

"That's not the case. Our work system is quite strict." Dean Guo explained with a smile, "Professor Gao is taking a break today."

This is Dean Guo’s first impression of middle-aged people.

"Jiang Tao, please stop talking." An old man in a wheelchair said, "We are here to see a doctor, so we must respect the doctor."

"I know, Dad." The middle-aged man in the brown jacket responded.

Looking at the sign of the Department of Rare Disease Medicine, the old man in the wheelchair's eyes lit up.

"Director Guo, is this department dedicated to treating difficult and complicated cases?"

"Yes, yes!" Dean Guo replied with a smile, "Professor Gao is very good at treating these difficult and complicated cases. Apart from X and, we are the only one who has opened a special department for this. We are currently a collaborative unit."

"Besides, many patients there still need Professor Gao's opinion."

"Really?!" The old man's voice became higher this time, "Then I have come to the right place this time."

"Just come here and see the doctor with peace of mind." Dean Guo said with a smile, "I'll ask Professor Gao to examine you carefully and try to find out the cause of your illness as soon as possible."

"Yeah." A glimmer of hope appeared in the old man's eyes.

"President Guo, don't be so confident." The middle-aged man in the brown jacket said, "We have been to many hospitals, but many experts have not been able to give us a clear answer."

“This isn’t some famous hospital.”

Stupid, this was Dean Guo’s second impression of the middle-aged man in the jacket.

As soon as his son said this, the old man in the wheelchair looked a little ugly. He shouldn't have let his second son come here today. Nothing the kid said pleased him.

But then again, the remaining two sons are very busy with work, and it is this good-for-nothing who often accompanies him.

Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but sigh.

"Dad, why are you sighing?" Zhou Jiangtao said, "Don't worry, I have contacted a few national health care experts for you in Beijing. If it doesn't work here, we can go there."

"Dean Guo, when will Professor Gao be able to come?" he turned around and asked.

"You want someone of my dad's status to wait for him?! Is that appropriate?"

"Jiang Tao, shut up!" Boss Zhou was furious. "How many times have I told you this? What's the difference between status and no status? No matter what profession you are in, we are all equal!"

"Okay, okay, you're right." Zhou Jiangtao said perfunctorily, but he didn't take it seriously. This statement could only fool those with poor brains, but no one else would believe it.

Apart from anything else, the reason why Dean Guo is so attentive is probably because of his status as an old man.

If they were really ordinary people, would they be treated the way they are now?

The head nurse of the Department of Rare Disease Medicine is still arguing with the patient in the ward. The reason is very simple. The patient insists that the fluid he received yesterday was wrong.

"What's wrong?" asked head nurse Ma Juan. "Why didn't you tell me yesterday? Why keep it to yourself until today?"

"My dad needed four bottles of fluid, but the nurse only gave him three." The patient's son was dissatisfied, "You guys are too careless about your work!" "Comrade, don't talk nonsense during meals." Head nurse Ma Juan took out yesterday's infusion card, "Look, there are signatures on the cards for these four bottles of fluid, how could they be wrong?"

"What do you mean?" The patient's son became even angrier. "You mean my dad's brain is not working well!"

"I didn't say that." Ma Juan smiled, "But the old man couldn't find his way back after he went downstairs the day before yesterday, and it was the medical guide who sent him back."

That’s what I think in my heart, Ma Juan thought.

"That's what you think in your heart!" said the patient's son.

"No." Ma Juan.

"Then let me ask you, since 4 bottles of liquid were transfused, where are the bottles?" asked the patient's son.

"Of course I threw it away."

"That means we didn't lose!" said the patient's son.

Ma Juan took a deep breath and waved to the nurse beside her.

"Go! Take the bottle out of her!"

The young nurse had a constipated expression on her face and stopped when she was about to leave the ward.

"Head nurse, why don't we ask the family members to come and dig together? Otherwise, what if he says we are faking it?"

Yes, Ma Juan thought this suggestion was very pertinent.

The patient's son was not very happy at first, but under her insistence, he followed the nurse to the nurse's station.

The two people scratched for more than 10 minutes and finally found all four bottles.

“Did you lose?!” Head Nurse Ma rapped the table with her fingers.

"I didn't say I didn't lose." The patient's son was a little embarrassed. "My dad is old and his brain isn't working well. Don't argue with him."

"You stay here and watch while I give you the infusion next time!" Ma Juan wanted to scold the other party a few more times, but the head nurse came running over in a hurry.

"What are you doing? Why are you so anxious? Can you be more steady?"

"President Guo is here!"

Head Nurse Ma rushed out of the ward, as if she had two Hot Wheels on her feet.

20 minutes later, Gao Feng appeared in the rare disease department.

"This is our Professor Gao," Dean Guo introduced. "He is a real young talent! Academician Bao's favorite student and a master in the field of medicine!"

Gao Feng's statement was a little bit unreasonable, but if you think about it carefully, it does make sense.

"He's too young!" Zhou Jiangtao couldn't help but frown. This guy who was highly respected by Dean Guo, although he was called a professor, looked only a few years older than his son.

"If nothing else, Professor Gao is really handsome." Mr. Zhou smiled.

They chatted for a while and soon got to the point.

The patient, Zhou, male, 74 years old, came to the hospital for treatment with fever of unknown cause as the main symptom.

"It started a year ago." A man next to him spoke up to explain the condition. He was Mr. Zhou's health doctor.

There was no reason at the time, and everyone initially thought it was just a common fever, most likely a cold.

The health doctor was very cautious. He asked someone to do a routine blood test for Mr. Zhou, and found no obvious abnormalities.

However, after taking heat-clearing and detoxifying drugs orally for several days, the condition was not under control and the old man was crying with fever.

The health care doctor believed that the patient's condition was caused by low immunity. After all, he had been living in a life of luxury for too long. To be on the safe side, Mr. Zhou was hospitalized.

Thus, a journey of more than a year in search of medical treatment and medicine began.

(End of this chapter)