C3 Misdiagnosis?

After breakfast, Lin Yixue drove Ye Zhiqiu to the Yanjing Hospital to report. The hospital was very big and was said to be a very famous big hospital internationally.

When Ye Zhiqiu and Ye Zhiqiu arrived, they were amazed. The patients at the door were constantly coming and going. Perhaps they were just here to visit their superior's lover, Xiao Mi. In short, they were able to experience Chinese's words.

After Lin Yixue left Ye Zhiqiu, she drove away without any hesitation. Ye Zhiqiu didn't even bother to ask what his current occupation was.

As he walked into the hospital, a pungent smell of formalin rushed into his nose. Ye Zhiqiu frowned, he did not hate this smell, it was just that he had been used to the aroma of Chinese medicine since he was young.

He casually stopped a nurse. The nurse was just about to get angry when she turned around and saw the man who stopped her. Although he wasn't too handsome, he still could be considered handsome.

"May I ask where is the Principal's office?" Ye Zhiqiu asked politely. He fixed his clothes and tried to look friendly.

"The third room on the left of the seventh floor, there's a sign on it." The nurse said and was about to chat with Ye Zhiqiu, but the other person had already stepped away, so she had no choice but to give up.

Standing next to the elevator, Ye Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment. He pressed a few arrows to the top of the elevator, and a moment later, the elevator door opened with a "ding" sound.

According to what nurse said, Ye Zhiqiu effortlessly went to the principal's office and knocked on the door, waiting for an answer.

"Please come in." The voice belonged to an old man in his fifties. Ye Zhiqiu tidied up his clothes again, pushed open the door and walked in.

As expected, the person sitting behind the desk was an old man of over a hundred years. His hair was already mostly silver, and his white robe was spotless, extremely close-fitting. Even though he was just sitting there, it made people feel convinced.

"Good morning, President Hua." Ye Zhiqiu said with a smile. The dean in front of him had a strong sense of confidence, a confidence that doctors must have after years of saving the dying and helping the wounded.

If he dared to make a move, he would dare to heal them.

"Hmm, you're the guy from the army. Sit, sit." Hua Yuanqing put down the pen in his hand, adjusted his eyes and said gently.

Ye Zhiqiu sat opposite him and started to carefully look at the dean in front of him. Although he was already over a hundred years old, the dean's face was flushed red, he looked energetic, his eyes were bright and full of life. He wore a pair of black rimmed eyes and appeared very calm.

"Okay." Ye Zhiqiu nodded.

"Don't be restrained, don't be restrained. Young man, you should be full of vigor. Tell me, how many years have you studied medicine? What is your specialty?" Hua Yuanqing noticed that Ye Zhiqiu was a little reserved and said with a smile.

Thinking about his medical skills, he couldn't help but feel proud, so he answered: "I'm 19 this year, studying medicine. I've calculated, um, it's been 16 years already, specializing in medicine right? I really haven't thought of this before. "

"Nineteen years, sixteen years!" Hua Yunqing looked at the young man in front of her in disbelief. After sizing him up for a moment, she asked, "You study Chinese medicine?"

"Hmm, it's Chinese medicine. From the age of three, he has learnt the Soup Dancing, Yellow Emperor's Internal Canon, and Typhoid Diseases." Speaking of the things he was good at, Ye Zhiqiu's face was full of pride. After all, not many people would learn something from the age of three.

Of course, this was all taught to him by his heartless grandfather with a stick. He suffered a lot back then, but when he thought back to that year, he still felt a little apprehensive.

"Hehe, then you can recite a few lines on typhoid fever for me," Hua Yuanqing laughed. Obviously, he was also skeptical.

"The Great Pingmai Method is divided into three parts." "Floating part of meridians, to wait for skin meridian Qi; sinking part, to wait for five viscera qi; middle part, to wait for six viscera qi" Ye Zhiqiu was young and vigorous. Seeing that the other party did not believe him, he just said a few words, reciting the theory of flat veins in the theory of typhoid fever.

Hua Yuanqing listened to him and nodded. After he recited those words, he nodded and said, "That's right, that's right. In the future, the development of Chinese medicine will depend on you young people."

Ye Zhiqiu said a few words in agreement. Seeing that the other party was so enthusiastic about Chinese medicine, he could not help but ask, "Is President Hua also learning Chinese medicine?"

"No, I studied western medicine, but in recent years, traditional Chinese medicine has been weak. If it disappeared just like that, everyone would be reluctant to part with it." Hua Yuanqing shook his head, and then continued, "Since you're new to the Department, it's not convenient for me to arrange a very high position for you. First, work as an assistant doctor for a period of time, then find Wang Mingzhe." Hua Yuanqing took out a card from the drawer, told Ye Zhiqiu to collect the clothes and the like, and then stood up to send Wu Tie off.

The Chinese Medical Department was on the east side of the building. The second floor was connected by an overpass, so Ye Zhiqiu had to take the elevator down to the second floor again.

Looking at the busy doctors and nurses, Ye Zhiqiu was also a bit happy. But at this moment, his ears twitched, and he heard a middle-aged man in the room beside him cover his face and say, "Doctor, I've had toothache for many days, and when I came here, wave after wave, it could take a person's life and even the toothache medicine I bought wouldn't work. What can I do?"

The doctor was also a middle-aged man, but his body seemed to be a little fat, and he seemed to lose his vigor. He raised his head and looked at the paper for a few times, then said, "It's just an ordinary toothache. I'll prescribe a few pills for you, then you can go back and have a treatment.

The middle-aged man held the prescription, but there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes. But he didn't dare to question the doctor, not to mention that the doctor in front of him was the vice principal.

Ye Zhiqiu frowned. He pushed the door open and walked in front of the vice principal. He whispered, "Doctor, are you mistaken? He's not suffering from toothache."

Vice Principal Liu Minggang saw someone walk in. He thought it was the patient, but instead he opened his mouth to say that he had misdiagnosed the patient. Anger welled up in his heart as he said, "I have been practicing medicine for more than thirty years, could it be that I can't even tell the pain in my teeth?"

"It's really not a toothache. Doctor, you have to look at it more carefully." Ye Zhiqiu gave Liu Minggang some face as he said this in a low voice. He didn't let anyone hear him.

Unexpectedly, Liu Minggang suddenly stood up from his seat, slammed the table and said angrily: "Who are you? You dare to doubt me? "

Ye Zhiqiu's face sank. He took out the card Hua Yuanqing gave him from his pocket and said, "I'm also a doctor."

He didn't know that the card was divided into different grades. Liu Minggang glanced at it and said with disdain: "An assistant attending physician?" You aren't even the attending physician, so what right do you have to question my diagnosis?

Ye Zhiqiu was stunned, he shook his head, "I don't have the qualification to practice medicine." He grew up in his family, how could he know that he had to test everything.

"You don't even have the qualification to practice medicine and you dare to say that I was mistaken? "I'm the vice principal, you're just an assistant, you should do your own thing. In these few years, why don't you just casually enter the Yanjing Hospital, your ability is not small, and your relationship has already spread to our hospital, get out of here, now!" Liu Minggang sneered, sat down, and waved at Ye Zhiqiu, telling him to leave quickly.

"I saw that you misdiagnosed it, so I can't stand by and watch. If you don't go back to visit, I'll help you!" Ye Zhiqiu thought in his heart. Why was this vice principal so different from the principal? It was clearly a misdiagnosis, but he still insisted on not listening to the exhortations of others.

"How dare you!" Liu Minggang slammed the table and shouted towards the outside, "Security, kick this guy out!"

Then, after a short while, security guards rushed over and grabbed Ye Zhiqiu.

Although Ye Zhiqiu was chased out by the Falcon Special Forces, he couldn't get close to two or three ordinary people. He used both his hands to grab the arms of the two security guards and pushed them to the side.

"You still dare to hit me?" Liu Minggang was trembling with anger.

"He's obviously suffering from trigeminal neuralgia, but you've diagnosed it as toothache. Since you're unwilling to treat him, then I'll do it myself." Ye Zhiqiu walked a few steps and pulled over the middle-aged man who was watching them from the side. "Let me ask you, when you're in pain, did you suddenly stop?"

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up and he quickly said, "Yes, yes. Doctor, please take a look for me."

"Take a look?" "In the case that he makes a mistake, whose responsibility is this?"

"I will bear all of it!" Ye Zhiqiu said coldly.

Hearing that, Liu Minggang sneered and sat back down with a sullen face. Idiot, once you make a mistake, you'll be out of the hospital.

"Do you believe me?" Ye Zhiqiu asked solemnly. When treating illnesses, he had always been extremely serious, as if he was a different person.

"I believe, I believe." The middle-aged man finally knew who could solve his own problem and he was extremely happy. But when he finished speaking, he looked at Liu Minggang apologetically.

Liu Minggang's face was livid. He snorted coldly and did not say anything else. However, after such a commotion, many people came over and looked around.

Reaching out his hand, Ye Zhiqiu grabbed the other person's wrist, passed his pulse, and said, "Yin deficiency and internal heat, go to the Chinese Medical Department and grab 150 grams of Sang Li. After cleaning, cook them in water and take it three times orally."

"Hmph, he went home, who knows if I was mistaken or not. Today, you will stay here and let us open our eyes." Liu Minggang secretly looked at the middle-aged man, then remembered the symptoms he said earlier and also reacted. It was indeed trigeminal neuralgia, not toothache.

He saw that Ye Zhiqiu was only around 20 years old, so he was sure that Ye Zhiqiu had not learned any brilliant medical skills before he decided to humiliate him.