Chapter 230: Working the night shift for the first time in my life (monthly ticket plus updates)
"Comrade Fang Yan, here we come!"
As soon as Fang Yan arrived at the entrance of Tongrentang on his motorcycle, he saw a man coming out from behind the Qilin statue.
Taking a closer look, he turned out to be Li Chuanwu from Tongrentang's security duo.
"Comrade Chuanwu, are you working overtime too?" Fang Yan asked him.
Li Chuanwu smiled and said:
"I'm not afraid of being unsafe at night, so the store manager asked me to work overtime here."
"Let Lao Cui be on duty tomorrow."
Dialect nodded:
"That's good too."
Le Miao's arrangements were quite comprehensive.
"Here, let me help you push the car in." Li Chuanwu was very enthusiastic and helped Fang Yan push the motorcycle into the store.
After carrying it up the steps and pushing it into the store, Fang Yan greeted Li Chuanwu and said:
"Comrade Chuanwu, there is nothing to guard outside. You can just come in."
Li Chuanwu waved his hand and said:
"It's okay, it's still early. I'll stand outside for a while to cool down."
Fang Yan didn't try to persuade him. What he said was true. It was indeed cool outside right now.
"Brother Fang is here." When the waiters in the store heard the noise outside, they immediately came out of the back hall.
Fang Yan nodded and took the lunch box out of his car:
"Come, come, I've brought midnight snacks for you all."
"Oh, so many?" The clerks on duty exclaimed when they saw the lunch box in Fang Yan's hand.
Dialect said:
"We are all young people. Of course we need to eat more after staying up all night."
Fang Yan directly placed all the lunch boxes on the empty clinic table in the store.
Then he said to everyone:
"When you are hungry in the evening, everyone will eat later."
"Thank you, Brother Fang." Several people thanked him.
Dialect waves:
"You're welcome."
After saying that, he added:
"But let me tell you first, what's in this is not made at home."
"There was a traffic jam when I went back today and I didn't have time to cook it. I bought it at a restaurant on the way when I came back."
"I don't know what the chef's level is, so you can just eat whatever you want. I will cook for everyone when I hold the wedding at the beginning of next month."
Hearing what the dialect said, everyone said with a playful smile:
"It's okay, it's okay. It's good to have some."
Fang Yan asked Jia Dapeng:
"By the way, Dapeng, how is the patient's condition?"
Jia Dapeng said:
"It's normal. I just drank a bowl."
After putting away the lunch box, Fang Yan walked into the back hall and observed the various conditions of the patients.
When checking the pulse, it is confirmed that the patient's pulse has become much stronger.
In addition, the ghost-claw-like hands finally showed normal blood color.
Fang Yan went up and pinched it and said:
"It's not bad, the swelling on my hands has begun to subside."
Then he walked to his feet, felt his three pulses, and then pinched his swollen feet again.
This time there is no feeling of crushing the meat. As soon as you press it down, the meat immediately springs back up.
It's just that the swelling hasn't subsided yet.
When Fang Yan was about to leave, he suddenly found that the old man had peed again.
Duan Lao was prepared and asked his granddaughter to avoid it. He and his grandson immediately changed their pants and cleaned the scene.
Fang Yan walked to the place where the medicine was cooked in the backyard and asked Jia Dapeng:
"Dapeng, the last medicine should not be cooked yet, right?"
"No, Brother Fang." Jia Dapeng responded.
Dialect said to him:
"Add the four flavors of kidney, wolfberry, dodder, salt paper, fairy spleen, and walnut meat for 30 grams each to warm and nourish the liver and kidney essence and strengthen the body."
"Okay." Jia Dapeng nodded and was busy writing down the medicines spoken in dialect in his little notebook for recording time.
"By the way, where is Ledian?" Fang Yan looked left and right, but he didn't find Lemiao.
Jia Dapeng said:
"Someone came to her house just now, and then she went out."
"It looks like there's something urgent."
"How long have you been out?" Fang Yan asked.
Jia Dapeng ran to the inner hall and glanced at the clock, then turned around and said: "Exactly twenty minutes."
Dialect waves:
"Oh, it's okay, everyone can just do their own thing."
During the day today, Fang Yan felt that something was wrong with Le Miao, but she refused to admit it. She was called back from working overtime that night, and she didn't know what the situation was.
But people don’t want to speak, and it’s hard to ask in dialect.
With her personality, she would be able to ask for help.
Then Fang Yan returned to the front hall and started writing medical records.
Write down the situation you just recorded, as well as the added prescription.
After writing this, Fang Yan opened another page and began to write folk prescriptions for aconite medicinal diet.
This is what people have been eating in the southwest for many years.
It is not convenient to disseminate traffic information now, so most people outside are not aware of these diets.
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
I also learned dialect in my previous life because I was interested in it.
He remembered some details and taboos in it very clearly. At that time, he and a senior brother also stewed it and ate it several times.
Only the first time I didn't know that I couldn't drink cold water for several hours after eating. I felt hot all over after eating, so I took a sip of cold mineral water and my mouth was numb.
After finishing writing the medicinal food prescription in his memory, Fang Yan found that more than an hour had passed.
Le Miao still didn't come back.
It has been filled with medicine twice more.
Fang Yan walked into the back hall and saw Mr. Duan yawning continuously. He knew that the old man wanted to sleep.
So he went up and said to Mr. Duan:
"Mr. Duan, why don't you go back and have a rest? Just leave this place to us."
When Duan Lao heard this, he immediately cheered up and shook his head:
"No, no, no, my old brother is here. I can't sleep even if I go back, so I'd better stay here with him."
Fang Yan had no choice but to say:
"Then when you are tired, just find a bed and relax for a while."
"Yeah, thank you, Doctor Fang." Mr. Duan nodded.
Fang Yan looked at his grandchildren and said:
"The same goes for you two. When you are sleepy, just find a bed and lie down for a while. We are the ones doing the work at night."
The two thanked him:
"Thank you, Comrade Fang Yan, for your hard work."
Fang Yan shook his head and said with a smile:
"Hey, since we have accepted the patient, we must be responsible to the end. There is no need to work hard or not."
Then Fang Yan looked at the lying patient and found that his eyes were still open, so he stepped forward and checked his pulse while saying:
"Old comrade, please squint for a while. We will wake you up in half an hour."
The old man opened his mouth, and then said in a hoarse voice:
"Doctor, I...I'm a little hungry."
"Huh?" Fang Yan was startled, then overjoyed:
“It’s good to be hungry!”
He asked Mr. Duan:
"Do you have the porridge you prepared?"
"Yes, yes." Granddaughter Duan nodded repeatedly and took out a thermos bucket from a green canvas bag.
Fang Yan said to her:
"Get a small bowl and feed three or four spoons into it. Don't feed too much. Take your time."
"Okay." The three of them nodded repeatedly, hurriedly cleaned up, and finally made a bowl of porridge.
He fed the old man carefully.
Fang Yan saw the old man eating porridge, looked at his watch again, and silently calculated the time in his mind. It was faster than Mr. Li's medical records, almost twelve hours, and he was already hungry.
This kind of performance shows that the true yang in the body is strong and the stomach qi has risen.
Your body's recovery should then begin to accelerate.
According to this calculation, we will definitely be able to escape from danger and recover tomorrow.
The medical record in hand should be successfully handed over to Mr. Cheng tomorrow.
Thinking of this, he immediately returned to the main hall, picked up the pen again and began to write down the situation just now.
PS: The monthly ticket has increased by more than 100, so after finishing this chapter, I still owe everyone 52,000.
There will be more in the afternoon.
(End of chapter)