Chapter 502 Concord’s attitude, a stack of dollars (Happy New Year’s Day 2025!)
The dean is thinking about vigorously developing the emergency business of Xiehe Traditional Chinese Medicine.
I have already begun to plan the detailed operations in my mind.
Suddenly, I realized that the biggest problem was dialect. He was only a consultant physician to Xiehe, not a serious doctor.
If he were here, he could just leave the task to him and configure the team according to Fang Yan's arrangement. But Fang Yan is not an official doctor. The problem is that he cannot be in the hospital at any time and be on call as if he were at work.
Even if you want to discuss it with Fang Yan, it is impossible. First, the Huaxia Research Institute still needs him. The other is that he has taken the college entrance examination and will go to university after passing the exam.
The dean felt a little headache when he thought of this.
In other words, even if the dialect building is built in the future, dialects will still be studied in the university.
Therefore, in the end, we can only settle on the second best thing about first aid and leave it to other people who have cooperated with Fangyan.
The dean scanned the group of people present, thinking about who to propose as the person in charge.
Time continued, and the dean finally did not finalize the matter in the ward, but went back to his office to think.
This matter still requires a meeting, and he can't make up his mind alone.
On the other side, at seven o'clock in the morning, breakfast was also brought from the cafeteria.
Everyone who had stayed up all night began to eat and drink.
After finishing breakfast, it was time for Zhou Zhaoqin to drink salvia.
Currently she has discomfort on her back, waist and shoulders.
Danshen drink also reduced her discomfort.
About 20 minutes after drinking the salvia drink, Zhou Zhaoqin said that the pain in her lower back and shoulders had significantly subsided. Then she said that she felt sleepy and wanted to have a good sleep.
After all, after struggling for so long, normal people, let alone patients, can't bear it.
Fang Yan arranged for the successor Chinese medicine doctor to be on duty here, and then he was ready to go home.
Put on the thick clothes my wife brought last night.
Fang Yan said goodbye to everyone.
Although Lao Zhou was dozing off now, he was still worried. He asked in the dialect:
"Doctor Fang, there should be no problems in the follow-up, right?"
Dialect said:
"No problem, everything has been explained. Just drink the medicine on time at 12 noon, and then drink the medicine on time at 6 pm."
Still a little worried after seeing him, Fang Yan added:
"There are always people watching here, and my home is in the alley opposite Xiehe. If anything happens, I can get there soon."
After saying that, he patted Lao Zhou on the shoulder:
"Don't worry, the danger is over now. The next step is to slowly treat. You have been busy all night, so you should have a good rest!"
When Lao Zhou heard what the dialect said, he felt relieved.
He didn't believe what others said, he only believed what Fang Yan said personally.
This is trust in the dialect.
It can be said that currently, in the entire Union, he only believes in dialects.
Because before dialects appeared, others were still at a loss.
Only after the emergence of dialects did things change.
The dean on the side also said some comforting words to Lao Zhou to reassure him.
And he was assured that Xiehe's medical conditions were absolutely the best.
Fang Yan comforted Lao Zhou, then greeted Zhou Zhaoqin and his mother, and then left the ward.
He was followed by other night shift workers who also came off work.
Everyone looked at him, as if waiting for him to give orders.
Only then did Fang Yan remember that he had received US dollars from Lao Zhou last night.
At that time, he said that he came to report to the dean.
Fang Yan then called out the dean in the ward and told him in the corridor outside about receiving the US dollars from Lao Zhou.
The dialect clearly expresses the respect for the customs of overseas Chinese. How can the dean not understand it? This kind of thing will pass by turning a blind eye.
Then Fang Yan told him another piece of good news. Since they didn't ask for Mrs. Zhou Zhaoqin's money later that night, the couple planned to fill in an extra lounge on each floor of the new building and provide staff meals there 24 hours a day. Everything was taken care of by their old Zhou family.
After hearing this, the dean made it clear that he had no problem respecting the customs and personal wishes of all overseas Chinese.
Isn't it just a small charge of US dollars?
Everyone can just take it, and everyone who worked overtime last night will also receive bonuses and certificates of commendation at the end of the month.
Happiness came so suddenly that the night shift medical staff of Union Medical College present were completely bewildered.
It took a long time to react.
When they were happy, everyone almost jumped up on the spot.
Look, what does it mean to speak well?
This is called speaking well!
The hospital leaders have no temper at all and even have to give subsidies and rewards.
Let everyone feel at ease.
After taking care of this matter, Fang Yan was off work.
Saying goodbye to the dean and others, he walked towards home.
It's getting dark outside now, and many people have come to work.
When Fang Yan returned home, his family was just getting ready to go out.
The eldest sister has already sent both Zhengyi and Mingzhu to kindergarten.
Seeing Fang Yan come back, his daughter-in-law Zhu Lin hurriedly asked:
"Are you back? Have you had breakfast?"
Fang Yan waved his hand and said:
"After eating, I'm going to take a hot bath and go to bed."
"It's okay, don't worry about me, you go to work."
Zhu Lin asked:
"Should I call you for lunch?"
Fang Yan nodded, indicating that he needed lunch.
Mainly because after practicing Tai Chi mental method, he now has very high sleep quality.
Now I sleep until 12 noon, which is almost the time for sleep.
This was the same as the night shift last time. Zhu Lin nodded and agreed.
Then Fang Yan went to take a hot shower and then went to bed. After a busy night, I was already very tired, and with the dialect and Tai Chi skills, I almost fell asleep on the pillow.
Not even a dream.
He slept until noon when Fang Yan heard the black girl's cry from the yard.
He took out his watch from under the pillow and took a look at it.
I found that it was already a little after 12 noon.
At this time, the black girl outside was calling. It must be Zhu Lin and the others who are back. This bitch is very smart now and knows how to please the hostess with extra meals.
So every time it sees Zhu Lin, it becomes very enthusiastic.
It's time to have lunch, and Fang Yan is also awake now.
I didn't stay in bed waiting for someone to call me.
Fang Yan got dressed and walked out of the bedroom.
Please...you...collect 6...9...books...!
Then I found out that it was indeed Zhu Lin, my mother and mother-in-law who were back.
After saying hello, Fang Yan went to wash his face.
Then came to the dinner table.
I found that today’s meal was particularly rich.
And it obviously doesn’t look like a big pot dish.
After all, how can a big pot of food be placed in a lunch box?
"The dean asked the canteen to prepare the dishes alone. He said that you worked hard last night, so he specially asked someone to prepare the dishes." Zhu Lin said to Fang Yan.
Fang Yan looked at the braised yellow croaker and the soy sauce elbow and said in surprise:
"Hey, is the dean so particular?"
At this time, I took over the conversation and said:
"How can I not be particular?"
"They say you earned a building for Xiehe last night."
Zhu Lin said:
"Not only that, but also the various decorations and beds in the building, as well as the medical lounge, and 24-hour catering on each floor."
"If the dean hadn't said it himself, I wouldn't have believed it."
Looking at the dishes on the table, the eldest sister Fang Jie, who had just returned from picking up her children, said in surprise:
"Is this overseas Chinese so rich?"
Dialect said:
"It is said that before his death, their old man was always invited to participate in the National Day ceremony and donated a lot of money to the country. They are a big overseas family."
After hearing the explanation in dialect, everyone suddenly understood.
Zhu Lin said:
“It turns out this family has such a big background!”
The little brother said at this time:
"Brother, can you tell me specifically how to treat it?"
Fang Yan looked at him, raised his eyebrows and said:
"What's wrong? Can you still understand what I said?"
Fang Chen explained:
"Even if you don't understand, you can still get a general idea."
The eldest sister also looked at him curiously and asked:
"What's wrong, are you planning to learn magical Chinese medicine?"
The little brother shook his head and said:
"No, I know I'm not the material. In fact, I plan to write this story into my novel."
After hearing this, Fang Yan understood.
Okay, just think of it as someone writing a biography of yourself.
When the time comes to re-open, when I really need appeal, I might be able to use my little brother’s book to make myself known to more people.
It is not unusual for people who pay attention to Chinese medicine to know him. People who do not pay attention to Chinese medicine also know him. That is when he is really famous.
So during lunch, Fang Yan was at the dinner table and shared with everyone his treatment situation last night.
It doesn’t matter whether they understand it or not, just the crazy output of Chinese medicine knowledge is enough.
From the theory to the logic of treatment, and then to the emergencies during the treatment process, as well as the prediction of what will happen, everyone was stunned for a moment.
Everyone was impressed by the dialect solution.
Except for the child Zhao Zhengyi, who is half a Chinese medicine practitioner, everyone else present is a Western medicine practitioner.
He didn't understand as much as Zhao Zhengyi, but the dialect also made his treatment logic clear.
After saying that they understood it, everyone admired the dialect very much.
You must know that this is a person who has been unable to be cured by Western medicine. The only way left is to have a lung transplant. However, Fang Yan still spent 20 hours to pull the person back from the gate of hell little by little.
He even managed to restore one-tenth of the function of the patient's lost lung.
Although it is only one-tenth, the Western doctors present know what it means.
Just like his performance last night, another person really couldn't do it.
When the dialect was not spoken just now, everyone felt that it was the old Zhou family.
Now they feel that the old Zhou family is lucky.
Fortunately, I met Dialect, who had just started working on his first day!
If it had been anyone else, there was a high probability that Zhou Zhaoqin would be gone.
Speaking of which, their family traveled thousands of miles back to China to find a Chinese medicine doctor, which was really a bit of luck.
Even if I change the hospital, or go to another hospital one day earlier or one day later, I won't encounter the dialect.
At this time, Fang Yan suddenly slapped his forehead and said:
"Ouch, I almost forgot something."
Everyone looked at him, wondering what was going on. At this time, they saw Fang Yan take out a wad of US dollars from his pocket and said to everyone:
"Last night, Lao Zhou gave us souvenirs for the night shift to refresh ourselves."
"I took it and stuffed it into my pocket, and almost forgot about it."
Everyone saw Fang Yan unfolding the US dollars. There were one hundred bills, fifty bills, and at least a dozen bills inside.
There's Franklin and Independence Hall, and there's Simpson Grant and the Capitol.
Fang Yan was the one who got the most out of everyone at that time. Lao Zhou was the last one to give it to him and took out all the money in his wallet.
At this moment, after Fang Yan finished speaking, he handed the US dollars to his daughter-in-law Zhu Lin and said:
"Daughter-in-law, come and count."
PS: In the new year, I wish everyone good health and fortune in 2025!
(End of chapter)