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Chapter 209 This is Dean Chu

Now the patient has been in the intensive care unit for more than a month, spending money like running water every day, and the family members of course have some complaints.

Jiang Chuxiang said: "Then let's go."

Jiang Chuxiang got up and looked at what he was wearing, "By the way, give me a white coat. Well, I want a new one, and I don't like the ones worn by others."

Hong Beidou thought for a while, "It just so happens that there is a new set." He took out a set of white coats from the closet next to him. It was just sent over by someone's clothing studio. It was well wrapped and obviously ironed before delivery. Not even a single crease.

Chi Yongfeng opened the package, and saw that this white coat was made of very elegant materials, and it was also very stylishly made. The folded collar was dark blue, including the pockets, which were also dark blue.

It just so happened that Jiang Chuxiang wore a dark pleated knee-length skirt today. After putting on the white coat, the hem of the skirt was exposed. The color matched it very well. It looked like fashion, not a white coat anymore.

Jiang Chuxiang took a brief photo of the iron sheet of the cabinet in the office, "The clothes are pretty, which studio sent them?"

Chi Yongfeng looked at the sign, "It's 'Le Fashion', sent by the little princess of the Gan family."

Jiang Chuxiang: "——"

I didn't expect Gan Lele, a little ghost, to be quite talented in business.

"Are there no men's?"

"Yes, yes!" Hong Beidou took out another set.

When Hong Beidou put it on, he found that he had the same style as Jiang Chuxiang's outfit. He was very handsome and energetic, but it looked a bit like a parent-child outfit.

Then, Hong Beidou silently took off his white coat and put it back on.

"Well, not bad." Hong Beidou, who had changed back into a white coat, praised sadly.

Jiang Chuxiang saw Hong Beidou's small movements and smiled, "Make one set for each of the doctors, oh no, do two sets."

The two left the office, took the elevator down, went to the inpatient department, and came to the entrance of the intensive care unit. At this time, it happened to be the visiting time of the intensive care unit. Many family members lined up at the entrance of the patient passage to change their protective clothing and enter the intensive care unit to visit patients.

In the first area of ​​care, the female patient was conscious and lying there exhausted enduring physical pain.

The mother-in-law who came to visit her had a sad face, "It is said that Renguang Hospital's medical skills are superb, but I didn't expect to do a simple lithotripsy, and I have been in the intensive care unit for more than a month."

"I contacted other hospitals yesterday, but the doctors in those hospitals said that the condition is too complicated, and now they are transferred to another hospital. They don't know what medical methods Renguang Hospital has done, and they can't guarantee to cure you."

"The doctor said that everyone has individual differences, but how come you are so unlucky to meet you?"

Hearing these anxious words from her mother-in-law, the female patient not only did not feel comforted, but her heart became heavier, and she was also very anxious, looking out frequently.

The mother-in-law babbled for about five or six minutes and went out.

Then changed her husband and came back.

The husband held the female patient's hand and comforted him, "Cai, you will get better, don't worry."

The female patient looked at her husband, but she burst into tears, "Husband, I—I'm dying, I know."

Her stomach was uncomfortably distended, and her intestines seemed to be coiled up. Moreover, her lungs were pressed uncomfortably, and she felt like she couldn't breathe. Her body also ached.

"When I die," the female patient said with tears in her eyes, "you need to find a stepmother who will treat your daughter well."

Her husband interrupted her, "Oh, what nonsense are you talking about. Don't think about it, you'll be fine."

"No." The female patient shook her head, "I won't get better, I know it myself. Other people's stones are fine, but I have a problem. The doctor said that my body is not right. Maybe it's my fate. of."

The female patient was weak and resigned to her fate, "I just don't care about writing."

She looked out, but she couldn't see the small figure of her daughter. At this time, her daughter should be in school.

She blinked, and hot tears rolled down, burning both eyes red.

The husband looked at his wife with an unbearable and desolate expression. Perhaps thinking of his daughter, he became irritable and even angry.He let go of his wife's hand and walked to the nurse's desk, "Where's the doctor? I want to find a doctor!"

"When will my wife get better?"

"Why? Why did my wife become like this with such a simple lithotripsy?"

"Is there something wrong with your medical treatment?"

"Bring me the medical records!"

"There must be something wrong with your medical procedures!"

As soon as the man yelled, other family members who visited the patient also surrounded him, with different expressions on their faces.

Some said, "Yes, extracorporeal lithotripsy. A relative in my family also did it. It's nothing. You don't need to be hospitalized."

Some said, "I can't explain this kind of thing clearly. A friend of mine seemed to have a tube. I don't understand. Anyway, he passed out in the end."

"Let the doctor come out and explain."

But at that time, other doctors were having a meeting in another place, and there was only one young doctor on duty. The doctor was a little panicked when he saw the battle, and he didn't dare to show up.

Only a few nurses were weakly explaining.

Hong Beidou swiped the access control card from the doctor's passage, Jiang Chuxiang entered the intensive care unit with him, and put on protective clothing in the inner room.

As soon as Hong Beidou entered, he saw that he was wearing a protective suit with the collar of his white coat exposed. Knowing that he was a doctor or an old doctor, the eyes of the family members all fell on him.

"Doctor, you don't have a person in charge here. Come and see my wife. She has been lying in bed for more than a month. Can you get better? Let me tell you."

"Look, look, don't tell me, you're not the responsible doctor." The man said irritably, the doctors here come and go, everyone is well dressed, he really can't Distinguish which is which.

In fact, the condition of the female patient is really special, and doctors from different departments have basically come for consultation.

From the man's point of view, there were many doctors coming and going, but no one was in charge, so he simply dragged Hong Beidou to the side of the hospital bed.

The patient's condition had been discussed several times in the hospital, and Hong Beidou naturally knew this patient.

Hong Beidou took the medical record and handed it to Jiang Chuxiang, "Look, this is the patient's medical record."

The man saw that Jiang Chuxiang was dressed tightly, only revealing a pair of clear and clean almond eyes. Knowing that she was very young, he thought she was an intern, and had already pushed Jiang Chuxiang aside early in the morning.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Hong Beidou took the medical records and showed them to Jiang Chuxiang, and the man became a little anxious, "Oh, the interns don't have to look around, they treat us as teaching materials, every student has to look at one side, look at it Going, it won't help our condition at all."

The man said, tears also fell out, "My wife is only 28 years old, not even 30 years old. She died like this——"

Hong Beidou pointed to Jiang Chuxiang and introduced: "This is our Dean Chu. She is good at all kinds of intractable diseases and can cure your lover."

"Impossible—" The man saw that Jiang Chuxiang was so young and immature, and he was clearly a female student. He was suddenly disappointed. The doctors at Renguang Hospital actually moved all the interns out. It seems that his wife is really hopeless up.

He lay on the bedside of the hospital bed, beat the bed rail with his fist, and cried.

"How can this happen, how can this happen!"

The female patient saw her husband collapsed, her face was ashen, and she felt that death was imminent.

Hong Beidou also knew that the reason for the man was because Jiang Chuxiang looked young, "Oh, you can't judge by appearance, this is really our President Chu."

The man burst into tears, "You don't have to lie to me. This is the end of our family——"

Jiang Chuxiang took a rough look at the medical records, mainly the recent blood test sheets, and then took the female patient's hand to check her pulse.

"Dean Hong, please pull the bed curtain. Actually, it's nothing wrong, it's just a piece of gravel stuck in the acupuncture point. I'll get two needles and it will be fine."

(End of this chapter)