"Director Feng!"

Feng Xingping had just returned from the emergency department when Wang Jibo came to greet him: "Doctor Yun is here."

"Where are the people?"

Feng Xingping asked.

After being scolded by Li Yongxue this morning, Feng Xingping was not of much help when he went to the emergency department just now, so he felt a little disappointed now.

The level of today's Chinese medicine doctors varies greatly. Even among the deputy directors and directors of some tertiary-level A-class hospitals, many are more proficient in Western medicine than Chinese medicine. In many hospitals, the status of Chinese medicine doctors is not high.

Although both are department heads, Feng Xingping's status is not as high as Chen Boyang's.

As the bridgehead of major hospitals, the emergency department usually asks other departments to consult and participate in the treatment of patients. However, the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department is not often invited. Every time, they turn to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department to try their luck when Western medicine is helpless. Feng Xingping's level can only be considered average at best, and his presence is even lower.

It would be fine if nothing happened. After all, he was the department director and the king of the mountain. Feng Xingping felt that it was quite glorious as the department director. But once something happened, Feng Xingping became a little discouraged and even had some doubts about whether Chinese medicine could work.

"In the duty room."

Wang Jiebo hurriedly took Feng Xingping into the duty room. It was working hours and there were not many doctors on duty. Yun Heng stood in the duty room and looked at the duty room of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of the Third Hospital.

The Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of the Third Hospital is not big, and it is completely incomparable to Xihua Tanghua, and there are not many people. As a doctor of the Third Hospital, Wang Jiebo’s qualification for the Ji Fengwen training class cannot be attributed to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, but to the Third Hospital.

Feng Xingping followed Wang Jiebo into the duty room and saw a tall young man standing there. He was about 1.8 meters tall and had a well-proportioned body. Such a height often gives people a sense of oppression.

"Squad leader."

Wang Jibo greeted him and hurriedly introduced Yun Heng: "This is our Director Feng."

"Hello, Director Feng."

Yun Heng quickly reached out his hand.

"Hello, Doctor Yun."

Feng Xingping hurriedly shook hands with Yun Heng.

Feng Xingping is not short at all, 1.72 meters tall. He is neither tall nor short, but of average height. However, when he stands in front of Yun Heng, he feels as if a dark cloud is pressing down on him.

"Ever since Xiao Wang came back from Tanghua, he's been mentioning Doctor Yun to me..."

Feng Xingping smiled and said, "I'm very happy that Dr. Yun is here."

Feng Xingping did not look down on Yun Heng because of his young age. After all, he knew Yun Heng's age before he came.

Moreover, Feng Xingping did not really expect Yun Heng to cure his illness when he invited him over. The main reason was that he wanted to have an excuse to get to know Yun Heng, a student of Qu Tongwen. Behind him stood a group of bigwigs including Qu Tongwen, Jiang Yuanbei, Zhang Haihua, etc., and they were a force that could not be ignored.

As Qu Tongwen told Yun Heng, being a doctor not only requires skill, but also requires managing your own circle and having people to help you become famous. The level of skill is the foundation of a doctor's survival, and the size of fame is linked to the doctor's status.

The reason why great doctors have high status is because of their great influence.

Where does status come from? The more people seek you out, the higher your status will be. No matter how high your level is, if no one knows about it, your influence will be limited and no one will care about you.

The era of "good wine needs no bush" is long gone, and competition in all walks of life is quite fierce.

What Feng Xingping values ​​is not Yun Heng's level, but the relationships behind Yun Heng.

"Let's go to my office and talk and have some tea."

Feng Xingping greeted with a smile.

"Why don't we see the patient first?"

Yun Heng said hesitantly.

They had already arrived at the entrance of Mi Sheng Mall but didn't go in. Instead, they rushed here directly to have tea and chat. Yun Heng was naturally not in the mood.

"Look at me."

Feng Xingping smiled and said, "Yes, let's go see the patient first. I'm so happy that I don't know what's important."

As he spoke, Feng Xingping took Yun Heng and Wang Jibo to the special care ward.

"Mr. Li, I've invited an expert here just for you."

As soon as Feng Xingping entered the room, he said to Li Yongxue, "This is Dr. Qu's student, Doctor Yun Hengyun."

Li Yongxue originally thought that Feng Xingping was joking with him. Such a young guy, an expert specially invited?

Upon hearing that it was Qu Tongwen's student, Li Yongxue hurriedly greeted him, "Doctor Yun, thank you Director Feng."

People like Li Yongxue are also quite smooth and have the same thoughts as Feng Xingping.

Whether Qu Tongwen’s students can be cured is secondary. First of all, there is no need to offend them.

Sometimes, the younger people are, the narrower their minds are, especially those who come from good backgrounds and have good connections. Not to mention their knowledge and abilities, most of them are more concerned about their reputation and are quite arrogant. If you look down on them, you may offend them unintentionally.

"Hello!"

Yun Heng also greeted Li Yongxue politely and looked at the patient on the bed.

The patient was about seventy years old and quite fat. He was half asleep and half awake. When he heard the noise, he opened his eyes and looked over.

Yun Heng walked forward while observing. When he reached the bedside, Yun Heng had already bent down and listened to the old man's chest. He could hear wheezing, and there seemed to be phlegm in the wheezing.

After listening for a while, Yun Heng pulled a stool and sat down beside the bed and began to take the old man's pulse.

"Chest tightness, difficulty breathing?" Yun Heng asked while taking the pulse.

"Yes, I feel chest tightness and difficulty breathing. I can't breathe after walking a few steps. I can't sleep well at night." Li Yongxue nodded beside him.

"How long has this been going on?"

"My dad's health has never been very good, but it wasn't this serious before. It's only recently, about half a month ago, that it has become more serious."

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