Song Yun didn't care about the attitudes of the two factory managers. Given her age and not knowing what Chen Jing had praised her for, it was normal for others to doubt her abilities.
"I haven't been a doctor for long, but I've been studying medicine for a long time. I've been learning medicine from my master since I was a child, and I've achieved some success."
Secretary Liao nodded, and without further questioning, he pointed to the bed and said, "Please take a look at the patient."
Although he didn't really believe that such a little girl could be very capable, but since she was already here, he had to figure out whether she was a good person or not.
Song Yun nodded, walked to the bedside, and said to the three doctors who were arguing around the bed, "Please move aside."
The three doctors looked at Director Fu together.
Director Fu nodded at them and said, "This is the Chinese medicine doctor I hired. Let her take a look."
The three doctors all looked incredulous. Doctor Jiang, the oldest among them, said, "Director Fu, do you know what you are doing?"
Director Fu's face was sullen, but he said without hesitation, "I've been here for so long, cooperating with your treatment, and now not only is my condition not being cured, but it's getting worse. What do you want me to do?"
Doctor Jiang choked, but didn't show any weakness. He angrily said, "Well, I'll hand the patient over to you now. You can treat him however you like. Don't come to me in the future, and don't blame me if anything goes wrong."
Seeing this, the other two doctors quickly followed Doctor Jiang. This was a perfect opportunity to pass the buck, and it would be a waste not to do so.
After the three doctors ran away, Song Yun finally had the chance to see the person lying on the bed. He was a tall foreigner with messy golden curly hair, his eyes closed, his cheeks sunken, and his whole face showing an unnatural flush.
"Fever?" She stretched out two fingers and felt the outside of his neck. It was hot, and his temperature was at least 39 degrees Celsius.
Secretary Liao came over and said, "He's had a fever for two days. We've used several kinds of fever-reducing medicine, but none of them have worked. He's now confused and can't be woken up."
Song Yun nodded, quickly did a basic check, and took the checklist on the bedside table to look at it.
The only thing that can be seen from the examination sheet is that the patient has inflammation. "Are there any other examination reports?"
Secretary Liao opened the drawer and took out a stack of checklists. "They're all here."
Song Yun read it carefully.
According to the results of the examination sheet, the hospital should have diagnosed him with pneumonia. Looking at the medication details, it was indeed the medication for pneumonia. Judging from the time and dosage of the medication, if it was just pneumonia, he would have died long ago.
"How is it?" asked Secretary Liao.
Song Yun said, "Let me take your pulse first. By the way, does this hospital have a CT machine?"
Secretary Liao was stunned. "What CT machine? What does it mean?"
It seems that there is none. No wonder the examination form does not include chest X-rays or even B-ultrasound.
"It's okay, forget it if you don't have it." She sat down beside the bed and held the foreigner's wrist to feel his pulse.
After a minute, she withdrew her hand.
This was the first time she had taken a pulse for such a long time. Firstly, the foreigner's condition was indeed complicated, and secondly, she couldn't appear to be treating the patient lightly in front of several factory leaders.
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