After Si Fengnian left, Song Yun looked at his receding figure and smiled, "On the contrary, Tiangang, Master has become my assistant."
Song Yun concentrated on writing the treatment plan, which took her more than an hour. After Si Fengnian finished the physical examinations and confirmed that all the patients had eaten, he remembered that he and Song Yun had not had lunch yet, so he hurried to the cafeteria to get some food.
It was already past one o'clock, and there were only some leftovers in the cafeteria. He grabbed two boxes and hurried to the small office.
Sure enough, Song Yun was still writing furiously. Looking at the notebook, she had already written several pages, and each page was densely covered with words, and some places even had pictures drawn on them.
"Let's eat first." Si Fengnian placed a lunch box next to Song Yun.
Song Yun wrote the last word, slowly raised her head, twisted her slightly stiff neck, and shook her wrist. "It's been a long time since I wrote so many words."
Everyone's situation is different, so she has to write twelve copies of the treatment plan, and she hasn't finished it yet.
"Eat first, and then we'll do it after you're done." Si Fengnian said.
Song Yun got up and washed her hands. She came back and opened the lunch box. Seeing the food inside, she laughed and asked, "Is this the food in your hospital?"
Si Fengnian had already started eating. "Look at the time now. The delicious dishes have already been eaten. I'll go earlier tomorrow."
Song Yun raised her wrist to check her watch and realized that it was already past one o'clock. At this time, it was good enough to have something to eat.
Neither of them was the type to be pretentious or picky, so they finished their meal quickly.
Si Fengnian took the lunch box and left. He still had to go to the ward to check on the patients' current conditions.
Treating an illness is not just about curing the disease, but also about taking into account the patient’s emotions. If there are any problems, they should be discovered and explained early.
Fortunately, the patients are now looking forward to their treatment, and the hospital is taking good care of them, so they are all in good spirits.
After inspecting the ward and returning to the office, Song Yun handed Si Fengnian some treatment plans she had written, "Take a look first."
Si Fengnian sat down at another desk that had just been moved in and started reading.
The more you look, the brighter your eyes become.
These treatment plans not only include treatments for severed fingers and legs, but also treatments for repairing vocal cord injuries, using a combination of internal medication, external application, and acupuncture. He had never heard of this kind of treatment.
"How confident are you in repairing vocal cord damage?" Si Fengnian asked.
Song Yun paused, "If someone else asked me, I would say six points. But if you ask me, I'll tell you the truth, ten points."
Si Fengnian stood up and said, "Ten points? Really?"
Song Yun nodded. "Really? I carefully examined their vocal cords and glottis with an indirect laryngoscope. That kind of damage can be cured through special means. I have confidence."
"Okay, great." He sat back at the table and continued looking at the treatment plan.
Song Yun lowered her head and continued writing, thinking that this treatment plan was developed by you, Master, and given to me, but now it's the other way around.
It doesn't matter, as long as the result is the same.
The two of them stayed in the office for the entire afternoon. After writing the treatment plan, they had to discuss it and there were also areas that needed adjustment. This was because both of them were very efficient, otherwise an afternoon would not have been enough.
But some people were unhappy when they saw that they had been in the office all afternoon.
Jiang Xin "passed by" Song Yun's office again, and stood at the door to listen to the sounds inside, but heard nothing. She was so angry that her mouth was almost twisted.
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