Song Yue added, "Doesn't your stomach hurt a lot? How can you still speak so energetically?"
"Can you stand up now?"
The middle-aged man then realized that he had straightened his body without realizing it... When you have a stomachache, your body should be bent like a shrimp and you can't straighten it up at all...
I didn't expect this woman to be so capable.
Song Yue noticed all the changes in the middle-aged man's expression.
She guessed in her heart that this person must have come to cause trouble on purpose, but the purpose of the trouble was still unknown.
She said in a deep voice, "I don't know why you did this, or what's the matter. We can discuss these privately, but I'm at work now, and there are many patients waiting outside. I don't have time to waste with you, so please leave."
The nurse hurriedly said, "This comrade, please."
The nurse was also a little panicked. If this person came here deliberately to cause trouble, there was no telling what he might do.
Dr. Song is very important in the hospital now. If anything happens to him, it will be a big trouble.
Now that the middle-aged man has come, how could he just let it go?
He stood up suddenly and glared at Song Yue, "How can you be such a doctor? You said I'm not sick without even taking a look at me. If I'm not sick, why would my stomach hurt?"
He raised his voice, his voice rising, "You just can't do it! You are just irresponsible! What kind of miracle doctor..."
What this man said went in Song Yue's right ear and out of her left ear.
However, he smelled a faint smell of medicine on this person, as well as a very familiar smell of disinfectant.
This smell is usually only found on doctors.
So...this person's identity...
Song Yuemei's heart skipped a beat. "As a doctor, do you think a person with a stomachache can still argue with you so vigorously?"
The middle-aged man was stunned. How did this woman know that he was a doctor?
Did I let the cat out of the bag somewhere? Or was something exposed?
But I don’t seem to have anything…
Song Yue observed the man's micro-expression and knew that her guess was almost right.
She looked at the middle-aged man and said, "It would be nice if there was a mirror here. It would let you see what you look like now. Your face is rosy and there is no trace of paleness on it."
"If you don't believe it, you can ask someone else to come in and take a look."
Song Yue glanced sideways at the door of the outpatient clinic.
The entrance was already crowded with patients who came to watch the fun. The middle-aged man had a loud voice and asked questions, and it was impossible not to attract attention.
As soon as Song Yue finished speaking, Patient No. 22, who had just given up his seat, spoke up, "Come, come, take a look."
While talking, he went straight into the outpatient department. He was still a little angry in his heart. He had given up his seat out of kindness, but he didn't expect that the other party was pretending!
It would be strange if I wasn’t angry!
The patient squeezed in front of the middle-aged man, stared at his face, and saw that the middle-aged man's face was ruddy at the moment, not at all pale as when he entered the ward just now.
"Really." He asked the question in his mind, "You looked very pale when you came in just now, why is your face rosy now?"
The middle-aged man suddenly realized that this was the problem.
Just now, in order to make it more realistic, he pinched himself twice, which hurt so much that his face turned pale.
Other patients who were watching the fun also squeezed in, talking at the same time. "Just by listening to the sound of his voice, I know he's not sick. It's not that he's not sick, but he's just not in that much pain."
"If you're really having a stomachache, rolling on the ground in pain, or can't even straighten your back, why would you be here talking to Dr. Song about this and that?"
Someone said, "That means you are pretending to be sick when you are not sick."
Someone took one look at the middle-aged man and started to curse, "Pretending to be sick? Why are you pretending to be sick for no reason? You must be mentally ill."
After being scolded enough, the middle-aged man's face suddenly darkened. He stared at the person who scolded him and said, "You are a comrade, just say what you want to say. How can you scold others?"
The patient was not to be outdone and glared back, "You're wasting our time by pretending to be sick, who else should I scold if not you? How dare you talk like that? Don't waste our time, get out of here!"
Others also echoed, "Go, go, go!"
The nurse saw that there were more and more people in the medical ward.
Fearing something might happen, she quickly said to the middle-aged man, "Please come in, comrade. Don't waste everyone's time."
The middle-aged man saw that the others were quite hostile towards him, and they might really start a fight soon... It would be better for him to leave first.
He was just about to withdraw.
A familiar voice came from outside the door, "What's going on?"
"Why are you all crowded here?"
"Please everyone, please make way."
"If you need anything, please consult Dr. Song."
When they heard that someone wanted to see Doctor Song, they saw the man in a white coat crowding at the door and the patient quickly made way for him.
There is a road.
Dean Li then squeezed in.
"Doctor Song, you..." Dean Li walked into the office and was about to ask what was going on, but why were they all crowded at the door?
As soon as he said this, he saw the middle-aged man again. Dean Li was stunned at first, and then he changed the subject, "Comrade Han? Why are you here? You are missing, and everyone is looking for you."
Seeing that Dean Li knew this man, Song Yuemei's heart skipped a beat.
Comrade Han smiled and looked at Dean Li, "Really? Dean Li."
Dean Li nodded and said, "Yes, Comrade Han, everyone thought you had just arrived here and were unfamiliar with the place, so you got lost. They were looking for you everywhere, but they didn't expect you to be here."
Comrade Han apologized and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you. I'll go back now."
After talking to Dean Li, Comrade Han turned back to look at Song Yue and said, "Doctor Song, see you later."
After saying that, he left without waiting for Song Yue's response.
When everyone saw Comrade Han walk away, they were all excited and started to complain, "He is really faking illness."
"Who is this?"
"That's right, I hate wasting everyone's time."
Someone suddenly realized, "Wait, do you think Dr. Song is amazing? He didn't even take my pulse, but he knew at a glance that this person was just pretending to be healthy."
"You're kidding, Dr. Song is a genius doctor!"
"A genius doctor. To put it bluntly, he is a miracle doctor."
Comrade Han left the clinic and heard a voice coming from behind.
"Miracle doctor?" He snorted coldly, "How can a little girl be called a miracle doctor?"
Comrade Han sneered, "Heh..."
In the outpatient department, Dean Li roughly guessed what had just happened based on the discussions of the people around him.
He also didn't expect that Comrade Han would sneak up to find Miss Song as soon as he arrived here, and cause such a thing.
Dean Li said to the crowd, "Comrades, please wait outside for a while. I have something to say to Doctor Song. It will only take a few minutes of your time."
Everyone also knew the identity of Dean Li from the discussion just now.
They didn’t dare to offend the hospital director, so they obediently left the outpatient department and closed the door.
Of course, the nurse walked out too.
Song Yue and Dean Li were the only ones left in the outpatient clinic.
Dean Li looked at Song Yue and said, "Song girl, you didn't have any conflict with that person just now, did you?"
Song Yue shook her head, "No."
If you don't move, there will be no conflict.
Dean Li breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."
Seeing the dean's appearance, Song Yue raised her eyebrows and asked, "Why? Is this person someone important?"