"Doctor Yun, please ignore Doctor He. Why is he like this? Really."
"That's right, Doctor Yun, you're new here, and you're a Chinese medicine practitioner, how can you be compared to me?"
Jiang Yanyan and Liu Hongxia both spoke to Yun Heng and comforted him.
If Yun Heng was also a Western medicine doctor, He Haipeng's anger would not be without reason. With the arrival of new people, the pressure must be shared. Otherwise, what difference would there be between having one more person or one less person?
But Yunheng is a Chinese medicine practitioner. Chinese medicine and Western medicine are two different types of medicine. Nowadays, there are more people seeing Western medicine doctors than Chinese medicine doctors. This is a fact. There are so many Western medicine hospitals in the country, but how many Chinese medicine hospitals are there?
How can we generalize?
"Okay, what are you arguing about? There are so many patients waiting. Why are you just watching the fun?"
Qi Yaping walked out with a gloomy face.
"Xiao He, if you feel tired, Dr. Zhou can share more of the work."
Qi Yaping said to He Haipeng, then turned back to look at Yun Heng: "Xiao Yun, you have to find a way here too. Although our Traditional Chinese Medicine Department has just opened, it can't be treated as a mere decoration."
This is like giving each side a slap on the wrist.
Yun Heng nodded hurriedly: "I understand, Dean Qi."
As they were talking, someone else came in at the community hospital entrance. A woman in her early forties walked in with a middle-aged white man who was about 1.85 meters tall.
It was Peng Min and her husband Kahn.
When He Haipeng saw Peng Min and Kahn, he was immediately delighted.
Are you here to cause trouble?
In the past, Kahn usually came to the community hospital to get his medicine alone, and Peng Min rarely came with him. This time, the couple came together, and in He Haipeng's opinion, they were here to cause trouble.
He Haipeng knew about Kahn's situation, which was a rather troublesome one. How could a young man like Yun Heng be able to handle it?
The last time He Haipeng instigated Kahn to go find Yun Heng, he was planning to kill someone with a borrowed knife. If Yun Heng dared to prescribe medicine for Kahn, and it had no effect or made his condition worse, given Peng Min's temper, he would definitely come to cause trouble.
This teacher Peng is not a good person, and his reputation is well-known in the surrounding area.
It's just that a week has passed since Kahn left last time. He Haipeng thought that Kahn didn't take his medicine after returning, or that something unexpected happened, so he couldn't wait any longer. He took advantage of the patient's quarrel to vent his anger and criticize Yun Heng.
Who would have thought that just after she got angry, Peng Min came with her husband.
If he had known that Peng Min would come today, he would not have been so angry and careless.
When Qi Yaping saw Peng Min and the Kahns coming in, she subconsciously frowned.
When Qi Yaping learned that Yun Heng had prescribed medicine for Kahn last time, she felt a little uneasy.
Not only He Haipeng didn't believe in Yun Heng's ability, Qi Yaping didn't really believe it either.
There were fewer patients on Yun Heng's side this week, and Qi Yaping didn't care. In fact, she also had this consideration. After all, Yun Heng had just graduated, and with fewer patients, there would be fewer mistakes, which was not necessarily a bad thing.
When they were planning to recruit a Chinese medicine doctor, Qi Yaping didn't take it seriously, and naturally didn't have much hope for Yun Heng.
"Dean Qi!"
Peng Min and Kahn walked closer, greeted Qi Yaping, and then greeted Zhou Suyun who was not far away: "Doctor Zhou."
But he ignored He Haipeng next to him.
He Haipeng didn't mind. He knew that Teacher Peng was difficult to get along with, so it was good enough as long as he didn't get scolded.
"Teacher Peng, are you accompanying Mr. Kahn for the examination today?" Qi Yaping asked with a smile.
"Well, let's come over to see Dr. Yun for a follow-up consultation."
Peng Min smiled and nodded, then took out something like a scroll from the bag he was carrying and slowly unfolded it.
"By the way, I'd like to send a banner to Dr. Yun. My husband has been feeling much better these past few days after taking the medicine Dr. Yun prescribed..."
"Follow-up visit?"
"Send a banner?"
He Haipeng, Qi Yaping, Zhou Suyun beside them, and the nurses who were watching the fun were all stunned.
"You're not here to cause trouble, you're here to thank me?"
He Haipeng was stunned. How could this be possible?
How could a young man like Yun Heng actually have the ability to cure Kahn's troublesome illness that had plagued him for so many years?
Qi Yaping also couldn't believe it. If the banner in Peng Min's hand hadn't been fake, she would have thought that Peng Min was actually speaking in a sarcastic way.
"Doctor Yun!"
While others were shocked or in disbelief, Peng Min had already arrived in front of Yun Heng with Kahn, holding a banner.
"Dr. Yun, thank you. My wife has been taking the medicine for a week and feels much better. She has an appetite again. This was something we never dared to imagine before."
As he spoke, Peng Min handed the banner in his hand to Yun Heng with both hands.
"That's out of the question."
Yun Heng hastily refused: "Mr. Kahn has only taken one course of medicine and is not fully recovered yet. It's a bit early for you to send this banner."
"Not early, not early at all."
Peng Min said gratefully, "When you really recover, we will send you another banner."
As the saying goes, if you have never stood in a certain position, you will never imagine how difficult it is.
Similarly, without standing in Peng Min and Kahn’s perspective, it is difficult for others to understand Peng Min and Kahn’s feelings.
Kahn's disease is indeed life-threatening. He can even work normally with the help of medication, but only Kahn and Peng Min, who lives with him day and night, know what Kahn has suffered over the years.
I often suffer from bloating, stomach pain, and no appetite.
It would be okay if this situation lasted only one or two days, and some people could tolerate it for a month or two, but what about one or two years, or eight or ten years?
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