Shen Jiaojiao thought about it and decided to go to the hospital for a few days.
Anyway, there is food in the hospital cafeteria every day, so he doesn't have to worry about food and drink.
However, when Shen Jiaojiao arrived at the hospital, she was dumbfounded.
She hasn't officially started work yet, and now it's time to get off work.
She searched for a long time but couldn't find a Chinese medicine doctor, so she had to settle for the hospital lobby.
The next morning, Shen Jiaojiao went out to buy two buns for breakfast. The first thing she did when she returned to the hospital was to go through the entry procedures.
Thanks to Chen Shouye's previous help, the procedures went smoothly.
But when she went to the logistics department to get a set of clothes and Chinese medicine stethoscope tools, which were medicine prescriptions and pulse pillows, she found that she was only given a white coat, a stethoscope and a blood pressure monitor.
"A pulse pillow will do. I don't need these."
Shen Jiaojiao returned the stethoscope and blood pressure monitor.
The person recording in the warehouse shook his head and said, "No."
"No pulse pillow?"
Shen Jiaojiao was a little shocked. In such a big hospital, you actually have a pulse pillow?
"Really not."
“…”
Shen Jiaojiao looked at the shelves, and as far as she could see, there was indeed nothing related to traditional Chinese medicine.
There was no other way, so Shen Jiaojiao had to report to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine with her white coat.
Following the instructions, I walked around the corridor for a long time.
Shen Jiaojiao finally stopped in a place full of dust and cobwebs.
There were three words written on the rickety sign.
Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
Shen Jiaojiao couldn't help but shook her head and walked forward. There was already an old man inside.
He was about fifty years old, with gray hair, and was wearing the kind of Liberation suit that was very common on the street.
He sat on the only clean chair inside, a pot of tea brewing in a pot beside him, and the radio in his hand was humming.
Shen Jiaojiao knocked on the door several times in a row, but he didn't hear it until Shen Jiaojiao walked in.
Shen Jiaojiao thought that the scene where she could see patients here did not happen, so she had to ask: "Uncle, where are the other people in our Traditional Chinese Medicine Department?"
The old man narrowed his eyes and finally decided to turn down the volume of the recorder. "Who are you?"
"My name is Shen Jiaojiao, and I'm a newly employed Chinese medicine practitioner. Uncle, where are the people here? Why is this house so shabby?"
The old man cleared his throat, pointed at Shen Jiaojiao, and then pointed at himself, "Aren't they all here?"
"Just the two of us?" Shen Jiaojiao was stunned.
"To be honest, you are the first Chinese medicine doctor in our hospital, and I was sent by the logistics department. I am also the director of your office. From now on, I will be responsible for the affairs of your office."
Office affairs are to manage the miscellaneous matters in the office, such as whether the desk or the light bulb is broken.
Shen Jiaojiao understood after thinking about it for a while.
Maybe the female doctor yesterday almost diagnosed the old man with the wrong illness.
The hospital was afraid of taking responsibility, so they admitted her.
This can barely be considered as the Third Hospital curing the old man. Even if the family members want to cause trouble, they cannot go to the hospital, but can only go to that person.
However, there was no Chinese medicine practitioner in the Third Hospital. If she wanted to see patients there, she would have to start over.
She looked at the mess and the lack of places to stay, and found it hard to imagine that there was such a place in the hospital!
"Doctor Shen, otherwise... you should go to another hospital. Our hospital mainly specializes in Western medicine. You have no future here."
"But other hospitals are also very tight on space. There's no room for me."
Shen Jiaojiao sighed, looking at the unlucky guy who was sent to work with her, "I'm really sorry, uncle, I really need this salary now, and I have to make you and me suffer."
The old man waved his hand and dragged his chair to a place where he could bask in the sun.
"If you're not afraid of being tired, then stay here. I'll be living in retirement wherever I go anyway."
The corners of Shen Jiaojiao's mouth twitched involuntarily, and she wondered how she was qualified to be picky.
I found a place to put my white coat and planned to go to the logistics department to talk to someone.
There are no medicinal materials to bring in, and there are no patients to slowly cultivate trust between doctors and patients, but hygiene should be maintained, right?
The person from the logistics department was Su Jingjing, who had short hair that reached her ears and was neatly dressed in a white coat.
Leaning against the chair, leisurely flipping through the Times, she said without even raising her eyelids when Shen Jiaojiao walked in, "No one is here, everyone is busy."
"For such a large hospital, the logistics department can't even send a few people to clean it?"
"There are only so many people in the hospital. There are emergency rooms, outpatient clinics, and inpatients. Where doesn't someone need to clean? These are all crowded places. In comparison, your Traditional Chinese Medicine Department doesn't even have any patients. There's nothing to worry about. Can't we just wait for people to clean up later?"
Shen Jiaojiao thought of the man who was twice her age.
Looking at the old man enjoying the sunshine while humming a song, it is reasonable to suspect that they did it on purpose!
If I want to wait for you to help me clean up the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department, I wonder how long it will take?
"There's no one at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic because they haven't put up their sign yet. Once they're done cleaning up and start seeing patients, patients will naturally come. The most urgent thing is to clean up! There aren't many, so you should have some, right?"
Su Jingjing laughed when she heard it. She pulled Chen Jiaojiao out the door and said, "Look, take a good look."
Shen Jiaojiao was confused, “What are you looking at?”
"Look at the patients who come here. Who isn't here to see Western medicine? Or even Chinese medicine? Do you think you're so great just because you treated a patient for heatstroke? Humph, everyone knows that you Chinese medicine practitioners are all a bunch of scammers."
Su Jingjing looked at Shen Jiaojiao with some disdain, "You finally guessed right, and you're secretly happy about it. Do you really want to shine here?"
As she walked back, she continued, "If you want the money, then stay here. If you don't, get out!"
Shen Jiaojiao almost laughed out of anger.
She knew that traditional Chinese medicine had not been popular in recent years, and she also knew that Western medicine was being promoted at this time.
The people's love for Western medicine and their contempt and prejudice towards traditional Chinese medicine seem to be two huge extremes.
"No, cheating is not my style."
Chen Jiaojiao looked at Su Jingjing for a while. "Let me tell you a few words, for example. Your menstrual period is irregular. Every time you have your period, you will have a headache and feel nauseous. You will also feel tired and sleepy. You will be out of breath when walking. You will also suffer from insomnia at night and have cold sweats like crazy, right?"
Su Jingjing turned her head in shock, her eyes wide open like gongs.
She did have these problems, but she and Shen Jiaojiao had just met, and she had never told her about these.
Shen Jiaojiao put her hands in her pockets, her tone calm yet earnest.
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