Chu Beichen quickly pulled Su Nian in and gestured to her to speak more quietly, "You are on someone else's territory now, be careful with your words!"
Su Nian stuck out her tongue, realizing that she had been too reckless.
But a middle-aged man happened to walk by, and he heard what Su Nian said. The man looked back at Su Nian carefully, snorted coldly, as if he was extremely disdainful of her words.
Su Nian said the wrong thing, but she didn't bother with the man and quietly followed him into the hospital.
Unexpectedly, the saying "enemies often meet" is not a casual saying. They actually work on the same floor as the middle-aged man. Watching that man walk into the office next door, Su Nian looked at the sign on the door again, and saw three big words "Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine" written on it.
"It's over, my colleagues heard it!" Su Nian was a little depressed.
Chu Beichen had already found the rice bowl and put the plastic bag of fermented rice noodle skin on it. "Alright, if he's a broad-minded person, your words won't mean anything. But if he's a vindictive person, then it's useless for you to apologize now!"
Su Nian thought about it and realized that this was exactly the truth, so she stopped caring about it and started eating the stuffed skin.
The stuffed dough here is chewy and delicious. Chu Beichen and Mark each ate two servings and were very satisfied. They quickly cleaned up the mess and opened the window to let the smell out.
A few people were busy when Zhao Liang, the director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department, arrived. He was a local and sniffed the sour and fragrant aroma in the air. He smiled knowingly and said, "Have you tried some fermented skin? It's simple. I'll take you to an authentic restaurant some other day!"
Su Nian felt a little embarrassed and touched his nose, "Thank you very much."
Zhao Liang didn't ask her why she left early in the morning, so she wisely didn't explain. This is the good thing about dealing with smart people: neither of them will feel tired!
Zhao Liang changed the subject and got straight to the point. "Doctor Su, the clinic's information has been updated. Your information is now visible to all patients. Starting this afternoon, you will officially be seeing patients."
"I'll coordinate some beds for you in the internal medicine department. Once you admit a few patients, we can start training!"
Su Nian's ultimate goal in coming to Zhang Ye this time was to train several doctors who could use her method to treat patients with syringomyelia.
If there were no ready-made patients, Su Nian would have to admit them herself, which was why she was in a hurry to post flyers.
After all, this disease is not a cold or fever. After diagnosis, there is no need to go to the hospital for follow-up examination, so the probability of appearing in the outpatient clinic is very low.
Su Nian understood what Zhao Liang meant. He also wanted her to admit patients first and then start teaching after she had patients. Otherwise, a good cook cannot cook without rice, and all her empty talk would be in vain.
Just as they were talking, there was a knock on the office door, and a woman's timid voice rang out, "Excuse me, is this Dr. Zhang's office?"
Su Nian's eyes suddenly brightened. This woman was none other than the woman she met on the train, the one with two sick children.
Su Nianchao looked behind the woman and saw two small figures hiding behind her. They were the two sick children.
"Dr. Zhang," Zhao Liang said, pointing to the office next door. "His office is right next door. Hurry up and go! There aren't many people here this afternoon, so you can see him there."
Su Nian was anxious, "Auntie, please don't leave yet." This time she wanted to see the two little patients first no matter what.
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