Song Lan smiled somewhat helplessly and said, "I was just expressing my feelings as a doctor, and I don't need you to praise me like that."
Qin Yanzheng glanced at Wu Dong, then slightly parted his lips and said, "My wife is being modest again, don't you think?"
"That's right."
Wu Dong nodded.
"You two work together very well."
Rolling her eyes at the two of them, Song Lan, having nothing better to do, decided to massage Qin Yanzheng's injured leg.
Have you encountered any problems at work?
Qin Yanzheng suddenly asked with a smile.
"No."
Song Lan replied without hesitation.
"Although all organizations are now working to improve the work environment, some people still think they have a strong family background and continue to act superior. If you encounter such a person at work, just ignore them."
If the other party is deliberately causing trouble for you, you don't need to waste your breath arguing with them. Just go to the hospital leadership to report the situation.
I believe no leader wants to see a bad apple in the workplace, causing numerous problems for the team's work.
Thinking about what happened yesterday, and recalling how Song Lan had been wronged without his knowledge, Qin Yanzheng couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache. Therefore, he needed to give Song Lan more pointers to prevent her from suffering in silence at work.
"I've got it."
That was indeed what she thought. She figured that if Dr. Liang went too far and said something to her that would affect her work, then the hospital leadership would handle it.
Of course, if the other party takes the initiative to attack her regardless of the consequences, then sorry, she will definitely retaliate in kind and not let herself be the one who suffers.
About twenty minutes later, Song Lan returned to her room.
The next day.
Everything was fine at noon, but in the late afternoon, just after Song Lan finished seeing a patient, Liang Zhen walked into Song Lan's office with her hands in the pockets of her white coat and her chin raised.
"Dr. Song's medical skills are getting better and better. It's obvious that you're seeing more patients than Dr. Wang. And recently, every patient you've treated has praised your excellent attitude."
The medication is precise and inexpensive; one dose of herbal medicine is enough to cure most of the illness. Since Dr. Song is so capable, how about giving me some pointers?
Sitting down in the chair provided for patients, Liang Zhen looked at Song Lan with undisguised sarcasm.
Song Lan completely ignored the other party's sarcastic remarks and didn't even look up to acknowledge them. She was busy organizing the medical records on the consultation table, her expression calm and indifferent. This infuriated Liang Zhen, who felt like she had punched a cotton ball.
"What do you mean? You've only been practicing in the Traditional Chinese Medicine department for a short time, and you're already putting on airs like a senior to me. Who do you think you are?!"
Her tone was clearly aggressive, and Liang Zhen slapped the consultation table at the same time.
"Dr. Liang, if you have something to say, please get to the point. If not, please step aside. I don't have time to chat with you right now."
Song Lan glanced at the other person indifferently, and seeing a patient stuck at the door, she couldn't help but say to Liang Zhen again, "It's working hours now, Dr. Liang, please move aside. The patient is waiting at the door to see a doctor!"
Are you showing off to me?
Liang Zhen slammed her hand on the consultation table again, her face dark, and said, "Where were you when I was practicing in the Traditional Chinese Medicine department of this hospital? Now you think you can just rely on your own abilities and not respect me, your senior? I think you don't want to work at this hospital anymore!"
Song Lan stood up. She wasn't going to indulge the other person, nor did she want to waste words with them. She grabbed the person from the chair, pushed them out of the consultation room, then withdrew her hand and invited the patient who had come to see her into the room, smiling and saying, "Please sit down."
"Dr. Song, you're really strong! You managed to lift Dr. Liang up in one go and easily push him out the door. Amazing!"
The patient who came for the consultation was a woman in her fifties. She was slightly overweight, and she smiled as soon as she spoke, looking very auspicious.
Song Lan smiled but did not reply.
“I’m a family member of someone working at our machinery factory. A couple of days ago, my older sister told me that you’re a good doctor, so I thought I’d come to our staff hospital to register and have you take a look at me.”
The woman speaking was surnamed Wu. She was Wei Shengli's neighbor and had a very good relationship with Wei's mother. She started talking about her old friends and, without stopping, continued:
“My old friend lives next door to me. Her son, Wei Shengli, works in the security department of our factory. My old friend said that you used to be her son’s colleague, Dr. Song, and that her daughter has been seeing you for treatment and is now much better.”
By the way, my old friend told me that before you treated her daughter, you cured another one of our friends' headaches. Dr. Song, you're so young, how come your medical skills are so good?!
To be honest, I really admire you...
Song Lan smiled somewhat awkwardly. Seeing that the patient sitting in front of her seemed inclined to continue talking, she couldn't help but ask, "Auntie, is something bothering you?"
"Oh dear! My problem isn't a big deal, but it's not insignificant either; it's just a bit annoying..."
Wu Cuifen looked embarrassed and lowered her voice to explain her discomfort.
Upon hearing this, Song Lan said, "Auntie, put your hands on this cushion on the table." The so-called cushion was a pulse pillow.
Which hand?
Wu Cuifen asked.
"It will be all right."
To confirm the diagnosis, Song Lan usually takes the pulse of each patient.
Wu Cuifen extended her right hand.
As time passed, Song Lan gently asked the other person to switch to their right hand.
Wu Cuifen did as instructed.
Once Song Lan was diagnosed with the disease, she picked up a pen and scribbled on the medical record.
"Dr. Song, is that all?"
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