It’s hard to describe Qi Yunfeng in a few words.
Seeing this, Zhang Huayao simply took him over and said to the patient: "You can come to the hospital to visit the chairman more often when you are free these few days. After all, the chairman is old and no matter what his illness is, we cannot neglect him."
"Dr. Xie just said this."
Hearing this, Zhang Huayao immediately turned around and asked: "Did you just come to see our doctor Xie?"
Asking even though you know the answer.
Qi Yunfeng drank his tea without answering.
The big money sponsor is still a difficult person to serve despite his young age. Zhang Huayao felt sorry for it and wanted to see if he could take advantage of Dr. Xie's blessing and get some sponsorship money from the big money sponsor.
When the leader came back, the three young men outside did not dare to slack off and continued to work.
"Doctor Xie, the family of bed number three is here." The nurse reported.
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The person who came was a middle-aged woman who introduced herself as: "I am his mother's friend, my last name is Zhong."
"His family can't come, right?" Xie Wanying asked.
"It's not that he can't come. His mother happened to be on a business trip and will be back in two days. If other family members want to come, they need to take leave and fly, so they asked me to come and see how he is doing first." Aunt Zhong said.
At that time, the other party's family members might be busy at work and in a hurry to hang up the phone. Xie Wanying now introduced the patient's condition in detail to the family members and friends: "He has inflammation. It's best to take a few days of antibiotics and complete a course of treatment before leaving. He is already ill."
"I know, doctor. You want to say that he is sick and wandering around, right?" Aunt Zhong shook her head. "I didn't know he suddenly came to see me. But that's just his personality. He may have been sick at home since he was a child, so he would run out as soon as he got a chance. This time, he also came here when his mother was not at home."
The more Xie Wanying listened, the more she felt something was wrong: "Is he a student?"
"Doctor, don't you know? He is a high school student who wants to enter an art school next year. He came to me to ask a teacher to look at his paintings."
The young man was dressed like an office worker, carrying a briefcase, which could easily mislead people. Dr. Holmes Pan passed by and heard their conversation, and was surprised that he had guessed wrong.
"Is he seventeen years old?" asked Dr. Pan.
I guessed right this time. I will be applying to the Academy of Fine Arts next year, so I should be in my second year of high school, and I will be 27 years old.
"Doesn't he have to go to school?"
"He is in poor health and often studies at home," said Aunt Zhong.
If you want to apply to an art college, they will pay more attention to your art exam results, and the requirements for your academic performance are not very high.
As the three of them were talking, they came to the patient's bed.
"How do you feel?" Aunt Zhong was worried about the patient lying on the bed getting an injection, so she turned to ask the doctors, "Is he getting better or worse?"
The doctors wondered why the relatives suddenly asked this.
"He doesn't like injections." Aunt Zhong was frightened when she saw the patient, contrary to his usual behavior, cooperating with the injection.
Although the patient wanted to run away for a while before, his current appearance combined with the information revealed by his family members is a bit strange.
"The doctor said you should get injections here for a few days to reduce inflammation and fever. Your mother hasn't come back yet, so I'll call her and take her place to accompany you for injections these days, okay?" Aunt Zhong discussed with the patient, "You have to listen to the doctor."
Du Yongsheng nodded.
Aunt Zhong blinked: How come my friend’s son has become so obedient?
"How many injections do you think it will take for my fever to completely go away?" Du Yongsheng asked the doctor.
Xie Wanying, whose eyes were fixed on the patient, said, "Five days is about right."
"Okay, I'll listen to you. Five days."
It was obvious that the seventeen-year-old boy was waiting to see if Dr. Xie could perform magic to accurately reduce his fever in five days.
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