Chapter 4 Zhuyun Clinic
Yu Qing went out after breakfast.
Most people like to keep their secrets in their mobile phones and carry them close to them so that they are not easily leaked.
Yu Qing took his cell phone and went downstairs to the community to check it first.
Fingerprint unlocking.
The phone interface is very clean. Apart from the built-in software, there is only WeChat and an unknown software.
Yu Qing opened WeChat first.
There are fifty friends in the address book and several unread messages in the chat box.
Among them, there is an account with the note "President Ming", which is one of the top accounts on WeChat.
She clicked on it and swiped up the screen to see the previous chat history.
Dean Ming: [Someone sent me this photo. It's a drawing his son scribbled on. Doctor Qingzhu, do you have any research on mental illness?]
Qingzhu: [Where is the person?]
Dean Ming: [He has been on leave from school for half a year and lives in a villa area in the north of Hecheng.]
Qingzhu: [Sure, I have time.]
Finally, there was the new message from Dean Ming: [Then let’s make an appointment on the weekend. I’ll contact you.]
The original 'Yu Qing' had made an appointment with Dean Ming to visit a patient.
Slender fingertips tapped the keyboard and replied to a message.
Qingzhu: [Okay.]
After replying to the message, Yu Qing looked at the other messages. Without exception, they were all thanks, and there were no useful clues.
However, it's not that I gained nothing. I had sent the location of the clinic to others before, and the record has not been deleted.
Now there are still three days until the weekend, and Yu Qing plans to go to the clinic first.
She took a taxi according to the address.
The clinic is not far from where I live, about a ten-minute drive away.
To get to the clinic, you have to go around a food street and through the alley next to it.
The location is very convenient, just downstairs of a building, and it should be a rented storefront.
From the outside, it looks like an ordinary small clinic with an authentic plaque hanging on it.
Zhuyun Clinic.
Fortunately, she used her five senses to unlock the door, otherwise she wouldn't have the key.
This type of lock is very defensive and especially safe. After all, although people may look similar, everyone's bone structure and facial features are different.
Yu Qing pushed the door open and saw the interior furnishings at a glance.
There is a wooden table used for medical consultations, with two long wooden chairs on the right side, which is the area dedicated to hanging saline solution. The rest are all medical instruments and medicines related to medical consultations.
Only when you walk to the innermost part will you find a small laboratory, but its location is relatively secret. The remaining equipment seems to be halfway through the research.
Yu Qing doesn't plan to enter the laboratory for the time being.
She is quite short of money now.
The girl put on a white coat, skillfully placed a pen on her chest, then sat in the examination chair, quietly waiting for patients to come.
The clinic was deserted. There were two transparent containers near the door. Chlorophytum flowers dotted the branches like stars, emitting a fresh and elegant scent that made people feel relaxed and happy.
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Entrance of the alley.
The simply dressed woman pulled the boy towards Zhuyun Clinic.
The boy, with dyed dark blue hair and non-mainstream clothing, followed very reluctantly, but had no choice under the pressure from his mother.
"Mom! I told you I'm fine, why do you have to go see a doctor? It's just a common cold. I can drink some medicine and get some sleep, and I'll definitely be fine."
The woman turned around and glared at him, her eyes full of disgust: "When you dye your hair back, you will have the right to speak. I can consider it. Before that, what I say is an imperial decree!"
The boy was speechless.
It doesn't seem strange to me when I think about the fact that his mother has been following a palace drama recently.
The clinic was only a hundred steps away from the alley, and the two of them quickly reached the door.
This way.
Yu Qing had just finished looking through the records of all the patients. Every patient who had visited the clinic had a record with a one-inch photo attached.
So when the woman pulled the boy in, she recognized the woman's identity.
"Aunt Xu, are you feeling unwell?"
Aunt Xu raised her eyes, no longer showing the cold expression she had towards her son. Instead, she smiled and said, "Doctor Yun, it's not me, it's my son. He has a slight fever."
Aunt Xu had come to see Yu Qing once before because of a headache. She thought Yu Qing had excellent medical skills, so she brought her son here.
Because Yu Qing never reveals her real name to her patients, everyone calls her Dr. Yun.
Aunt Xu's son Fan Cheng suddenly became quiet at this moment.
Fan Cheng looked at the young girl in the white coat, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes, and the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and it was rare that he had no resistance.
He has always been very respectful to beautiful women!
Aunt Xu knows her son best, a typical late-stage face-obsession patient!
She stood aside with a smile, letting Fan Cheng sit on the consultation chair, not afraid that he would run away.
Yu Qing sat there taking the young man's pulse, her long hair neatly tied up, her cold and beautiful face full of seriousness.
Aunt Xu's heart skipped a beat, and she asked anxiously, "Doctor Yun, is this a very difficult disease?"
I am not afraid of the doctor saying that I am sick, I am afraid of the doctor not saying anything.
Now Fan Cheng was not so sure.
Could it be that he really has a terminal illness?
Yu Qing withdrew his hand: "I suggest you take him to the hospital."
The tone is neither hurried nor slow.
It inexplicably soothed Aunt Xu's anxious heart.
"Okay, I'll take him to the hospital right now." Aunt Xu took Fan Cheng and left.
Obviously he trusted Yu Qing's medical skills.
Fan Cheng was in a trance. When he came, he had a look of disdain on his face, but when he left, his face was full of dirt.
The two walked out of the clinic.
Yu Qing took the tea leaves and poured boiling water on them.
Different from the taste of ordinary tea, this tea has a medicinal fragrance, which has a certain refreshing and calming effect on the body.
She carefully read the information left in the clinic. Except for necessary times (such as going to school), the original body stayed in the clinic almost all day long. Occasionally, she would go out to make appointments with people for medical treatment.
Yu Qing was not going to break this rule.
There was a clock hanging on the white wall, and the hour hand was exactly turned to nine.
There are no patients at the moment, so she can do other things with the rest of her time.
While drinking tea, Yu Qing took out his mobile phone and downloaded an app called "Ele.me".
She exchanged cash with the old man downstairs and now has more than 400 yuan in her WeChat account.
The other side.
In the parking space opposite the food street, there is a luxury car with a Beijing license plate.
In the car, the middle-aged driver looked at Aunt Xu and her son who were leaving in a taxi, and said doubtfully: "Madam, is Doctor Qingzhu really here?"
Sitting in the back seat of the car was a lady with delicate makeup and noble elegance.
Du Yunjun exited WeChat and slowly said, "Go check which hospital the mother and child went to and see if it's true."
Although the mother and son had just passed away, the hospital was close by and the news was quickly obtained.
The driver was stunned for two seconds, his tone still a little uncertain: "Madam, the boy did have a problem after the examination. It was a mild poisoning that caused a low-grade fever. Fortunately, the toxin was not strong, otherwise I'm afraid it would be-"
Du Yunjun: "Get to the point."
The driver skipped the nonsense and got to the point. "The news from the hospital is that it's a hard-to-detect toxin, probably a poisonous insect from the mountain. It's hard for an experienced doctor to spot it."
The driver paused and continued:
"But...anyone who knows medicine should be able to see it, right?"
In fact, he himself didn't quite believe what he said. After all, the hospital said that inexperienced doctors couldn't tell the difference at all.
“There are doctors who understand medicine, but there are not many who know Chinese medicine.”
However, a simple pulse diagnosis can directly reveal the problem, at least it is not a half-baked one.
Du Yunjun got out of the car, tightened his coat, straightened his clothes, and then walked towards the alley across the street.
The driver quickly got out and followed.
It's just a last-ditch effort, I just hope it's not a wasted trip.
(End of this chapter)
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