Chapter 393: "One Cut to Live" Almost Became "One Cut to Death"
Yike and Wang Hongjun came back from the hospital. As soon as they opened the door, "Xintianyou" rushed towards them and pierced their eardrums. "Ma Youcai, shut up! The croaking of a crow is more pleasant than your singing." Wang Hongjun shouted unceremoniously.
"Ahhh, I'm going to fight with you." Ma Youcai waved the chicken-feather cicada in his hand and attacked Wang Hongjun. Wang Hongjun picked up the broom behind the door and rushed forward. The two of them started a broom battle in the room.
Yi Ke walked upstairs as if nothing had happened to him. Zi Yi shouted in the room, "Wife, you're back."
Yike walked into the bedroom and saw Ziyi leaning on the bed, looking at her with a smile.
"Honey, I'm back." Yike walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking Ziyi's chest, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt." Ziyi held Yike's hand and rubbed it gently. "Does your hand hurt? Did anyone give you any trouble?"
"Hubby, how do you know someone would embarrass me? You weren't even there?"
"Because you are too young and you don't have medical qualifications, the patient's family will definitely not believe you easily. I wanted to stop you when you went."
"Then why didn't you stop me?"
"I was afraid that you would feel guilty for not going."
"Hubby, you are so nice! My husband is the one who understands me."
"Tell me, how did you convince the patient's family?"
"There was a hemophiliac who couldn't stop bleeding. I used a silver needle to stop the bleeding. Facts speak louder than words."
"Wife, don't do this kind of thing until you grow up and get a medical license. If the patient is not saved, they will use this as an excuse, and then we will be in the wrong."
"Okay, I'll listen to my husband. What's wrong with Ma Youcai? He's so happy that he started singing."
"He also wanted to buy a small building, so I took him to see the director of the street office. The director promised to notify him as soon as someone sold it. He was so happy when he came back."
"This, this guy is really something. He hasn't even bought it yet, but he's not afraid that the director is just giving him a perfunctory answer?"
"No, I asked him to send a bottle of Moutai."
"Oh, it's such a valuable gift. The director will definitely take care of it for him. No wonder he is so happy."
"Do you want fish porridge or bone porridge? I'll make it for you."
"I asked Ma Youcai to cook bone porridge. You are tired. Go to bed and have a nap. I will call you to eat when it is time."
"Okay, I'll go sleep in another room. I'm afraid I might accidentally press on your wound while I'm asleep."
"It's okay. I won't sleep. You sleep. I'll take care of myself."
Yike climbed onto the bed from the foot of the bed and slept inside. She was really tired and mentally exhausted. She fell asleep the moment her head touched the pillow.
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Half a month later, Ziyi's injury was completely healed, and today Yike accompanied him to the hospital for a follow-up examination.
After the examination, Yike went to the dean's office to see the dean. Ziyi showed the examination sheet to Yidaosheng, who couldn't help but say, "Ziyi, if you don't know, no one would believe that you suffered such a life-threatening injury half a month ago after looking at this examination result. Your recovery ability is too good. Tell me quietly, did Yike give you some magic medicine?"
"Director, you're joking. I've only been taking the medicine you prescribed. There's no such thing as a panacea." Ziyi would never tell the doctor that he had never taken any of the hospital's medicines. He had only taken prescribed medicines.
"You are just kidding. The doctor who sent you here said that you took two pills on the way, one of which contained a thousand-year-old ginseng. Otherwise, you would have died halfway. How could you have made it to the hospital?" "Yidaosheng" said in disbelief.
"Doctor, I really didn't lie to you. Those two pills didn't contain thousand-year-old ginseng. They were just pills made from ginseng that was more than three hundred years old. My brother was afraid that the doctor would not let me take them, so he exaggerated. Don't believe it." Ziyi continued to lie, looking serious.
"Yidaosheng" couldn't see anything on Ziyi's face, so he had to give up.
Yike came out of the dean's office. She had just signed a contract with the dean to produce the "Kehao" ointment for the hospital to use. The hospital's pharmaceutical factory would give Yike 10% of the profits. The dean also agreed to help her apply for a registered trademark.
As soon as Yike walked out of the office, he heard Ziyi lying, but he didn't blush or get nervous, and a smile appeared on his face.
She went up to the doctor and said, "Director, we are going to hold a banquet tonight to celebrate Ziyi's recovery. Please come and give us a chance to thank you for saving Ziyi."
"Yidaosheng" showed a longing look on his face and said, "I really want to participate, but there is another operation at 8 o'clock tonight. You don't have to thank me. If Yi Ke hadn't brought the patient back to life in seconds, my name Yidaosheng would have become Yidaosi. It's really not possible tonight. Next time, I'll treat you. You helped me a lot last time, and I haven't thanked you yet?"
"That's not a big deal. I know how to do it. It's just a piece of cake. Don't worry about it." Yi Ke was being humble when the dean suddenly pushed the door open and walked out.
"Yike, we were talking about the ointment just now, but forgot another thing." The dean held two envelopes in his hand. "There are twenty yuan in here, which is the consultation fee given by the parents of the girl who underwent anesthesia that day. Another fifty yuan is a thank you from the family of the blood patient. There is a hundred yuan in this envelope, which is the surgery fee for these two operations. It's the fee the hospital paid you." The dean put the two envelopes into Yike's hand.
"Thank you, Dean. Actually, you don't need to pay. It's just a small favor from me." Yi Ke didn't expect the two families to be so thoughtful. She thought about it, went into the Dean's office, wrote a prescription, and gave it to the Dean.
"Dean, this prescription is useful for that blood patient. If they believe it, they can try taking it for a month. If it works, come to me and I will change the prescription for them."
"This, is this for curing that person's illness?" the dean asked in disbelief, holding the prescription.
"It is for the person on that day, but not necessarily for others. If it is the same disease, the dosage should be increased or decreased appropriately based on the patient's physical condition." A terrible director gave it to others randomly.
"I know this, but I just want to ask, can you cure blood diseases? Can you cure them?" The dean stared at Yi Ke without blinking, trying to see the answer from Yi Ke's expression.
"It may not be completely cured, but it can be alleviated." Yi Ke nodded seriously.
"Okay, I will definitely let the patient try it. If the patient is really cured, you have made a great contribution, and I will definitely recommend you for credit. Even if the patient is not cured, but can alleviate the condition, I will also recommend you for a small credit. But are you willing to donate this prescription for curing blood diseases? No, are you willing to sell it to the hospital?" The dean's voice was a little low when he said the last part.
"For patients whose conditions are not serious, we can only control them so that they do not get worse. For situations like the one we had that day, I am helpless. So, if your prescription can really alleviate the symptoms, it will be a great achievement. The small achievement I just mentioned is just to hope that you can pay attention to it. In fact, it is a great achievement for the medical community. And Chinese medicine can also be promoted, so that people can believe in it again, instead of just believing in Western medicine and forgetting the Chinese medicine passed down by our ancestors."
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