Is there no limit to this doctor's skills?

Chapter 203 Master Picks Fruit!

Guo Ziyuan stopped mentioning Chi Huanlin, Ding Xianqi was too lazy to deal with Guo Ziyuan's messy affairs, and An Yue naturally wouldn't mention Chi Huanlin again.

Perhaps it was the incident in the lab last time that made An Yue trust Ding Xianqi to a certain extent.

When An Yue was almost finished eating, she said, "Professor Ding, a professor in the endocrinology department of the Central Hospital has been sending me messages privately."

"The patient whom Dr. Guo changed dressings in the emergency department went to the endocrinology department for an outpatient visit."

"Director Lin of the Endocrinology Department found the situation strange, so he had someone communicate with the patient."

Ding Xianqi held the cigarette case in his right hand, but didn't light it because he was thinking of An Yue, the female comrade.

He really wanted to light it, so he held the cigarette pack in his right palm and twirled it around: "What does the person you're contacting mean?"

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Patients with diabetic foot ulcers are all old cases for the head of the endocrinology department; it's miraculous that they don't worsen.

Guo Ziyuan suddenly brought it to near-healing; if the outpatient director didn't investigate the root cause, then he would be out of his mind.

"The person I contacted was named Du Xueya, and he was an attending physician."

An Yue didn't put it very bluntly: "People in internal medicine generally pay more attention to theory and read more literature."

"Therefore, doctors in prefecture-level city hospitals tend to place more emphasis on scientific research."

Unlike surgeons, internists don't need to spend as much time on specific treatments.

The challenge for internists lies in accurately determining the treatment plan, rather than in physically administering the treatment to the patient.

If internists don't get bogged down in the medical records, they'll have more time.

Ding Xianqi then asked, "Have you mentioned that our orthopedics department is working on this research project?"

An Yue took out a tissue and slowly wiped his mouth.

If you don't eat it, you won't eat it again; this is a dietary habit in Anyue: "As mentioned before, Dr. Du said that Director Lin privately approached a professor at the Provincial People's Hospital and was severely reprimanded."

"But Dr. Du personally hopes to join the research group, and he has privately sent me many papers and ideas."

He also sent over his resume.

Guo Ziyuan paused, his wine glass still in his hand, interrupting An Yue: "Master, let me toast you one more time."

The chat log provided by Anyue was too verbose.

Ding Xianqi glanced at Guo Ziyuan, then put down his cigarette case and picked up his wine glass: "An Yue, get to the point."

An Yue lowered his hands and placed them flat in front of his abdomen: "I'm not sure whether I should tell Teacher Ding or you how to handle this."

"But this Dr. Du, he found out where I rented a place—"

"I find him quite annoying. But I don't want to make a big deal out of it!"

An Yue didn't handle this kind of thing properly last time, which led to the research group changing laboratories.

So this time, An Yue planned to discuss it with Ding Xianqi.

An Yue knew that his countermeasures were definitely effective, but he might not have controlled the degree of effectiveness very well.

Changing laboratories also delayed the experimental progress.

"What do you think we should do?" Ding Xianqi asked Guo Ziyuan.

Guo Ziyuan turned around and filled his and Ding Xianqi's glasses: "Master—the professional title competition system in prefecture-level city hospitals is a melting pot of all sorts of monsters and demons."

"So if you want to get promoted, you might need more external support, which is much more troublesome than what we do in the hospital."

"Therefore, it's best to deal with this factor as soon as possible to avoid unnecessary complications."

Guo Ziyuan's words appeared to be an answer to Ding Xianqi's question, but they were actually addressed to An Yue.

An incident in the lab might be considered an accident if it happens once, but if it keeps happening, then there's something wrong with how Anyue handled it.

"Should I call the police, Dr. Guo?" An Yue was asking for advice.

Anyue tends to rely on external forces to solve problems.

This kind of stalking behavior can be reported to the police.

Guo Ziyuan frowned deeply: "You clearly refused, but it was no use?"

An Yue said, "Du Xueya has a cousin who works at the Provincial People's Hospital. He is currently a professor in the Department of Rheumatology and Immunology, and his surname is Qin."

"Professor Qin and the professors in our endocrinology department inquired about me."

Guo Ziyuan immediately turned his head: "Master, you'll have to come forward and teach me now."

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If Du Xueya is simply difficult to deal with, Guo Ziyuan has a way to handle him.

But the other party is clearly a smart person who wants both the research project and the woman in his heart, so Guo Ziyuan can't just dismiss him like that for the time being.

To strike a snake, one must strike at its vital point; Ding Xianqi's direct intervention is the most appropriate course of action.

Guo Ziyuan's decisiveness brought Ding Xianqi's emotional value to its peak: "No problem."

"Rheumatology and Immunology Department, your surname is Qin, right?"

"I'll call him in a bit."

An Yue suddenly raised his hand again: "Teacher Ding, there's one more thing."

"Go ahead," Ding Xianqi said, without feeling annoyed.

"I have a classmate who was in the same year as me. She is my friend, and now she works at Kyoto Cancer Hospital."

"But the working environment there wasn't particularly good, so she wanted to move to another place—"

"In fact, she quit her job without another one lined up."

"She wanted to come to Yilan City for a visit and relax."

Ding Xianqi realized something: "Did you mention Du Xueya first to recommend your classmate?"

An Yue: "People online say that we shouldn't be too obvious in recommending people based on kinship, but she and I are friends."

"She must have some skill, so I found a counterexample."

Ding Xianqi's gaze swept over Guo Ziyuan.

Look at this, look at this.

What an innocent young girl! How could you treat her like this?

How can you be so shameless?

In fact, Ding Xianqi is currently short-staffed.

A student who can be praised for their abilities by Anyue must be quite skilled.

"It's okay, let her go first—" Although Ding Xianqi felt that Guo Ziyuan was inhuman, he also played the game of feigning reluctance.

"Okay, Professor Ding." An Yue remained relatively calm, showing neither happiness nor particular unhappiness.

She was even a little worried.

12 month 5 day.

Ding Xianqi completed the procedures for "providing counterpart assistance to the Emergency Department of Yichang Central Hospital".

Ding Xianqi didn't come here for a promotion; he just wanted to help the resident staff!

That morning, Peng Jingye contacted Guo Ziyuan early to arrange a place to have breakfast together.

Peng Jingye drove to the entrance of the residential area to pick up Guo Ziyuan, and then they went together to pick up Ding Xianqi.

Peng Jingye was a friend of Ding Xianqi.

After the meal, Peng Jingye took Ding Xianqi and Guo Ziyuan back to the emergency department.

As Peng Jingye led the way with crab-like steps, he introduced, "Professor Ding—currently, Xiao Guo is on duty in the emergency room. Professor Ning Sanlong from Peking Union Medical College Hospital is also on duty in the emergency room."

"However, Professor Ning's visit is different from yours; he is..."

Ding Xianqi patted Peng Jingye on the shoulder: "Why do I feel like you're being sarcastic or sarcastic towards me?"

"Professor Ning's purpose is none of my business; I'm just taking up this position casually."

"You don't need to worry about me."

"I wouldn't be jealous even if you treated Professor Ning like royalty."

"If it's not very convenient for you, I'll make an appointment with the trauma orthopedics department."

Peng Jingye, as a friend, knew that Ding Xianqi was the type to speak bluntly.

Peng Jingye wasn't annoyed: "Professor Ding, what you're saying is exactly what we'd be happy to have you take this temporary post."

"Our emergency department also plans to reopen a trauma center."

Ding Xianqi said, "Dr. Peng, the trauma center is the trauma center, and the trauma orthopedics department is the trauma orthopedics department."

"I only need to borrow three to five of your beds. If you have a lot of patients, I'll just borrow some from other places."

Peng Jingye was speechless for a moment: "Brother Ding—I was wrong."

After repeatedly calling him Professor Ding, Peng Jingye finally addressed him as Dr. Peng and began to pay his respects.

"No, it's my fault."

"Just because I got a promotion, does that mean I have no right to treat my family and friends like this?" Ding Xianqi said, sounding like a sarcastic old man.

Fortunately, as the group walked inside, a nurse came to report.

"Dr. Guo, a patient is here to see you. They're waiting in line over by the control room."

Guo Ziyuan turned his head to look at his teacher.

Peng Jingye then said, "Brother Ding, you go ahead and get busy—I'll show you around later—"

"Last time you had time, but I didn't have a chance to introduce it to you."

Peng Jingye knew that Ding Xianqi had come here specifically to treat patients with diabetic foot.

Guo Ziyuan then arrived at the door of the control room with Ding Xianqi.

Unexpectedly, when the two were at the door of the control room, they found Professor Ning Sanlong arguing with a patient.

"I'll just take a look at your wound, I won't touch you. Dr. Guo will change your dressing later."

The patient was Guo Ziyuan's, so he didn't believe in Professor Ning Sanlong from Peking Union Medical College Hospital at all.

"I'm here to see Dr. Guo." The patient's expression was quite wary!

"Fine, fine, I won't touch you." Ning Sanlong withdrew his hand, and also withdrew his self-delusion.

The diabetic foot ulcer patients treated by Guo Ziyuan were all quite difficult to treat.

He rarely succeeded in examining patients' wounds alone.

"Dr. Guo." The patient saw Guo Ziyuan walking over and quickly greeted him with a smile.

"Long Enxiao, Professor Ding will change your dressing today."

Before Long Enxiao could refuse, Guo Ziyuan said, "Professor Ding is my mentor. He will be the chief physician of diabetic foot at the hospital for a long time to come."

Long Enxiao swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue: "Is that so? Okay, okay."

If Dr. Guo's skills are so amazing, then Guo Ziyuan's master must be even more amazing.

You can call someone "teacher" however you like, but "master" is like a second father to someone else; no one would casually call someone else "master."

Ding Xianqi then picked up the examination gloves and led the patient to the examination bed.

Guo Ziyuan stood beside the patient.

This scene immediately made Ning Sanlong raise an eyebrow, and a grin spread across his face beneath his mask.

Of course, Professor Ning Sanlong did not say anything in front of the patient, but patiently watched Ding Xianqi's specific operation.

Half an hour later, Guo Ziyuan personally escorted the patient away.

Professor Ning Sanlong said with a half-smile, and gave Ding Xianqi a thumbs up: "Professor Ding, amazing!"

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A faint blush appeared on Ding Xianqi's face, but it vanished in an instant.

He understood what Ning Sanlong meant.

Ding Xianqi, who had chatted with Ning Sanlong before and the conversation hadn't gone very well, put his hands on his hips.

While taking off the sterile gloves, she said, "There's no way around it, the students are hard to manage."

"Professor Ding, do you know how distressed I am? I am very distressed every night."

"My student is so outstanding. I actually dream of having a very normal student so that I can take them with me every day and nurture them like my own children."

"Which direction they develop in is entirely up to me."

Ning Sanlong clenched his fists, suppressing the urge to hit someone.

I kept repeating it to myself.

Ding Xianqi is a trauma orthopedic surgeon, and he's one of the only two people you shouldn't mess with.

In terms of combat effectiveness, the hospital's surgical department...

One is a spinal surgeon, the other is a trauma orthopedic surgeon; anyone who has been in contact with them knows what I mean.

Ning Sanlong knew Ding Xianqi was being sarcastic: "Really? I didn't see that coming."

"The peaches are quite sweet, aren't they?"

The people picking peaches are like monkeys, jumping around everywhere.

Ding Xianqi smirked and said seriously, "Professor Ning, we are both teachers, and I am having a heart-to-heart talk with you."

"Think about it, if you can't teach your students anymore in a few years, what's the point of being a teacher?"

"If you say he's outstanding, then you're just showing off. In reality, it's all about the master leading you in, but the real cultivation is up to you."

"In fact, his achievements have absolutely nothing to do with you."

"We're all teachers, so put yourself in their shoes," Ding Xianqi said with great sincerity.

Ning Sanlong frowned with suspicion, then nodded.

"Professor Ning, let me tell you, this student of mine is only a third-year graduate student this year."

"I was treated like a son to my teacher for almost twenty years, and when it was my turn to be the father, he had only been around for three years before he started shitting on my head —"

"Think about it, if your child is independent at three years old and can even go out on their own, don't you think you've failed as a teacher?"

"A teacher is one who imparts knowledge, instructs in skills, and resolves doubts!"

"Me—" Ding Xianqi's face and mouth were full of bitterness.

Professor Ning Sanlong stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over Ding Xianqi with a deep, thoughtful look.

At this moment, Ding Xianqi's eyes were sincere.

Ning Sanlong slowly nodded: "That's true."

Ding Xianqi said, "That's fine. We're getting old, and with age comes a weakening of our digestive system."

"Fortunately, my student is an excellent cook, so it's really comfortable to eat here!"

Fortunately, he was still willing.

Ning Sanlong was like a lion about to explode, his hands clenched into fists again.

Ding Xianqi grinned sinisterly at Ning Sanlong's fist, then looked at Guo Ziyuan approaching and asked, "Xiao Guo, has the patient been taken away?"

"Yes, he'll come back the day after tomorrow to change his dressing."

"Master, I'm not seeing many patients right now!"

Ding Xianqi comforted him, "It's alright, take your time. You should eat one bite at a time, chewing slowly and carefully. It's all good."

"Professor Ning, you're right, aren't you?"

Ning Sanlong felt that he had been teased and provoked.

But right now, he was suffering from a bitter taste in his mouth, unable to express his grievances.

How could I have believed that Ding Xianqi, this middle-aged man, was such a naive child?

He's definitely a prime candidate for being a cunning and manipulative guy!

"Dr. Guo, I'm going to work now." Ning Sanlong smiled kindly at Guo Ziyuan.

Guo Ziyuan was unaware of what had happened between Ning Sanlong and Ding Xianqi: "Okay, Professor Ning, I'll be there in a bit."

"This is my mentor, Professor Ding Xianqi from the Provincial People's Hospital."

Before Ning Sanlong could speak, Ding Xianqi proactively extended both hands: "Professor Ning, you can call me Xiao Ding. Please take care of me in the future."

"I'm thick-skinned—I just like to pick some fruit and eat it."

Ning Sanlong abandoned his post and ran away.

At this moment, Guo Ziyuan finally realized that something must have happened between these two people of the same age.

Guo Ziyuan glanced at Ding Xianqi in surprise.

This was the first time Guo Ziyuan had ever discovered that Ding Xianqi was actually like this.

cute.

Men are young until they die.

"Professor Ding, if you have the chance, please recommend a few good students to me."

"I don't mind," Ding Xianqi shouted mischievously to the outside.

Ning Sanlong swung his limp and turned to leave.

The title "Ding Chunqiu" was not given for nothing.

My master is very good at being sarcastic, isn't he?

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