Healing Doctor

Chapter 692 Using Baidu for Medical Treatment (Part 1)

coming!

Ji Xiang rubbed his hands together, feeling slightly excited.

Meng Qingfei always manages to find clues, for example, he once stood in the corridor watching the emergency pediatric ward and eventually solved a major problem.

There are many similar examples. Ji Xiang has personally experienced them and knows the "magical" aspects of Meng Qingfei.

Ji Xiang didn't need to be on duty; he was just there to watch the show. Of course, he hoped that Meng Qingfei would discover and solve the problem.

This is all part of clinical experience, like the smell of a rotten apple.

"Xiao Ji, can you help me straighten it?" Meng Qingfei said softly, closing his eyes.

"I was suturing a patient in the treatment room just now. I had to align the scales, every single one of them had to be aligned." Ji Xiang began to recount what had just happened, going on to the emergency room doctor performing gastric lavage on the patient, and then to the nurses being reassigned.

Meng Qingfei kept his eyes closed, his eyelids twitching slightly, but he only listened and did not speak.

"There seems to be nothing wrong. Could it be that the patient who took the medication has a problem?"

"I didn't see it..." Meng Qingfei stopped abruptly after saying only three words, "Let me think about it."

As Meng Qingfei and Ji Xiang stared at each other, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the door.

"Here, the brazier is placed here!"

A brazier?

Ji Xiang was taken aback and immediately went to the door to check the situation.

A group of people walked briskly to the entrance of the emergency room, where someone set up a brazier, seemingly preparing to start a fire.

Meng Qingfei also frowned and walked over. He seemed somewhat angry, took a deep breath, and his chest heaved.

"Teacher Meng, what's this?"

"Folklore," Meng Qingfei mumbled.

After saying that, he walked straight over, saying, "What are you doing? This is a hospital!"

"You're a doctor on duty, don't get yourself into trouble." A man in his thirties glanced at Meng Qingfei and said disdainfully, "You can call security, but if you utter another word, I'll get thirty people to complain about you every day."

"..." Ji Xiang's heart sank. He had finally met someone who knew what he was doing.

The threat to the doctor doesn't require any real action. If you get thirty people to complain about Meng Qingfei every day, the medical affairs office will initially take it seriously and distinguish between true and false accusations.

But what happens next? More and more troubles are brewing, and the medical affairs department will definitely suspend Meng Qingfei for a period of time.

As for right or wrong, who cares?

This is also a form of allocation based on who makes the most noise.

Moreover, they made it very clear that they could call security guards whenever they wanted, so calling the police seemed equally easy.

But this group of people are not afraid.

"Dude, this is a hospital, don't scare people," Meng Qingfei said with a smile, his attitude immediately softening.

"You go about your business, I'm not bothering you." Seeing that Meng Qingfei's attitude had softened, the man said, "Soon, don't worry, we know the rules."

"What's wrong?" Meng Qingfei asked.

"Are you bored? Why don't you sew it yourself?" The man sneered at Meng Qingfei. "Get lost."

"..." Meng Qingfei was speechless.

This person's attitude changes too quickly, like they've taken some kind of drug.

I haven't encountered a similar situation for many years. There used to be many people like that, but now they're all in jail after the crackdown on organized crime.

What's going on today?

Meng Qingfei was not forceful. He smiled slightly, conveying his friendliness, and then stepped aside.

"Teacher Meng, they've gone too far," Ji Xiang said in a low voice.

"Hey," Meng Qingfei said, "Xiao Ji, I have a question for you."

"Teacher Meng, please speak."

As Meng Qingfei peered through the door into the hospital where they were having their stomach pumped, he asked, "Do you know how the hospital scalpers resell registration tickets?"

"Before, we had to queue up; now we can hack into the hospital's app online," Ji Xiang said.

"No," Meng Qingfei shook his head, "It was carved out piece by piece."

"..." Ji Xiang thought of Pinduoduo.

If you're a true brother, come and stab me.

"The profits are too high; anything can happen. It's not something you can get by queuing up in the middle of the night." Meng Qingfei sighed. "If it were that easy, it would be too simple."

"!!!"

"A few years ago, an expert in Shandong was injured by scalpers. It was probably because the expert didn't cooperate with their 'work' that the scalpers attacked him."

"How dare they be so arrogant!"

"Don't get so indignant," Meng Qingfei said calmly, smiling slightly. "Back when hospitals had morgues, that was a huge source of profit. But with just one sentence from above, that profit disappeared. Of course, large hospitals still have them, but our hospital's morgue is gone. So..."

Meng Qingfei paused again as he stared intently at the patient vomiting, his hands unconsciously wiping the two dark spots behind his back.

Ji Xiang also noticed that Meng Qingfei's behavior was not right. He hesitated for a moment, but this time he did not go back to the system operating room. Instead, he quietly watched Meng Qingfei, waiting for him to discover and solve the problem.

After a long while, Meng Qingfei finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Teacher Meng, what did you find?" Ji Xiang asked.

"The patient had small blue spots on his ears, and I said something was wrong."

Ji Xiang leaned closer to take a look.

Despite the great distance, Ji Xiang could only observe faint blue spots on the patient's ears and palms using his exceptional observational skills.

Upon seeing it, Ji Xiang was somewhat surprised.

Meng Qingfei's eyesight is amazing!

With eyes like that, it would be a waste not to perform microsurgery on such a gift.

"You can see it too?" Meng Qingfei asked.

"I can barely see, Teacher Meng, your eyesight is truly amazing!" Ji Xiang praised.

Presbyopia.

"..."

"There is a problem, but what kind of illness is it if there are blue spots on the ears, and it's very mild?" Meng Qingfei took out his phone.

Ji Xiang remained silent.

Is Teacher Meng using Baidu to see a doctor?

Suddenly, a feeling of being both amused and exasperated welled up in Ji Xiang's heart.

"That little blue dot in front of your ear is folliculitis. It's already ripe. Disinfect it with iodine, squeeze it out, and it'll be fine. After squeezing, disinfect it again, and it will be gone in a few days. Pay attention to skin hygiene. Eat less spicy and irritating food."

Meng Qingfei read the answer aloud and said in a low voice, "What is this nonsense? It's unlikely that folliculitis will cause blue spots. This answer gets zero points."

"Teacher Meng, your way of treating patients..."

"I can't remember what the problem is." Meng Qingfei patted his head. "After the sun went out a few years ago, the fog in my brain has been there ever since."

"Is it because you're getting old and your memory is gradually getting worse?" Ji Xiang asked.

"!!!"

Meng Qingfei glared at Ji Xiang.

"And then there's the possibility of not using sunscreen properly. It's winter now, it shouldn't be that serious." Meng Qingfei searched for related answers, but still couldn't come up with anything.

Watching helplessly as the group began some strange ritual, Meng Qingfei pulled Ji Xiang back into the consultation room.

(End of this chapter)