Healing Doctor

Chapter 695 Large Livestock

Has online medical consultation reached a whole new level?

Thinking of this, Ji Xiang smiled.

How could that be?

I personally witnessed Meng Qingfei's diagnostic process, which was not simply taking out a mobile phone to look up a doctor online.

Teacher Meng Qingfei has his own logic.

During the filming of the show, there was an episode where the hospital was having an outpatient clinic. The First Affiliated Hospital asked the head nurse or someone similar to play the role of a patient. Zhao Mengmeng was stumped by the questions and subconsciously took out her phone to find out what the "patient" was talking about.

At the time, Zhao Mengmeng's story was considered a joke.

Teacher Meng Qingfei is several levels above Zhao Mengmeng.

It was getting late, and Meng Qingfei stretched comfortably.

"Go back to sleep if you're fine," Meng Qingfei said. "I'll be fine after get off work tomorrow, but you still have surgery and to write medical records."

"Okay, I'm going back to rest now." Ji Xiang felt he had gained a lot today.

It not only diagnosed a patient with melena, but also gave us a new understanding of how to seek medical advice online.

Indeed, as Meng Qingfei said, picking flowers and leaves are all weapons; I was too rigid in the past.

"You need to get more rest. You've stayed here for too long today," Meng Qingfei said. "You may not feel it now because you're young, but if you don't take care of yourself, you'll be in trouble when you get to my age."

"How bad is it?" Ji Xiang glanced at Meng Qingfei, but couldn't sense anything bad about him.

Of course, being sent to the emergency room and never being able to have surgery again doesn't count.

Meng Qingfei looked at Ji Xiang with a smile but didn't say anything, which made Ji Xiang feel a chill run down his spine.

Could it be that Teacher Meng is making suggestive remarks to me?

Ji Xiang began to recall Meng Qingfei's words, but still couldn't find where the car was.

Could it be that Teacher Meng's driving skills have reached a level that others cannot perceive, and only after many years do they suddenly realize it and exclaim in admiration?

impossible.

Ji Xiang was somewhat confused.

"When I was a child, my family lived in the countryside, and we needed large livestock for work. Cows, horses, donkeys and things like that."

"But all kinds of large livestock have problems. Cows are strong and have great endurance, and they can do very heavy work, but they work very slowly and are not very efficient."

Ji Xiang thought of living, and the last dialogue Yu Hua wrote.

"If we're talking about efficiency, horses are really good; they can pull and run, but they don't have much stamina and get exhausted after a while."

"Donkeys are good creatures; their speed and stamina are just right, falling between oxen and horses, making them very easy to use. But these things have a terrible temper; they get angry easily, and every day before they go back to their laps, you have to find an open space for them to roll around in as much as they want."

"You tell me, this thing is useful, but it's temperamental and not easy to use."

"Back then, I thought, if only there were animals that had stamina, speed, and a good temper, that wouldn't complain no matter how you ordered them around. Oh, and they'd eat very little too, you have no idea how much those big animals eat during the winter."

Ji Xiang shrugged.

He knew exactly what Meng Qingfei was talking about.

Meng Qingfei stopped there, glanced at Ji Xiang, and patted him on the shoulder.

"As a large animal, you should rest when you need to. If you really can't work anymore, guess what idiom awaits you?" Meng Qingfei asked.

"Discard the donkey after it has done its work," Ji Xiang said casually.

"Good to know. Come on, I'll see you out."

The two walked down the emergency room corridor late at night, surrounded by the unique smell of vomit, excrement, blood, and sweat that was typical of the emergency room.

"Teacher Meng, what do you do after get off work?" Ji Xiang asked.

"I stay home playing games, swimming, and exercising," Meng Qingfei asked. "Xiao Ji, do you play games?"

Ji Xiang shook his head.

Meng Qingfei looked at Ji Xiang as if he were a monster.

"If you don't play games and don't have a girlfriend, what's the fun in your life? Do you really think you're some kind of beast?"

"Yes!" Ji Xiang said very seriously.

Meng Qingfei also realized he had gone a bit too far. He laughed and said, "Xiao Ji, business is business, take it one step at a time. You still need to enjoy life. By the way, you're a real workhorse."

Ji Xiang smiled too. "Is that so?"

"Go back and get some rest." Meng Qingfei said the same thing again. Just as he finished speaking, a person walked over from around the corner. His face was covered in blood, and there was a 7-8cm wound on his face.

The flesh of his wound was torn open, and red blood dripped onto the ground, looking quite frightening.

If this weren't in a hospital, but in the emergency room, it would scare someone walking alone at night so much they'd have a heart attack.

Meng Qingfei's face showed a bitter expression.

Damn it!

Today's class seems to be having a lot of bad luck.

However, Meng Qingfei knew in his heart that these kinds of patients could just be sent to the plastic surgery department for stitches, and it had nothing to do with him.

"You're injured? You were beaten?" Meng Qingfei asked, throwing Ji Xiang aside.

"Hmm." The patient remained calm, not covering his face with his hands to hide the wound, but letting the blood flow freely.

This person... seems to have some issues. Ji Xiang stopped and went back with Meng Qingfei.

Meng Qing was focused on treating the patient and didn't say much to Ji Xiang. He came to the patient, took a close look, and said, "Your injury is too complicated. If it's above the hairline, go to neurosurgery. If it's below the hairline, near the eyes, ears, nose, and throat, go to oral surgery for suturing. It seems like you also need to see ophthalmologists and ENT specialists together."

"Doctor, just give me a quick stitch, that'll do," the patient said calmly.

"How could that be?" Meng Qingfei firmly refused.

"It's really okay, doctor. Just a quick stitch, I'm a grown man and I'm not afraid of scarring," the patient said.

Meng Qingfei shook his head, took the patient back to the emergency department, sent him to the treatment room, and asked the nurse to call other departments to ask the heads of various departments to come down and suture the wound. He then treated the wound himself.

"Doctor, there's no need for that. I'm serious," the patient continued.

"Look at you." Meng Qingfei smiled. "Back then, I had a friend who got injured here."

Meng Qingfei gestured on the patient's face.

"That's what he said too. After the stitches were done, the tear duct was closed, which caused a lot of trouble afterwards. Nowadays, medical specialties are very specialized. Your injury spans three or four departments, so you can't just treat it casually."

"..." The patient hadn't expected it to be this troublesome. He frowned slightly, looking somewhat impatient.

But Meng Qingfei ignored his impatience and began to treat the wound.

"Be careful with facial injuries. Go to a specialist for debridement and suturing, and use cosmetic sutures locally to minimize scarring."

"I don't use cosmetic sutures."

"It won't cost much," Meng Qingfei advised.

"Doctor, I don't need cosmetic sutures, I don't have the money," the patient said firmly, his words carrying an unquestionable tone.

Meng Qingfei frowned slightly. He took a deep sniff, and Ji Xiang knew that Teacher Meng was determining whether the patient had been drinking.

This person... looks a bit strange.

(End of this chapter)