Together With the System to Become a Pharmacist at Once a Doctor
Chapter 21's
The beautiful woman next to him squeezed her forehead; she looked unhappy.
“Excuse me, doctor. I have something to say.” The woman's cold voice interrupted the mass talk.
“Please,” the head of health listens and says with a smile.
“Have you checked for the real Guo Zhenghe disease?” She asked.
“Patients poisoned because there is poison in their blood,” said a doctor.
“What poison?” The middle-aged man next to the woman asked. He was silent when he came in. He was looking into the pile of documents and found that it was a book full of cases and diagnoses, as well as testing data. He lifted his head and asked a question after he heard the answer from the doctor.
“Unknown poison.”
“Unknown?” The woman was surprised. “Have you not cured a patient with a similar case? How can you cure it if you don't know what the poison is? By accident?”
“It ...” The doctors in the hospital are speechless.
“You discussed the transfer of this patient to another hospital first, instead of the reason for poisoning. There is no point in moving the patient to Haiqu City, Qi province or hospital in Jing City when the diagnosis cannot even be found.” The woman was very disappointed with the doctors.
Facing his doubts, many experts in the conference fell silent.
“Friends, there are other questions,” said the middle-aged man next to the woman. “There are two detailed cases. Based on the test results, the young man's illness, Wang Zexiao, was almost the same as Guo Zhenghe. So, that means they were poisoned by the same thing. However, there was something strange in the blood test report for Wang Zexiao. What are the specifications of the abnormal situation? Do you know what really happened?”
“We—we tried to analyze it, but we did not get anything.” The doctor who hosted Wang Zexiao's treatment looked down embarrassed.
“So I suggest you go find this Wang Zexiao and test his blood again and find out. You should also ask about her diet while in the hospital. Maybe he ate something that detoxified the poison. I've also got a list of medications you should prepare.”
The man took out a list with some rare medicine written on it.
“All of these are imported and two of them are not in Haiqu.” City said a doctor as they circulated the list.
“Then prepare the ones present. As for who is not here, you can talk to Dao City and have them prepare. ”
“Oke.”
“Do as we ask and we won't bother you!” The woman stood up as she finished her words and the middle-aged man followed her.
“How idiotic!” the woman said angrily as she walked out.
“Nona, no need to get too angry. There are a lot of stupid things in the health care system. Since Zhenghe was a special person, they would conduct healing with care. However, they will turn a deaf ear to ordinary people,” said the middle-aged man in a low voice.
“Where is moral ethics in medicine?” the woman is rampaging.
“Moral ethics in medicine—it's very rare!” the man sighed.
“Doctors are currently very dishonest!”
“Let's go to Zhenghe,” said the middle-aged man.
Soon, they were in a special ward and there was a young man lying on the bed. His face looked rather green and one could tell that he was seriously ill.
“Zhenghe, Zhenghe?” The woman ran to the bed when she saw him. He held his sister's hand in the hope that she would wake up; however, it didn't work.
“Uncle He, what's his chance of success if he's taken care of by you?” she asked.
“I can treat him if he is someone else, but Zhenghe cannot be treated by Me. There is only one regiment commander's son, so there must be no failure,” the middle-aged man said after hesitating.
The woman did not force him after that.
“Nona, trust me. Although I have no way to wake Zhenghe up right now, I will try my best to stop the damage.”
“Thank you, Uncle Dia.”
…
Several vehicles are parked in the eastern village. Many people got down from the car and followed behind the regional party secretary, Wang Jianli.
“This is it.” Wang Jianli led them to the door of a house.
“Yirong!” Wang Jianli shouted towards the house.
“Ya!” There was a response from behind the door when it opened. A man in his forties walked out. “Party secretary, why did you come to see us?”
“There is something related to you that we need to talk about,” Wang Jianli said.
“Oke.”
The group of people entered the house and Wang Yirong prepared drinks for all of them.
“No need to prepare drinks for us. These are all experts from cities and towns and they only have something to ask you.”
“Ah!” Wang Yirong listened and sat down. He was nervous because he did not know why these experts had come to see him.
They were the doctors who had just finished the conference for Guo Zhenghe.
“Is your son Wang Zexiao?”
“Ah, yes.”
“Ten days ago, he was poisoned, and he was a patient in a hospital in the city, right?”
“Ya.”
“Where is your son now?”
“He works in the city now.”
“Call him back now!” The doctor's voice sounded crazy.
“OK, okay, I'll call him.” Wang Yirong could see that they had something urgent to do. Although they were not very friendly, he did not care and only called his son to come back.
“Is there something wrong with my son?” She was uncomfortable when she completed the call because she recognized that they were doctors treating her son in the hospital.
“There is nothing wrong with him, but there is something we need his help.”
The doctors waited patiently and 20 minutes later, Wang Zexiao returned home. Zexiao's wand is medium-bodied—she's slim, but she looks nice and healthy.
“Daddy, what happened?”
“Yes. That's it!" one of the doctors said excitedly. He had met Wang Zexiao before; he was the chief physician of care for Wang Zexiao. The name of this doctor is Mr. Zhou.
“Quick,” says another doctor.
A doctor removes a medicine box with equipment ready to draw blood.
“What do you do?” Seeing the actions of the doctors, Wang Zexiao and his father were confused.
“We just need to check your body to make sure that you are indeed in good health. Will you come back to the hospital with us?”
“I'm healthy, so no need to check.” Wang Zexiao's attitude shocked the doctors.