Pick a School Flower as Your Wife

Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen

The words fell, and there was silence in the ward, and everyone looked forward with weird faces.

Can you write the word "roll"?

Luo Feng is going to hit Lu Wenhua in the face fiercely.

Lu Wenhua's face changed drastically, she twitched violently, and pointed at Luo Feng with trembling fingers, "You--you--do you dare--"

"Can't write?" Luo Feng's eyes couldn't hide his disappointment. He put down the pen and paper for a while, and couldn't help picking up the pen and paper and handing it over. "The word'climb' is simpler, will you always?"

"Luo Feng!" Lu Wenhua roared, "You, don't deceive people too much."

"Too much deception?" Luo Feng smiled, "It's not as good as your doctor Lu's dedication."

With the words Lu Wenhua just said in front of the hospital bed, Luo Feng recognized his ulterior motives.

Since the other party voluntarily sent him to the door to take the humiliation, I don't mind humiliating him.

As for Lu Wenhua's obviously unassuming threat, Luo Feng didn't take it seriously.

Please security? Do you think the security guard in your hospital is Mo Yuanwu, the world's number one demon?

Luo Feng stepped forward, his eyes surged.

Pedal.

Lu Wenhua couldn't help but stepped back.

After a long time, with a violent shake of his hand, he shouted bluffingly, "You-wait for me."

With all eyes in full view, Lu Wenhua walked out of the ward in desperation.

"Diao Min! It's a bunch of Diao people."

Back at the office, Lu Wenhua was still chattering and cursing. However, he never had the courage to call the security guard of the hospital. After all, the patient in that bed was covered by Director Qu. He didn't dare to blatantly confront Director Qu. What's more, his one-month bonus is gone, but I don’t want to. Even the salary will be deducted.

I can only vent from my mouth and curse continuously.

There are three desks in the office. Jiang Xiaoxue is at the innermost. There is a middle-aged female doctor in front of him. Lu Wenhua is closest to the door. A group of three, with Jiang Xiaoxue as the main doctor. This is the grouping system of this hospital.

Jiang Xiaoxue finally couldn't help but frowned, "Doctor Lu, that's enough."

"What's enough. Doctor Jiang, you don't know, that's a bunch of spooky people." Lu Wenhua said frustratedly, "I kindly went to inform them of the patient's condition. I didn't feel grateful for me, but I even murmured at me. It is insulting to want to do it! It deserves them to have suffered, huh, within three days, if they don’t decide to have the operation, the patient is dead. Deserve it!"

"Doctor Lu!" Jiang Xiaoxue's tone became severe, and she stared at Lu Wenhua coldly, and said word by word, "Please pay attention to your words. You are a doctor, and you should be responsible for every patient. Rather than cursing a certain patient in the office, this is not the professionalism that a doctor should have."

Lu Wenhua curled his lips, "What kind of professional qualities do you tell these unsophisticated people?"

Jiang Xiaoxue frowned, her mouth opened, and she didn't bother to say anything. Jiang Xiaoxue had already understood Lu Wenhua's disposition for so long in the department, and she was extremely narrow-minded.

However, after Jiang Xiaoxue's scolding, Lu Wenhua was quiet a lot.

Although Jiang Xiaoxue is much younger than him, Jiang Xiaoxue's medical skills are recognized by the entire hospital as superb, and she is still a big beauty. She can be an assistant under her, but it is a beautiful job.

Lu Wenhua didn't want to let Jiang Xiaoxue complain to herself because of a few unsophisticated people, losing this beautiful job.

Time passed by every minute.

Jiang Xiaoxue sat after finishing some work, stretched her waist, and picked up Tang Dal's MRI image and looked at it. At the same time, she was lost in thought. At present, among the patients she is in charge of, Tang Dal is the only one. The situation is the most serious.

"If your father is there, you must have a greater certainty with acupuncture." Jiang Xiaoxue muttered to herself, while thinking about what he would do if his father was there? Every time Jiang Xiaoxue encounters a difficult problem, she will seriously think over and over again, hoping to come up with the most complete set of treatment plans.

"Apart from craniotomy, is there any other way?" Jiang Xiaoxue suddenly had such a thought in her mind.

This was just raised by Na Luo Feng, and Jiang Xiaoxue denied it on the spot.

"No operation, acupuncture and moxibustion are the mainstay, supplemented by drugs-no, no, the patient's condition is a little urgent, and the slow adjustment method is useless at all." Jiang Xiaoxue shook his head and stopped considering other methods.

When it was about to get off work in the afternoon, Jiang Xiaoxue went to the ward again.

Before I got closer, I smelled a pungent smell of Chinese medicine.

"How come there is Chinese medicine?" Jiang Xiaoxue frowned and quickened her pace. The patients in this ward are all responsible for her, and she did not prescribe Chinese medicine to the patients.

The door opened.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Xiaoxue's expression changed, and she strode past.

At this time, on the hospital bed, Tang Dechang was holding a bowl of dark Chinese herbal soup and feeding it bite by bite with a spoon.

Jiang Xiaoxue's voice was abrupt, and Tang Dechang's movements could not help but pause.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Xiaoxue looked at Luo Feng with a black face.

Luo Feng has a faint sadness.

Does he look like a troublemaker?

It was Tang Dechang who was obviously holding the bowl, and Tang Dechang was the one who fed Tang Dal and took the medicine. What-Dr. Jiang was speaking at himself? It seems to have known that this medicinal soup was made by myself.

"Cough." Luo Feng nodded calmly, and smiled, "Doctor Jiang hasn't got off work yet."

After seeing Tang Daler at noon, Luo Feng returned to school and wrote down a prescription. After school in the afternoon, after hurriedly sending Zheng Wei home, he declined Zheng Haitian’s intention to keep him for dinner, and hurried to the pharmacy to buy medicine. Then came to the hospital’s Chinese medicine department to rent a stove to boil this bowl of soup.

I thought Jiang Xiaoxue would have gone back from get off work a long time ago, but she didn't think people were as good as the sky, so she was caught upright.

"Who prescribed the Chinese medicine for the patient?" Jiang Xiaoxue's face was dark, her eyes full of anger.

This is a doctor's taboo!

My own patients, in the process of receiving their own treatment, went to take the medicine prescribed by other doctors, this is undoubtedly disrespect for themselves!

"I told you about the condition of Tang Da'er patient. At this time, you can't take medicine randomly." Jiang Xiaoxue said angrily.

Tang Dechang looked at Luo Feng with embarrassment.

It really is you!

Jiang Xiaoxue stared at Luo Feng angrily.

As soon as she walked in and saw this scene, she subconsciously thought that Luo Feng was playing a ghost, and now it seems that it is so.

"This medicine, you can't take it." Jiang Xiaoxue zhensheng said, "Also, which doctor prescribed it, and show me the specific prescription." Jiang Xiaoxue's words were angry and anxious.

On the one hand, it was angry that Luo Feng and others made their own claims, and on the other hand, they were worried that Tang Daer's situation had deteriorated.

Luo Feng looked in his eyes.

This beautiful doctor Jiang, although fierce, she has medical ethics.

Luo Feng also heard Tang Dal's account of his being taken to the hospital. If it hadn't been for Jiang Xiaoxue's decision to get him into the ambulance, he would have been dead in the alley.

"Doctor Jiang, don't be irritable." Luo Feng smiled slightly and said, "This is a traditional Chinese medicine soup from my ancestors. It is a soup that nourishes the skin and nourishes the kidney. It tastes good. Right, big ears."

Tang Dal grinned, "It's a bit sweet."