The little nurse wanted to have a chat with Wu Mian, but she blushed just after she said two words.


    Wu Mian just gently chatted with her without a word. The double thread was opened. What he thought was Sui Wenyuan''s constipation.


    If there are similar patients, they will certainly do better, especially the final spray, which seems to be avoided.


    The dry stool has come out. At that time, the effect will be better if it is blocked with sterile sheet. As for Dr. Yang Lei, Dr. Yang is sprayed all over his head and face.


    Wu Mian summed up the pros and cons. Wei Dabao came back to say hello, put on his clothes and began to clean the disposal room.


    There are not many patients in bajingzi traditional Chinese medicine hospital. Wu Mian sits cross legged in the consulting room and looks out the window. It''s going to snow. Laogua mountain after snow should be beautiful. Wu Mian has a little expectation in his heart.


    There are not many patients in traditional Chinese medicine hospital, but they can''t leave their posts in emergency. This is an instinct engraved in Wu Mian''s bone marrow and blood.


    Half an hour later, two people came in.


    "Doctor, my wife has a stomachache," said the man.


    He took a look and saw that Wu Mian didn''t wear a badge on his chest. He also saw that he was young and the muscles on his face twitched.


    "Can you sit?" Wu Mian asked, looking at the sick woman.


    "Yes." the woman''s body was a little stiff. She didn''t dare to do a little bigger. She went to the chair next to Wu Mian, tested twice and sat down slowly.


    "How many days have it hurt?" asked Wu Mian gently.


    "Two days."


    "Any nausea or vomiting?"


    "No, I just don''t dare to touch it. It hurts when I touch it. I think it''s appendicitis," the woman said.


    Wu Mian asked about his medical history for two minutes, and then said, "lie on the sickbed and head against the window."


    The man held the woman up and came to the clinic rigidly step by step.


    "Doctor, are you an intern, and your teacher?" the man asked a little unhappily, but he still maintained the most basic politeness.


    "No." Wu Mian smiled. He was mistaken for too many interns and didn''t care. Hearing the man say so, Wu Mian just replied with a smile.


    "Then why haven''t I seen you? Where''s your badge?" the man asked.


    The question was too direct. The woman put her elbow on the man''s stomach. The woman gave a "ouch" to the pain that affected her stomach.


    The man no longer tangled with Wu Mian''s identity. He quickly helped her sit on the clinic bed. It took half a minute for the woman''s abdominal pain to get better.


    Wu Mian was not in a hurry. He stood by the bed, rubbing his hands hard, trying to raise the temperature of his hands to avoid discomfort caused by temperature difference.


    When the patient lay down, Wu Mian extended his right arm to his knee and gently bent the woman''s leg, "his hand is still a little cold. The heating in the hospital is not good. How''s your home?"


    While asking, Wu Mian''s hand fell on the woman''s stomach.


    "My family is OK. I went to the property to make trouble when it was lower than 22 degrees. The highest was only 18 degrees last year. Hundreds of us blocked the door of the property company and tossed for two or three days." the woman nagged, "these gang of profiteers collect the heating fee and don''t give good heating. If they don''t make trouble, they don''t give gas and deceive honest people."


    "It''s ok if it''s 22 degrees, and the hospital estimates that it''s this temperature." Wu Mian pressed the woman''s upper abdomen without pain. His hand gradually walked downstream, gently pressed it every few centimeters, and his eyes observed the woman''s expression.


    "The hospital should be warmer. My neighbor caught a cold a few days ago and came to the traditional Chinese medicine hospital for some drops. It''s too cold. The colder it gets, the colder it gets. Little doctor, don''t you pay the heating bill? Why... Ouch ~ ~"


    Wu Mian pressed to the right umbilical side next to the rectus abdominis, and finally found the location of the pain.


    "Here it is! It hurts badly!" said the woman.


    "Here?"


    "Here?"


    Wu Mian changed several positions, and then his hand fell to the original place. He didn''t exert too much force, but touched it gently.


    The man was unhappy and stared at Wu Mian and asked, "have you finished the investigation? If you show your belly, what if you catch a cold?"


    "Finished." Wu Mian smiled, pulled down the woman''s clothes, blocked her stomach, and turned to wash her hands.


    "Take blood and do a CT," Wu Mian said.


    "CT? What are you doing with that?" the man said with a little anger.


    "I suspect it''s not appendicitis. I need to check it out." Wu Mian answered the questions of the patient''s family while washing his hands in six steps.


    "Do you understand, periumbilical pain, not appendicitis, what else can it be?"


    "Emmm." Wu Mian pondered and then said with a smile, "go and check it first. We can''t make a definite diagnosis for the time being."


    With that, Wu Mian had finished writing out the list and handed it to the man.


    "Have a stomachache and do CT, you are poor and crazy..."


    The woman had sat up, pulled the man''s sleeve, motioned to be quiet, then thanked him and left the clinic.


    "What are you pulling me for?" the man lowered his voice and said angrily.


    "What are you playing in the hospital?" the woman said unhappily. "Just do what the doctor asks. Are you a doctor or someone else? If you can see clearly, what are we doing in the hospital."


    "The little doctor looks young and farts! Wait, I''ll call."


    "Who are you calling?"


    "Director Han of the municipal hospital." the man said, "I said that the traditional Chinese medicine hospital is unreliable. You still have to come."


    "It''s like you know."


    "When I was drinking, director Han said that I had a stomachache, especially appendicitis. I had to do a B-ultrasound at most. He said he would do a CT..."


    The man picked up his cell phone as he spoke.


    When the phone was connected, a smile appeared on his face.


    "Director Han, hello."


    "Yes, I''m Xiao Liu. We drank together the other day."


    "My wife has a stomachache and her right lower abdomen. In bajingzi traditional Chinese medicine hospital, the doctor asked my wife to check a CT."


    The other side of the phone was stunned. There was no sound for a few seconds.


    The man looked at the woman proudly. His judgment must be right. The little intern didn''t understand anything at all.


    "Is your lover sure it''s right lower abdomen pain?" director Han asked on the phone.


    "Yes, last time I heard you say it''s necessary to do B-ultrasound to check gynecological diseases." the man said, "I don''t think it''s reliable, so I called for advice."


    "Oh, there are also people who do CT." director Han said gently, "although there are not many, for example, there are fecal blocks blocking the appendix, CT can see very clearly."


    The man turned his mouth. He could tell that director Han was covering.


    Even if there is a misdiagnosis between doctors, other doctors should try their best to help to say something, so as not to make the doctor-patient dispute more acute. After all, they are all peers. Who hasn''t been misdiagnosed yet.


    "Well, what you said is not clear. I''ll call them to ask about the situation." director Han said in a deep voice.


    "I''ll trouble you," said the man.


    Hang up, director Han called 114, asked the emergency department of bajingzi traditional Chinese medicine hospital, and then called.


    "This is Han Quinn from the general surgery department of the municipal hospital. Whose night shift are you on tonight?"