Knowing that he had to go into work earlier today, He Qianhui took out a small packet of soy milk powder from the refrigerator.
She reheated the water boiled yesterday to fifty degrees and brewed a cup.
She also took out two slices of bread and spread so jam on them for him.
"Just make do with this al for now, I’ll make you sothing tasty another day."
"Let’s make it tonight, I’ll strive to finish work on ti tonight," Zhang Hao chid in.
He Qianhui nodded repeatedly, "And tonight, can you help bring the parcel back? I don’t really want to go downstairs."
As Zhang Hao was getting dressed, he asked curiously, "What did you buy this ti?"
"You’ll find out when I get it. I bought so much I can’t rember everything. I’ll send you the pickup code later."
Having just finished the soy milk, he ate the bread in a few quick bites and hurried out of the house.
When he arrived at the hospital, there were still five minutes until the morning eting started, so Zhang Hao was not in a rush.
He entered the conference room, saw that everyone else was already there, and he was the last one.
He casually found a seat and began to doze off.
The weekly morning etings never had anything new, always teaching them to be as gentle as possible when dealing with patients,
to be patient, after all, the patients who are sick are in a hurry themselves.
If the doctor also gets anxious, then the situation won’t be good.
In the middle of the eting, Zhang Hao suddenly heard a leader calling his na.
"Zhang Hao, Zhang Hao!"
Zhang Hao sat up in his seat, slowly opening his eyes.
"What’s the matter, leader?"
"Nothing serious, but there is a traditional Chinese dicine competition in our city these next two days. Do you want to give it a try?"
"I’ll pass. Those competitions are not very interesting, better to stay at the hospital and diagnose more patients."
Zhang Hao didn’t like the bustle; on the contrary, he preferred chatting in the consultation room.
At the very least, he could engage in so small talk with the patients.
If the competition was fair, it wouldn’t be a problem, but he feared insider arrangents, where not just him but also other doctors would end up being re foils for the predetermined winner.
Participating without achieving a respectable place would only tarnish the hospital’s reputation.
"Doctor Zhang, you should participate. With your excellent dical skills, you can get a good result in the competition, which could be a form of indirect promotion for our hospital."
"And the traditional Chinese dicine departnts in all major hospitals take this competition very seriously."
"Preparations have already subtly begun, and everyone is waiting for the day to showcase their abilities."
Despite the coworkers’ grand claims, Zhang Hao remained unmoved.
It was not until a leader spoke up with a tinge of pleading in his tone.
It seed the leadership really wanted Zhang Hao to participate and even achieve so ranking in the competition.
If it would renown the hospital, they would rack their brains to get employees to make sacrifices for the company and hospital.
Zhang Hao could have hardened his heart and refused, but seeing the leader lower himself, he could not bear it.
"I knew Zhang Hao would agree. I’ll arrange for soone to take care of it. When the ti cos, you can just follow the instructions."
After the eting ended, Zhang Hao returned to his departnt, ready to resu work.
But before he had even settled into his seat, soone rushed in frantically.
It was a patient’s family mber.
"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang, save us!"
Seeing how anxious the family mber was, Zhang Hao also wondered what had happened.
The family mber hurried up to Zhang Hao, yet didn’t say a word about the patient’s condition.
"Where is the patient? If the patient doesn’t co, who am I supposed to treat?" Zhang Hao asked.
"The patient will be here soon; she has a chronic condition and was previously treated at another hospital."
"We heard about your better dical skills, so we ca here. This is the patient’s previous dical record; take a look."
Zhang Hao looked over the dical records but didn’t find her condition to be particularly severe.
Before he was finished reviewing the files, the patient had already been brought in.
She was a young woman in her mid-twenties.
The records didn’t show her condition to be serious, but the patient herself was pale as death, without a hint of vitality.
Zhang Hao knew sothing must have worsened in the course of treatnt.
Perhaps the family didn’t trust the dical level of the hospital they were previously using.
That’s why they chose to change to a different hospital for treatnt mid-way, which of course was their right.
And the hospital could not interfere.
Seeing the patient look like this, Zhang Hao spared no effort. He first asked where she felt discomfort, then inquired about her dical history.
He sensed that the patient was very likely non-compliant.
When admitting her, Zhang Hao also made preparations, repeatedly emphasizing that being ill is no joking matter.
If the patient herself doesn’t take it seriously, then it’s better not to seek treatnt at all.
Hearing Zhang Hao say this, the patient’s family mber felt sowhat dissatisfied.
"Mr. Zhang, we specifically ca here because we’ve heard about your great dical skills. How can you say such things? A doctor’s heart should be parental."
Zhang Hao replied, "No matter how parental a doctor’s heart is, if your patient doesn’t cooperate with treatnt, if you yourselves don’t take your health seriously, what do you expect us doctors to do?"
The family mber had nothing to say in return to Zhang Hao’s rebuke.
"Let guess, it’s not that you didn’t trust the doctors at that hospital, but rather that they refused to continue providing treatnt. If you don’t tell the truth, I can make a call to confirm."
Zhang Hao had just taken out his phone when the patient’s family mber hurriedly reached out to stop Doctor Zhang.
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