Chapter 7 Consultation
Zhao Xiaotao happily returned to her duty room, and saw several nurses gathered together chatting about something.

She came closer and said to one of the thin girls, "Xiao Ping, where are today's snacks?"

The girl named Xiao Ping was about 18 or 19 years old, with short hair and a tall and thin figure. Upon hearing this, she said sourly, "Oh, our Xiao Tao went to help Doctor Wang get water again."

Although he said this, his hands moved quickly and he took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket and handed them to Zhao Xiaotao.

The other nurses also looked at Zhao Xiaotao with envy. They also wanted to talk to Wang Mengde every day. Unfortunately, they all lost the bet at the beginning of the year.

"Humph, who told you to make a bet last time that the people coming from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine would be all old men with white beards, and there might be young and handsome guys in other departments."

Zhao Xiaotao said with a proud look on her face, then took the melon seeds unceremoniously and put them carefully in her pocket, because she won them.

At the beginning of the year, when they learned that a group of new doctors were coming to the steel mill workers' hospital, several nurses chatted together and discussed whether there would be any good-looking young male doctors among the group.

Finally, they talked about Traditional Chinese Medicine. Everyone else agreed that all the people in that department must be older. Only she, for some unknown reason, expressed a different opinion and even made a bet with everyone.

In fact, she began to regret it after making the bet.

But there was no other way. In order to save face and not lose the battle, I had to keep up a tough talk. On the day when these doctors joined the company, I found an excuse to go to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department for a round of inspection.

Unexpectedly, in the end, she won, and she also got to know Wang Mengde naturally.

"Xiao Tao, Dr. Wang is so outstanding, you should not fall into it."

A slightly older nurse nearby saw Zhao Xiaotao's look and interrupted her interest reluctantly.

The other young nurses also stopped playing and looked at her.

"Hi, Sister Li, I knew this the first day I met him, and I never had any other thoughts. I just felt that seeing someone as handsome as Dr. Wang every day would make me feel good all day long."

Zhao Xiaotao said with a nonchalant smile, revealing her two little fangs.

In the consulting room.

Zhang Hanhua smiled and picked up the teacup on the table with satisfaction. He took a sip and then said to Wang Mengde, "Mengde, it's almost time. Go outside and call the number."

Zhang Hanhua is less than 40 years old this year. He used to be a doctor in a private pharmacy. At the beginning of the year, the steel rolling mill workers' hospital was recruiting people, so he resigned from his employer and came here.

Wang Mengde agreed, then quickly got up, opened the door, went to the corridor and started calling out numbers.

The first person in line was a man in his thirties, wearing work clothes. He kept hunching his body and coughing from time to time.

After the patient sat on the chair, Zhang Hanhua was about to start the consultation when he saw Wang Mengde standing beside him in a proper manner. He changed his mind in an instant: "Xiao Wang, come and take a look at this patient's condition first."

He had a particularly good impression of Wang Mengde, who was not only studious and motivated, but also quick to understand and often able to draw inferences from one example. He could be described as a rough diamond.

She treated him with great respect on weekdays. She would come to the clinic early every day, clean the room, and make him a cup of hot tea.

He doesn't mind giving more support to young people like this.

"Yes, Doctor Zhang." Wang Mengde did not refuse. He was eager for the opportunity to get started. After he came to the desk opposite and finished, he motioned the patient to turn around and began to ask questions carefully.

While asking questions, I was mentally analyzing what the patient said, extracting useful information, and also looking at his tongue coating.

After a few minutes, he had a rough idea in his mind. To further confirm, he took the patient's pulse again. The pulse condition was exactly the same as his previous judgment.

Clearing his throat, Wang Mengde said confidently: “Doctor Zhang, through the patient’s self-report and observation, he has severe fever (fear of cold, mild fever), headache without sweating, clear nasal discharge, and cough with thin white sputum.

At the same time, the tongue coating was thin and white, and when taking the pulse, it was found to be floating and tight. Comprehensively speaking, the preliminary diagnosis was wind-cold (cold).”

Zhang Hanhua listened expressionlessly. He had roughly guessed the cause of the disease from the patient's words, and the result was exactly the same as what Wang Mengde said.

He took the patient's pulse again, looked at his tongue coating, and then asked Wang Mengde:
“What medication should I use next?”

"Doctor Zhang, wind-cold can be treated with pungent and warm herbs to relieve the exterior symptoms and dissipate the lungs and cold. The prescriptions that can be used include: Schizonepeta, Saposhnikovia, Perilla, Angelica dahurica, Tangerine peel, Poria, Shenqu, Apricot kernel, ginger, and scallion." Wang Mengde said without hesitation.

These are the most basic things for him. Even though he has never been to medical school, with so many years of accumulation and his father's guidance, his current knowledge reserves and practical abilities are much higher than those of freshly graduated medical students.

Zhang Hanhua secretly praised in his heart, and said lightly: "Okay, let's prescribe this."

Upon hearing this, Wang Mengde picked up a pen and began to write the prescription.

Thanks to the original owner's hard practice since childhood, his handwriting is so smooth and powerful that it can be seen through the paper.

After sending this patient away, he went to the corridor to call the second number.

Since the workers' hospital not only serves the employees in the factory, but also their family members, who come here for medical treatment, the two people worked non-stop in the clinic all morning and were busy until almost twelve o'clock before they sent the last patient away.

After taking a big sip of tea, Zhang Hanhua stretched himself, then looked at the sky through the window and said with a tired face, "Xiao Wang, you've been busy all morning. Take a break and prepare to go to the cafeteria for dinner."

Although Wang Mengde was mostly in charge of the diagnosis and prescription just now, he was still a little worried and kept a close watch. After all, it was a matter of life and death, and he dared not be careless.

"Okay, Doctor Zhang."

He agreed verbally, but he did not really take a break. Instead, he took the opportunity to organize the case records and prescriptions he had just written, as they would be archived later.

At twelve o'clock, the bell for the end of work rang. Wang Mengde picked up the aluminum lunch box, said hello to Zhang Hanhua, and went out to the cafeteria.

He had seen more than twenty patients in the morning, and he was fully focused on this, which consumed a lot of energy. In addition, he had no oil in his stomach, so he got hungry very quickly. Now he was starving.

He hurried to the cafeteria and searched his pockets, but couldn't find his meal ticket. After thinking for a while, he patted his forehead and realized that his meal ticket had been used up last Saturday.

The meal window in the steel mill canteen does not accept cash. You need to take your money to the window next door to exchange it for a meal ticket.

By the time we exchanged our meal tickets, there was already a very long line to get our meals.

(End of this chapter)