Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Chapter 240 Old Chinese Medicine Doctor

"Then do you want to eat more?" Lin Feng stopped opening the lunch box and looked at Zhang Yan apologetically.

Zhang Yan thought it was nice to tease this person occasionally, and it turned out that he could make some other expressions.

"I'm not going to eat anymore. I have to go to Director Chen to get scolded later. I'm afraid I'll vomit if I eat too much." Zhang Yan clapped his hands. His palms were sweaty.

Aunt Liu had too much breakfast for Lin Feng, so Lin Feng picked out a few and prepared to send them to Director Shao. He had just gotten off the operating table and probably hadn't eaten yet. I wonder if he couldn't stop and went to make rounds again.

As expected, Lin Feng guessed correctly, there was no one in Director Shao's office.

When he went to the ward, he was always successful in catching the patient. Director Shao put on a white coat over his surgical gown and started making rounds.

There is no way. This surgical gown is too torn. It is easy to expose myself if I don’t wear a white coat.

Lin Feng was waiting for Director Shao at the door of the ward. "Director Shao, Zhang Yan has come to the rehabilitation department for training. He also brought you breakfast. Remember to eat it and go to the outpatient clinic after you are full."

Director Shao nodded at Lin Feng, then waved his hand, signaling him to go back and rest.

Lin Feng suddenly felt that the pace of returning home was too heavy. He used to work the night shift in the outpatient department and the emergency department. It was tiring, but fulfilling. It felt like a half-hour rest was equivalent to half a day's work.

But now what?

I was in a daze in the inpatient department. My only use was to follow Director Shao on the operating table. I couldn't go back to the outpatient department.

Zhang Yan noticed that Lin Feng was in a bad mood after he came back from delivering breakfast.

Zhang Yan originally thought that Lin Feng was depressed because he failed to save the little girl, but later he found out that it was not the case. He seemed to be in a state of confusion.

When Lin Feng passed by him, Zhang Yan pulled the corner of Lin Feng's clothes.

"Zi la..."

A strip of cloth hung down.

"Ah... I didn't mean to... Huh? The quality of the clothes in your hospital is so poor, they are so tattered!"

Zhang Yan would never admit that he accidentally used too much force.

Lin Feng just lowered his head to look at the corner of his clothes and said, "It's okay. It was rotten to begin with."

Lin Feng, in tattered clothes and with messy hair, sat there eating breakfast silently. The halo of loss was infinitely magnified, enveloping him.

"Hey? What is this? Why haven't I seen it before?" Zhang Yan seemed to have just regained his sight, but of course he had also lost his memory.

Lin Feng saw Zhang Yan pointing at the fried dumplings, "Fried dumplings, what, didn't you eat them this morning? They're delicious."

"I didn't get to eat any of it..." Zhang Yan stared at the dozen or so fried dumplings.

"Okay, here you go." Lin Feng immediately picked up a fried dumpling and gave it to Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan personally supervised Lin Feng to finish his breakfast, then he felt relieved and started to order people around.

"Push me upstairs to the rehabilitation department. Director Chen should have finished his rounds."

"Wait for me, I'll change my clothes."

Lin Feng changed into a white coat and pushed Zhang Yan out. Zhang Yan didn't know why Lin Feng was so depressed. He just wanted Lin Feng to not be trapped by that emotion and wanted to release him.

"Hey... stop... Lin Feng, are you too sleepy? This is not the way to the rehabilitation department..." Zhang Yan suddenly worried about his own life. What if this man was still asleep and pushed him down the stairs?

"I'll take you to see Director Deng, and we'll go to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine." Lin Feng's eyes were very clear, without any sign of sleepiness.

Lin Feng scanned a QR code on his phone on the number-calling machine and got a number. He took Zhang Yan to sit aside and wait, without cutting in line just because he was wearing a white coat.

Zhang Yan was stunned. Technology is so advanced now? How come you don't have to go to the counter to pay for registration? You can just swipe your phone and your number will be called directly. This is more advanced than the bank's number calling system.

This is not Zhang Yan’s fault. He has not been to the hospital in the past few years. Even if he is sick, he asks the food delivery rider to run errands to the pharmacy to buy medicine for him.

Compared to operating the hospital registration system on a mobile phone, Zhang Yan is more proficient in operating the food delivery platform APP.

"The world really is constantly developing." Zhang Yan sighed silently in his heart.

What Zhang Yan didn’t know was that when Lin Feng got him the access card last time, he had bound his medical insurance account to his own name, and their relationship was “family”.

I told Zhang Yan about it at that time, but Lin Feng didn't know whether Zhang Yan heard it or not.

Because the number had been called, Zhang Yan's number was called soon. Lin Feng, wearing a white coat, pushed Zhang Yan in and then prepared to turn around and leave.

"Xiao Lin, right? You can stay. I believe Zhang Yan won't mind." Director Deng looked at the name on the call list with difficulty while wearing reading glasses.

"I don't mind." Zhang Yan felt that Lin Feng did not need to avoid him. At least in this hospital, Lin Feng was his attending physician, and there was nothing he couldn't let Lin Feng know.

Lin Feng looked at Director Deng in confusion. He knew his name.

"I'm not blind. I can use the Internet and attend meetings in the hospital." Director Deng pointed at the work ID card on Lin Feng's white coat with his reading glasses.

Lin Feng nodded obediently and stood aside to study.

"Put your hands up."

Zhang Yan obediently placed his hand on the small pillow.

Director Deng felt the patient's pulse for a while and said, "Change to the other hand."

Although Zhang Yan didn't understand, he just did what Director Deng said.

It is said that men use the left hand and women use the right hand, so why does he have to look at both hands when taking the pulse?

"Don't let your mind wander. You're just worrying too much. Don't drink cold drinks in the future. Keep warm. Don't eat anything else. Just eat three meals a day normally."

Zhang Yan kept nodding, regardless of whether he understood or not.

"I'll prescribe some medicine for your injury, some for drinking and some for applying on the skin. Do you know how to cook Chinese medicine? It's okay, Xiaolin, I'll definitely be able to do it." Director Deng asked the assistant beside him to prescribe the medicine.

"Director Deng, please prescribe some granules for him. He sometimes has to go on business trips and it would be inconvenient for him." Lin Feng put forward some ideas in a timely manner.

"Okay, Xiao Kong, you can change the solution for him. He is not short of money anyway."

After the prescription was written, Lin Feng immediately paid the bill on his phone, put away his phone, took the prescription, and prepared to push Zhang Yan to the Chinese medicine pharmacy to get the medicine.

"Don't go. Now that you're here, Xiaolin, come and take my pulse too." Of course Lin Feng agreed. This was a deal where one person spent money and two enjoyed it.

It is very difficult to get an appointment with Director Deng, so Lin Feng certainly cannot miss such a good opportunity.

"Xiao Kong, come and show Xiao Lin."

Got it!

It was a false alarm. Lin Feng thought that he really didn't have that kind of luck. The medical staff in this hospital could not escape the treatment of being a training ground for interns.

I hope Director Deng’s apprentice can be more reliable.