Chapter 205: Chapter 203: What Kind of Girl Do You Like
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 some jam on them for him.
"Just make do with this meal for now, I’ll make you something tasty another day."
"Let’s make it tonight, I’ll strive to finish work on time tonight," Zhang Hao chimed in.
He Qianhui nodded repeatedly, "And tonight, can you help me 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 time?"
"You’ll find out when I get it. I bought so much I can’t remember 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 meeting 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 meetings 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 meeting, Zhang Hao suddenly heard a leader calling his name.
"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 medicine 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 some small talk with the patients.
If the competition was fair, it wouldn’t be a problem, but he feared insider arrangements, where not just him but also other doctors would end up being mere 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 medical 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 medicine departments 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 seemed the leadership really wanted Zhang Hao to participate and even achieve some 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 someone to take care of it. When the time comes, you can just follow the instructions."
After the meeting ended, Zhang Hao returned to his department, ready to resume work.
But before he had even settled into his seat, someone rushed in frantically.
It was a patient’s family member.
"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang, save us!"
Seeing how anxious the family member was, Zhang Hao also wondered what had happened.
The family member 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 come, 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 medical skills, so we came here. This is the patient’s previous medical record; take a look."
Zhang Hao looked over the medical 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 something must have worsened in the course of treatment.
Perhaps the family didn’t trust the medical level of the hospital they were previously using.
That’s why they chose to change to a different hospital for treatment 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 medical 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 treatment at all.
Hearing Zhang Hao say this, the patient’s family member felt somewhat dissatisfied.
"Mr. Zhang, we specifically came here because we’ve heard about your great medical 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 treatment, if you yourselves don’t take your health seriously, what do you expect us doctors to do?"
The family member had nothing to say in return to Zhang Hao’s rebuke.
"Let me guess, it’s not that you didn’t trust the doctors at that hospital, but rather that they refused to continue providing treatment. 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 member hurriedly reached out to stop Doctor Zhang.
