Chapter 206: Chapter 203: What Kind of Girl Do You Like_2
"Doctor Zhang, please let’s talk this through. I know it was our fault before, but I promise this time we won’t interfere with the doctor’s treatment."
"As long as my daughter can get well, anything goes. I’ve heard Mr. Zhang is still single. How about this, after my daughter gets better, the two of you..."
Seeing the relative’s ramblings getting more and more outlandish, Zhang Hao immediately called Lin Wan over.
"Nurse Lin, check if there are any hospital beds available. If there are, please arrange for this patient to be admitted."
By skillfully changing the subject, the patient’s family member couldn’t really complain about Zhang Hao.
Accompanying Lin Wan to the ward, the family member started chattering non-stop.
"Nurse, I wanted to ask about your Mr. Zhang, is he really single? What kind of girls does he like?"
This question stumped Lin Wan: "Sorry, I’m not really sure about that, you can ask Mr. Zhang directly."
"Your Mr. Zhang, oh, he’s so fierce, I wouldn’t dare to ask directly. You work together, and you don’t know this?"
Lin Wan didn’t know how to respond and could only make small talk half-heartedly.
After finally getting the person admitted, she hurriedly found an excuse to leave as quickly as possible.
When she got back to the department, she heard Xia Jing crying incessantly.
"Mr. Zhang, I didn’t do anything wrong, so why do you want to dismiss me?"
"I don’t keep idlers in my department, but I’ve noticed that your attention doesn’t seem to be on the patients anymore."
"Since that’s the case, I won’t force you to stay. Go to another department and learn properly."
Chapter 203: What Kind of Girl He Likes
Knowing he had to go to work early today, He Qianhui specifically took out a small bag of soy milk powder from the refrigerator.
She reheated yesterday’s boiled water to fifty degrees and prepared a cup.
Then she spread jam on two slices of bread for him.
"This will have to do for now. Another day I’ll make you something tasty."
"How about tonight? I’ll try to finish work on time this evening." Zhang Hao echoed.
He Qianhui nodded repeatedly, "Also, can you pick up my parcel tonight? I don’t really want to go downstairs."
As Zhang Hao was changing clothes, he asked curiously, "What did you buy again?"
"You’ll know when it gets here. I bought so much I can’t even remember. I’ll send you the pickup code later."
Just after finishing the soy milk and gobbling down the bread, he hurriedly left home.
When he arrived at the hospital, there were still five minutes before the morning meeting, so Zhang Hao wasn’t in a hurry.
He entered the meeting room, seeing everyone else had arrived, and he was the last one.
Picking a random spot to sit, Zhang Hao began to doze off.
The weekly morning meetings never had anything new, simply advising them to treat patients gently and patiently, as the patients were anxious themselves.
If the doctors got anxious as well, the situation wouldn’t be good.
Halfway through the meeting, Zhang Hao suddenly heard his name being called by a leader.
"Zhang Hao! Zhang Hao!"
Zhang Hao sat up slowly and opened his eyes.
"What’s the matter, leader?"
"Nothing serious, but there’s a traditional Chinese medicine competition in the city in the next two days. Do you want to give it a try?"
"I’d rather not, those competitions are not interesting. I’d better stay at the hospital and diagnose more patients."
Zhang Hao didn’t like crowds; on the contrary, he preferred being in the clinic, chatting with everyone.
Or at least, having casual chats with patients.
If the competition was fair, it would be fine, but he was wary of potential scheming, fearing not only that he but other doctors would end up as pace-setters for the pre-decided winner.
If he participated and didn’t achieve a corresponding ranking, it would reflect poorly on his hospital.
"Doctor Zhang, you should participate. With your excellent medical skills, getting a good result would be an indirect promotion for our hospital."
"Moreover, the TCM departments in various hospitals take this competition very seriously."
"They have already started quietly preparing, just waiting for the day to showcase their talent."
No matter how eloquently his colleagues tried to persuade him, Zhang Hao’s heart remained unmoved.
It wasn’t until a hospital leader spoke up, with a hint of pleading in his tone.
It seemed that the leader really hoped Zhang Hao would join the competition and even achieve a certain ranking.
As long as it can make the hospital’s name famous, this hospital would exhaust every effort to make its employees make sacrifices for the company and the hospital.
If they kept up the pressure, Zhang Hao would still be able to resist agreeing.
But seeing the leaders lower themselves, Zhang Hao just couldn’t bear it anymore.
"I knew Zhang Hao would definitely agree. I will arrange for someone to handle this matter. You just need to follow the arrangements when the time comes," he said.
After the meeting ended, Zhang Hao returned to his department, ready to continue working.
Before he could get settled, someone ran in frantically.
However, it was a patient’s relative.
"Director, Mr. Zhang, save a life, please," they pleaded.
Seeing the patient’s family member so anxious, Zhang Hao also became curious about what had happened.
The patient’s family member rushed to Zhang Hao but didn’t mention the patient’s condition at all.
"Where’s the patient? I can’t treat someone who isn’t here," Zhang Hao asked.
"The patient will be here soon. She’s had a chronic problem and has been receiving treatment at another hospital," they explained.
"We heard that your medical skills are better, so we came here. Here are the patient’s previous medical records for you to review," they said.
Zhang Hao looked through the medical records and didn’t find her condition to be particularly severe.
Before he had finished looking at the records, the patient had already been brought in.
She was a young woman aged around twenty-four or twenty-five.
The medical record didn’t show anything too serious, but the patient herself was pale as death, clearly lacking vitality.
Zhang Hao knew at once that the patient’s condition must have worsened during treatment.
The family might not trust the medical standards of that hospital.
They had chosen to switch hospitals mid-treatment, which, of course, was within the family’s rights.
The hospital couldn’t interfere.
Seeing the patient in this state, Zhang Hao spared no effort, first asking where she felt discomfort, then inquiring about her past medical history.
He suspected that the patient had likely not followed medical advice.
When admitting her, Zhang Hao prepared thoroughly, emphasizing repeatedly that being sick was no trivial matter.
If the patient herself didn’t take her health seriously, then it was better not to treat her at all.
Hearing Zhang Hao say this, the patient’s family felt somewhat dissatisfied.
"Mr. Zhang, we specifically came here because we had heard of your excellent medical skills. How can you say such things? A doctor should have the heart of a parent," they protested.
Zhang Hao replied, "Even with a parent’s heart, it’s of no use if the patient doesn’t cooperate with the treatment. If you don’t take your own health seriously, what do you expect us doctors to do?"
The patient’s family member was so rebuffed by Zhang Hao that they were left speechless.
"Let me guess, it’s not that you don’t believe in the abilities of the doctors at the other hospital, it’s that the other hospital has refused to continue providing appropriate treatment. If you don’t tell the truth, I can make a call to verify," Zhang Hao asserted.
As soon as Zhang Hao took out his phone, the patient’s family member hurriedly reached out to stop Doctor Zhang.
"Doctor Zhang, let’s talk this out amicably. I know it was our fault at first, but I assure you we will not interfere with the doctor’s treatment this time," they pleaded.
"As long as it makes my daughter healthy again, anything goes. I’ve heard Mr. Zhang is still single. Maybe after my daughter recovers, you two could..." they suggested.
Seeing the family member’s words becoming more implausible, Zhang Hao immediately called over Lin Wan.
"Nurse Lin, check if there are any hospital beds available. If there are, please arrange for this patient’s admission," he instructed.
Cleverly changing the subject, the patient’s family member couldn’t hold any grievances against Zhang Hao.
Following Nurse Lin to the ward, the family member started chattering away like an open floodgate.
"Nurse, I’m curious about your Mr. Zhang. Does he have a girlfriend? What kind of girl does he like?" they inquired.
Lin Wan was caught off-guard by this question: "Sorry, I’m not really sure about that. You might want to ask Mr. Zhang directly."
"That Mr. Zhang of yours is so fierce, I wouldn’t dare to ask him directly. Don’t you understand these things after working together?" they asked.
Lin Wan didn’t know how to respond and simply made small talk.
After finally admitting the patient and finding an opportunity, she quickly excused herself.
Upon returning to the department, she heard Xia Jing crying incessantly.
"Mr. Zhang, I haven’t done anything wrong. Why are you trying to send me away?" Xia Jing lamented.
"I won’t keep idlers in my department, but I’ve noticed that your focus doesn’t seem to be on caring for the patients anymore," Zhang Hao said.
"Since that’s the case, I won’t force you to stay. Go to another department and learn properly," he concluded.
