belated antidote

Chapter 22 Chuanxiong

The phone ringing instead of the alarm clock first pulled Qi Dongqing out of the edge of the dream. He rubbed his heavy eyelids and looked at the screen, and found that it was the parent of a small patient who often came to see the doctor.

"Hello? Doctor Qi, I'm Little Pudding's mother, I'm sorry to disturb you so early." The female voice on the other end of the phone sounded anxious and tired, and there was another person pacing back and forth vaguely, "I want to ask Can I make an appointment at the outpatient clinic this morning?"

Qi Dongqing touched the laptop from the end of the bed, logged into the system and confirmed that the appointment for the little pudding was originally this afternoon, and the result of the initial telephone consultation showed a cough and low fever.

"It's okay, don't bother." Considering his child's history of mild asthma, he was a little worried about whether his condition had suddenly worsened. "Is there something wrong with Little Pudding?"

Little Pudding's mother was a little vague when she spoke, as if she was caring for someone's wink: "The child is doing well, but he can't leave because of something at home in the afternoon. Do you think it is convenient for me to come over later when the clinic is open?"

The phone was mixed with the child's suppressed sobbing and someone's impatient pacing. Qi Dongqing noticed that the atmosphere was a bit subtle, and frowned slightly: "You can bring the child here now, don't wait for the consultation."

Little Pudding's mother's tone instantly relaxed, and she thanked her repeatedly: "Thank you Doctor Qi, we will arrive around eight o'clock."

After hanging up the phone, Qi Dongqing realized that it was only [-]:[-]. He shuffled to the bathroom to wash up, and was startled by the haggard figure in the mirror as expected.The bird's nest head with a somewhat abstract style and the swollen eyeballs like foam gelatin all complain of the fatigue caused by lack of sleep.

In order not to scare others, Qi Dongqing could only take out a box of fresh milk from the refrigerator and apply it on her eyelids. The cold packaging awakened the sleeping skin, and the swelling gradually subsided under the stimulation of the temperature.

Qi Dongqing, who went to the Yuanxiang Room to sit down, thought with some regret that he wanted to hear Zhong Huaiyuan's evaluation of his soup, but it's a pity that he couldn't pick him up from the evening shift today.Love always has to make concessions for bread, after all, who would have trouble with business?

What's more, Qi Dongqing is still facing the future flowers of the motherland. If he can cure the illnesses that plagued the little angels earlier, he is willing to sacrifice some of his life.

Little Pudding was brought in by her mother. She is three years old, and she is lying sickly in her mother's arms, with a fever-reducing patch on her forehead, with a sleepy look on her face.Little Pudding's mother is carrying a bulging canvas bag, her hands are not idle, and she still gives her daughter comforting pats from time to time.

"Sit down quickly." Qi Dongqing hurried up to help take her canvas bag, lightening her burden.

Little Pudding's mother sat down, patted the child's cheek lightly, and said softly: "Baby wake up, brother doctor wants to see you."

Little Pudding was very obedient, opened his eyes without crying, and sat on his mother's lap cooperatively.She recognized the gentle and beautiful doctor brother in front of her, and after a few seconds, she immediately showed a sweet smile.

Qi Dongqing was moved by this pure innocence, and praised: "Little Pudding is so good."

Suddenly there were some noises outside the door. A man seemed to be on the phone. The deliberately low voice was full of uncontrollable irritability, and it stopped abruptly when he approached the door of the consulting room.The next second, a man in a suit and leather shoes pushed the door in, but his expression was far less good-looking than his clothes.

In the slightly embarrassed expression of Little Pudding's mother, Qi Dongqing heard the man say, "Have you seen it? How is it?"

"The child has just woken up. I'll check it now. Please be safe." Little Pudding was always accompanied by his mother before. This was the first time Qi Dongqing saw the child's father, but his first impression was not very good.

It will take some time for a set of procedures to be completed. Qi Dongqing was quietly feeling the pulse of the little pudding, but felt the unfriendly scrutiny of the child's father for no reason.He is very clear about that look, which is a misunderstanding and distrust of the medicine of the motherland.

Qi Dongqing turned a blind eye, and after seeing the condition of the child's throat, she touched her small head encouragingly, and asked as usual: "Did the nurse take the temperature at the front desk just now?"

Little Pudding's mother quickly replied: "I measured it, and it's 37 degrees nine. I've had a low-grade fever since yesterday, but it didn't exceed 38 degrees five."

"Does it have to wait until the child's fever reaches 39 degrees to call it serious?" The child's father finally couldn't restrain his emotions, and his voice was a little loud.

The long-term forbearance finally reached the verge of collapse. Little Pudding's mother suppressed her voice and replied, "It's a matter for two people to raise a child. How come I am in charge?"

Qi Dongqing often sees novice parents having disagreements over their children's medical issues, but it is rare for them to quarrel directly in front of their children in the consulting room.He glanced at Little Pudding worriedly, and saw that her smile gradually froze, and there was a bit of blank fear in her eyes, so he stretched out his hand to cover her ears distressedly.

The three-year-old child is already sensible. Although he doesn't know the specific content of the quarrel, he is sensitive to know that he is a bad person who makes his parents unhappy.

Qi Dongqing couldn't stand it anymore, and tried to dissuade him a little angrily: "You two might as well go outside to calm down first, and don't scare the child."

The young couple were still angry, even after going outside, the dispute still didn't stop, but intensified instead.Afraid of the escalation of the conflict, Qi Dongqing called a nurse in from the inside line to take care of Pudding, and notified the security guard by the way.

"The child has a fever and will be healed immediately with an injection. There is a regular Renji nearby, so I insist on coming to the Chinese medicine clinic to delay the treatment. I don't know how you take care of the child."

"You also know that widowed children are usually raised. Can you know better than me how the child's physical condition is? You know that you work overtime and have meetings every day. Have you ever taken care of the child's discomfort?"

"Didn't the division of labor be clearly defined when we got married? Is it interesting to talk about it again?"

"Still looking at the phone, are you going to leave our mother and daughter in the hospital like last time? Today is your time to come to see a doctor. Can company customers be more important than children?"

"Don't make trouble for no reason, give me back the phone—"

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, in the chaos, Qi Dongqing, who came forward to mediate, was pushed down by a force, her forehead hit the door frame heavily, and she cried out in pain instantly.

Little Pudding's mother exclaimed, "Doctor Qi! Are you all right?"

"Can the two of you calm down now?" Qi Dongqing raised his hand to stop the security guard who wanted to drive away, resisting the dizzy feeling with staring eyes, with a rare indifference in his tone.

"Sir, Hechuntang is a formal medical institution with professional qualifications. If you are worried, you can go to the lobby outside to see our license."

"It's normal for children at this stage to have a fever, and spring is the peak season of flu, so there's no need to be overly nervous. Besides, Little Pudding is not serious this time, and fever also has a natural course. Random injections are equivalent to using skills indiscriminately when fighting monsters. The child is not good."

"It's hard for a child to be sick. In addition to the immune system, parents' support is also very important. At this stage, you should keep calm and don't add psychological burden to the child."

"Can it be done? If you can, come in with me and prescribe medicine."

Qi Dongqing usually looks soft and easy to handle, but in fact she is quite oppressive when she is serious.The two parents also realized their mistakes, apologized for losing control of their emotions in public, and listened to Dr. Qi's doctor's orders with extreme humility before leaving with their children in their arms.

Xia Zelan, who witnessed the "medical trouble" just after arriving at the post, sent her contemptuous contempt to the back of the far away.

After finishing the episode, Qi Dongqing had time to take out the mirror to check her injury, only to see a large area of ​​bruising on the forehead, which even had a faint tendency to develop into the horn.The face that was tense and pretending to be fierce just now suddenly collapsed, and he became aggrieved: "Ah, will it swell up into a big bag!"

Xia Zelan teased him: "It's okay if it's swollen, you can go to the emergency room to find your brother Yuan."

Qi Dongqing slammed the mirror shut, and called Dabaa: "No, it's so ugly, what should I do if my favorability value drops..."

"Why are you being polite to such an irresponsible person?" Xia Zelan still couldn't help complaining to her friend, "You should give him a pulse, and then tell him that his pulse is not happy, and the time limit is approaching." cramped."

"Pfft——" Qi Dongqing couldn't help laughing, but the wound on his forehead was affected, and he put on the pain mask again, "Oh, I'm fine. Little Pudding is the most pitiful one. Daddy and Mommy are so noisy, I guess Scared to death."

"You'd better deal with it first, when you turn around and bump into Zhong Huaiyuan later, you don't know how to explain to him."

"Confess to me what?"

A voice that should not appear here resounded faintly in the Yuanxiang room, Qi Dongqing immediately lay down on the table, covered his head with his hands, sweetness and panic surged up, and finally he secretly laughed out loud——

Hate!Why did Zhong Huaiyuan come here at this time!

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* Chuanxiong: in promoting blood circulation and qi, dispelling wind and relieving pain

Holly does not hurt, Xiaoyuan sticks it~