Su Yun pursed his lips. His sharp gaze pierced through the black hair on his forehead and landed on Director Wu's face like a knife.
Director Wu felt particularly uncomfortable being stared at by the two of them. It was as if the biting cold wind was slapping his body and it was vaguely painful.
He did not know why the two doctors in front of him were looking at him with such sharp and hostile eyes.
They were all people in the medical circle. What words could not be communicated in private?
Director Wu had experienced various consultations and appraisals. At this time, they should be very friendly and laugh with him, throwing the responsibility to the patient and the patient's family.
Moreover!
Most importantly, Director Wu did not think there was anything wrong with the psychiatric hospital.
The diagnosis of mental illness began with a physical examination. He had read the relevant medical records and was absolutely not negligent.
At first, the head CT did not indicate a space-occupying lesion. After half a year, a shadow appeared. This was a 'coincidental' brain tumor.
The cause and effect were very clear. The patient's family was unreasonable and wanted to make a fuss. It was also the city health bureau's idea to ask a higher-level hospital for a consultation. This way, it could stop the public from talking.
After all, it was the opinion of the experts in Imperial Capital. The patient's family would agree with it.
However, seeing the two young doctors' expressions, Director Wu had a bad feeling in his heart.
Could it be that they knew the patient's family? That expression made it clear that they were here to find fault!
He was a little angry but after all, he had been in society for many years. He still had this bit of subtlety.
He would endure it!
In the end, he still had to see what these two doctors were going to do, Director Wu thought to himself.
"Take a look at the medical records and other tests first," Zheng Ren said lightly.
Two printed medical records were handed to Zheng Ren and Su Yun. They flipped through the pages quickly. Director Wu felt disdain in his heart, feeling that they were not paying attention at all.
They must have come to the consultation and diagnosis with prejudice. Otherwise, they would not have been able to read the medical records so quickly.
"There's a problem," Su Yun said.
"Yes, take a look at the radiographic films at that time," Zheng Ren said as he flipped through the medical records.
Director Wu's heart sank.
"I'll go get the radiographic films," he said softly, suppressing the anger in his heart and then left the room.
The radiographic films were actually in the next room, held by the doctor from the psychiatric hospital. Nanshan City had made all the necessary preparations. They couldn't afford to make the experts in Imperial Capital unhappy.
However, Director Wu did not go to get the radiographic films. He went to the office of the Deputy Director of the Health Bureau and knocked on the door.
"Chief Zhao, why do those two experts from the Imperial Capital seem to be targeting us? They're not friendly at all." After entering the room, Director Wu said directly, regardless of whether there was anyone in the room.
Chief Zhao was the one who had welcomed them earlier. He had other matters to attend to, so he did not participate in the medical records and the discussion.
All he needed was a result.
Hearing Director Wu's words, Chief Zhao felt strange. The person who came to report to Feng Yu was smart. He quickly left and closed the door.
"How so?"
"Chief Zhao, it's fine when you're here. As soon as you left, I finished reporting their medical history. Both of their faces fell. "Director Wu could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and said angrily.
"Don't worry, did they say anything?"
"No, but I have a feeling that they are definitely here to find fault. It's impossible for our mental hospital to provoke the experts from the Imperial Capital. We're just here to check for related diseases. The diagnosis of a brain tumor is already very clear. I really don't know why they're being so picky. "
Chief Zhao pondered for a few seconds and said, "That's impossible. I've asked the doctor who came today. He's Little Zheng, who's been in the limelight recently. He came directly from Dibei Province to the Imperial Capital 912 … "
At this point, Director Wu was stunned for a moment.
He was not a local doctor or the kind who stayed in the hospital after graduating, but someone from Dibei Province?!
As an old fox who had been in the medical circle for decades, Director Wu was very clear about the situation of the people who could stay in the major Class Three Grade A Hospitals in the Imperial Capital.
Not many people could stay after graduating with a doctorate. It would not be an exaggeration to say that they were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
The Imperial Capital was only so big. A doctorate was nothing! The doctorate from the same department could not do it either. Whether it was the professor or the director, they had no right to keep a person.
Even if the director wanted to keep his students, it would depend on luck. He had to see if there were any strong people who wanted to stay in the hospital this year.
The number of spots every year was limited, extremely limited.
Even the doctorate from the same department was like this, let alone the introduction of talents.
Did the Imperial Capital need to introduce talents? It was still possible for foreign professors, but there were not many foreign professors who wanted to return to China.
Foreign doctors had less work and more money. There were many people who sharpened their brains to go out. However, they had never seen anyone who returned to China to work half to death every day. Their quality of life had declined, and they had no dignity to treat patients and save people.
There must be something wrong with everything abnormal.
Director Wu looked at Chief Zhao in confusion.
"I'll ask. The Imperial Capital told me that the people who came today will definitely be able to solve the problem. I'll ask them to fax the specific information over."
Chief Zhao made a phone call and explained the situation on this side. Chief Zhao was still on his side. Director Wu could hear the meaning behind Chief Zhao's words and felt a little at ease.
However, soon, Chief Zhao's expression began to turn serious, and then it became interesting.
Director Wu was stunned. He was already shrouded in an ominous premonition.
"Director Wu, the doctor who came is from the Department of Interventional Medicine." Chief Zhao hung up the phone and told him an unbelievable piece of news.
"Interventional Medicine …" An unknown fire burned in Director Wu's heart.
He originally thought that it was an expert professor in neurosurgery, but he did not expect it to be an interventional doctor!
"Do you know why?" Chief Zhao asked unhurriedly.
"It was Director Yan of the 912 who personally went to handle this matter. It's said that this is a condition for settling down in the 912."
As the matter went on, it became more and more bizarre. Originally, Deputy Director Yuan had called for Lin Ge to complete this matter after running up and down for a period of time, but it had actually turned into the situation in front of him.
However, the way this kind of news was stated was obviously more powerful. It was like a powerful left hook, directly hitting Director Wu's vital point.
"Boss Zheng went to the 912 with the Nobel Prize project. He didn't get anything he wanted." Chief Zhao sighed and said, "Director Wu, don't worry. He definitely won't specifically pick on you."
The meaning behind these words was not too clear — a candidate for the Nobel Prize was someone who would definitely become an academician in the future. Picking on your Nanshan City Mental Hospital?
If he did that, then there would be something wrong with him.
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