Rebirth 90: I opened a hospital in Shencheng

Chapter 33 The beautiful patient who lost half of her nose!

In Nie Chen's memory before his rebirth.

Lin Xueyang once consulted about the operation plan for the vascular tumor on her cheek at Shencheng People's Hospital.

However, Lin Xueyang did not choose to have the surgery at Shencheng People's Hospital in the end.

The reason why Nie Chen sent an invitation letter to Lin Xueyang.

It's because Lin Xueyang's family is really rich.

Lin Xueyang and her father opened this material processing factory in Shencheng, which belongs to the Lin family's family brand.

This brand has been well-known in Southeast Asia on Hong Kong Island as early as the 70s and [-]s.

They are not self-employed individuals who have become rich after the reform and opening up in Shenzhen City, but old fortunes from Hong Kong Island who have established a firm foothold in Hong Kong Island and then extended their tentacles to Shenzhen City to open factories.

Therefore, Lin Xueyang, who is wearing and holding top international famous brands, is full of lies and twinkling eyes when dealing with people, really makes Nie Chen unable to see through.

"It doesn't feel false to me, it's... low self-esteem."

Zhong Lanlan, who was quietly making water and making tea, suddenly said, "I think her name is Senior Doctor Nie, and she justified that the hemangioma on her face was not hereditary, and it only occurred in the past two years... This kind of lie seems to be born of inferiority complex." Self-preservation."

In the afternoon, they were idle anyway, so Nie Chen, Chen Chunmei, and Zhong Lanlan began to speculate about why Lin Xueyang lied.

However, in this debate, Zhong Lanlan, who obviously started from the mentality of a patient, gained the upper hand as soon as she spoke, crushing Nie Chen and Chen Chunmei in terms of arguments.

Today, two patients have come to consult.

Zhang Jingying's surgery was already a certainty. If Nie Chen hadn't stopped her, she would have already paid the deposit.

This afternoon, Lin Xueyang, who was full of lies, did not mention the hemangioma on her face in China.

In foreign countries, it is actually difficult to find a hospital of the same type that can replace Nie Chen's dilator implantation surgery.

After all, it is 1990, not after [-].

"Excuse me, I received an invitation letter from the Chinese Medicine Association and came to the Aihua Clinic to consult about my condition."

At [-]:[-] p.m., a young woman with a thick gauze mask on her face wandered around in front of the Aihua Clinic for a few laps, finally mustered up the courage to open the glass door, and Xiang Xiang was gesturing how to mount a newspaper on the wall. Say hello to everyone in the outpatient clinic.

"My name is Peng Xueni. I am currently unemployed. My parents are financial practitioners. My family lives in the bank dormitory on Renmin Road..."

Peng Xueni sat on the couch, looked at Zhong Lanlan, who was calm and elegant, making water and tea, and mechanically introduced her name, parents and home address.

As Nie Chen who printed out the letter to Peng Xueni and sent out the invitation letter, he naturally knew that there was something wrong with Peng Xueni's face.

However, Chen Xueni was talking on her own, and she didn't take off her mask for a long time, nor did she take the initiative to lead the topic to the condition she wanted to consult.

Obviously, she is familiar with the context and environment here in the outpatient clinic, and she is doing psychological construction.

He has been afraid to take the initiative to show the content he wants to consult.

"Sister Xueni, drink tea." Zhong Lanlan gently placed the purple sand tea cup overflowing with tea fragrance in front of Peng Xueni who was still wearing a thick gauze mask.

Originally, she was still talking about when she received the invitation letter from the Chinese Medicine Society, and then she consulted some doctors at home, and she saw the Aihua Clinic and Dr. Nie Chen, and Peng Xueni, who had consulted relevant experts and professors about the gold content of Nie Chen's thesis, etc., suddenly froze when Zhong Lanlan called her to drink tea.

Peng Xueni, who was talking babbling, was like a faucet that had been turned off, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

She looked at Dr. Nie Chen who was sitting on the short sofa above her left side, writing the medical records in silence.

He looked at Chen Chunmei, who was standing beside Dr. Nie Chen on the armrest of the sofa, smiling sincerely.

In the end, he looked at Zhong Lanlan who greeted her to drink tea. There was a red scar on her cheek, and her eyes were tender and caring.

Peng Xueni slowly took off her thick mask.

In the middle of Peng Xueni's pretty oval face behind the mask, half of the front of her nose is missing, and even the nasolabial folds above her lips are missing a piece of flesh, revealing clearly visible tendon fascia and a dark respiratory tract mouth.

Her nose was clearly severely traumatized, with almost one side of her nose cut off.

"My nose, will it never have a chance to recover?"

Peng Xueni put down her mask, clasped her hands under her lips, and dared not look directly at Nie Chen, "Doctor Nie, please don't feel burdened, I just came here for a consultation. If I don't have a chance, it's normal for me."

Nie Chen put on his gloves, and beckoned Peng Xueni, who was a little further away, to sit in front of him.

"What's missing is the nasolabial fold skin on the left alar and the underside of the alar. Using cartilage transplantation and skin flaps to reshape your missing alar and replace the missing skin is still feasible in terms of surgery."

Nie Chen pinched Peng Xueni's chin, carefully looked at her wound where one side of the nose was missing and the nasolabial folds lost the skin, and casually gave a surgical plan.

"Yes, can it be operated on?"

This turning point came too fast. Before Peng Xueni's psychological construction was completed, the young and handsome doctor in front of her had already given the conclusion that the operation was possible, which made her feel like a dream for a while, "My requirements for the operation are at least If I can't do this, I would rather not do it." Peng Xueni's tone became firm after completing her psychological training.

"It's not a big problem. It happens to be the patented technology of Aihua Clinic to deal with your symptoms."

Nie Chen lowered his head and wrote the operation plan.

Today, three patients came to the outpatient clinic for consultation, which filled the calm Nie Chen with joy.

Not to mention anything else, just the plastic surgery technique used by Peng Xueni in front of her to reconstruct her nose. No matter what kind of surgical plan is used, the cost of the whole set is 20 yuan.

Including the operation fee of about 15 yuan for the two consultations, the possible turnover of this day is 35 yuan.

Nie Chen, who wrote the operation plan, lamented that the effect of fame being used on information points that can be realized is very terrifying.

If he only made the headlines on the front page of the Shencheng Community Daily, only he himself and the Aihua Clinic would be famous, but there would be no information about the designated professional areas.

Then he would also not be able to enjoy the opportunity to monetize the fame effect of this wave of front-page headlines in the Shenzhen Special Economic Zone newspaper.

Just a newspaper report can achieve the effect of making wealthy patients who have accepted Nie Chen's invitation before come to the Aihua Clinic for consultation.

Today's three patients are probably just the beginning.

Nie Chen thought to himself.

"The entire surgical plan involved flap reconstruction with dilators and reshaping of the entire nose."

Nie Chen gave a list of targeted items for Peng Xueni to go to a regular hospital for a full-body examination, "This is a compound operation, and the entire treatment process will take one and a half months. The cost of the entire operation is 22 Five hundred yuan."

When Nie Chen reported the cost of the operation to Peng Xueni, Peng Xueni remained unmoved and asked again to confirm: "Dr. Nie Chen, are you sure you can achieve my basic appearance before the injury after the operation?"

During the consultation process, Peng Xueni had given Nie Chen a photo of her youthful beauty three years ago when her nose was not damaged or missing as a reference.

Nie Chen smiled: "If your appearance before the injury was [-], after our surgery, theoretically you should be able to reach [-]."

Ninety percent?
Not only Peng Xueni who had put on her mask again, but also Zhong Lanlan who was making tea and Chen Chunmei who was standing next to the short sofa were all shocked by Nie Chen's confident words.

"Dr. Nie, I read yesterday's interview with the Shencheng Special Economic Zone Daily. I think you are a doctor who seeks truth from facts and strives for excellence in medicine."

Before she left, Peng Xueni tightly held Nie Chen's palm, "So I believe every word you say, and I pin my hope for the rest of my life on your hands that perform surgery."

"Five million!"

After Peng Xueni left, Zhong Lanlan couldn't help sighing softly.

Before becoming an employee of Aihua Clinic, Zhong Lanlan believed that her family should be considered to be among the top class in Shenzhen City.

After all, like her father, Zhong Rongjun, there are not many business people who can freely take out tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of cash as spare money.

But for a young woman like Peng Xueni who is so calm, and counting 10 yuan will not change her face in the slightest, in Zhong Lanlan's circle, there is no rich second generation who can reach this level.

Sure enough, those who play finance have a much stronger foundation than those who do industry.Zhong Lanlan thought so in her heart.

(End of this chapter)