The next day, as soon as Xu Changping arrived at the infirmary, Fan Pingping walked up to him and whispered:

"Director Xu, my grandfather wants to see you."

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the plaster?" Xu Changping didn't want to go, so he asked instead.

I just vowed yesterday not to see patients easily, but today Fan Pingping came to see me.

"There's nothing wrong with the ointment. It's just that my grandfather wants to meet you to thank you for the ointment you made for him." Seeing that Xu Changping seemed to have misunderstood, Fan Pingping hurriedly explained.

"Oh, so? Then when?" Xu Changping felt relieved when he heard that he just wanted to see him and not to see a doctor.

This wealthy family was even harder to mess with. Although the old man had specifically asked him to go, it didn't mean that everyone in their family was well-mannered and wouldn't question his age or medical skills. He didn't want to go there and cause trouble.

"At noon, a car will come to pick you up at noon." Fan Pingping said quickly.

"Okay, I got it." Xu Changping sent Fan Pingping away and while changing his clothes, he thought to himself: a car will be sent to pick me up at noon, so I have to go whether I agree or not.

But considering the other party’s position, I probably didn’t expect that there would be someone who didn’t want to go!

After changing into a white coat, Xu Changping sat there and began to review the pulse diagnosis records of several doctors yesterday.

"Doctor Xu, can you help take a look at this patient?" As he was looking at him, he heard Han Weiguo shouting from below.

"Ask him up." Xu Changping had just finished reading the medical record in his hand, so he replied without even raising his head.

After quickly reading the case in his hand, Xu Changping looked up at the worker who had just sat down, and found that Han Weiguo was also beside him.

He glanced down and saw that there were no other patients in the infirmary, so he didn't say anything and started taking the patient's pulse.

As everyone knows, the medical room of the steel rolling mill can only treat common symptoms, so there are rarely patients who come here with problems that no one can understand. This is the first time that Xu Changping has encountered a request for help from the doctors below.

After a while, Xu Changping said to the worker, "Change to the other hand."

Han Weiguo, who was standing behind the worker, frowned when he saw Xu Changping actually wanted to change his hand to take the pulse.

Xu Changping ignored Han Weiguo's expression, put his hand down, and asked the worker:

"Have you felt chest pain recently? Occasionally you can't breathe."

"Yes, sometimes after coughing I feel chest pain and can't breathe, cough cough cough cough..." the worker said and then coughed violently a few times.

"It's not a big problem, just a little infection. I'll prescribe some Chinese medicine for you to take at home."

Seeing the workers looking at him nervously, Xu Changping smiled and said.

"Are you really okay?" the worker asked in disbelief.

"It's really okay. If you don't believe me, you can go to the hospital." Xu Changping saw that the other party didn't trust him very much, so he said with a smile.

Although he had a smile on his face, Xu Changping felt upset inside. He didn't expect to be questioned again, which really made him angry.

"Okay then, I'll go to the hospital first." The worker stood up and said embarrassedly, then walked out of the infirmary while coughing.

After seeing the workers leave, Han Weiguo spoke up:

"Director Xu, he..."

"He's had a cold for too long and it's turned into an inflammation. Going to the hospital is just to get antibiotics. He obviously doesn't trust us, so let him go to the hospital!"

Xu Changping stopped Han Weiguo from talking and asked, "What didn't you understand just now?"

"When I auscultated him, I felt a murmur in his lungs, but I couldn't find the cause when I took his pulse."

After hearing what Xu Changping said, Han Weiguo quickly put the patient out of his mind and asked his own questions instead.

"Take this book back and read it. You can practice taking pulses more when you have nothing to do." Xu Changping reached into the drawer next to him, took out a pulse book and handed it to Han Weiguo.

Xu Changping did not buy this Pulse Classic in the system mall, but saw it by chance at a street stall in Pigeon City. There were several other medical books along with it at the time, all of which he bought and put into the space.

Han Weiguo's problem is that he comes into contact with too few diseases in his daily life. This pulse book is just right for him. After all, people who come to the infirmary usually have colds, fevers, or those who are scratched or stabbed during work, so it is rare for them to encounter any special pulse patterns.

There is a reason why no serious doctors are willing to come to the infirmary of this steel mill. After all, if you stay here for ten years, you may still be at the level of an intern when you leave.

"Thank you, Director Xu." Han Weiguo held the Pulse Classic and returned it to his desk as if it were a treasure. This was a medical book he had never read before.

"Hey, let me see what book Director Xu gave you." Xiao Gang looked at Han Weiguo holding the treasure and said anxiously across from him.

"What are you looking at? This was lent to me by Director Xu. If you want to see it, ask Director Xu for permission." Han Weiguo glared at Xiao Gang and said.

"Ask if you want." Xiao Gang glared at Han Weiguo angrily, then asked Xu Changping, "Director, can I read the book you lent to Han Weiguo?"

"You can all read them, but you can't damage them, otherwise you won't be able to borrow other books from me." Xu Changping glanced at Fan Pingping and An Cheng who were looking at him eagerly, and said seriously.

"Don't worry, we will definitely take good care of it." Xiao Gang assured, patting his chest.

After hearing what Xiao Gang said, Xu Changping smiled and then lowered his head to look at the medical records in his hand.

Han Weiguo flipped through the book in his hand and soon became absorbed in it. It turned out that there were so many types of pulses! He had never expected that he had only learned the basics in the past.

"Pulse Classic." Just when Han Weiguo was reading intently, Xiao Gang came up to him for some reason and read the two words on the cover.

"The Pulse Classic." After knowing the name, Fan Pingping and An Cheng looked at each other, smiled at each other, and thought at the same time that they would ask someone to see if they could buy a copy when they got home from get off work.

Xu Changping was completely unaware of the undercurrents among the people below. He was busy redeeming points in the system mall.

Because just now the system suddenly told him that a broken portable space was put on the market in the Wanjie Mall for only 1000 million points, and this space was bound to the soul, which meant that as long as his soul was immortal, this space would always belong to him.

Before long, Xu Changping had redeemed enough points. Without thinking too much, he immediately took a picture of the portable space.

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