Du Heng braced himself and calmly stated the third matter, "The Hospital is preparing to establish a Chinese dicine Departnt, and I will temporarily be the Departnt Director."
Adding a new departnt should have been the most concerning issue for everyone. However, now it had beco the least concerning issue.
They all knew that Du Heng was a practitioner of TCM with a high level of expertise, and establishing a Chinese dicine Departnt was just a matter of ti.
Initially, everyone should have been fighting for their own interests in this matter, but now, with all the commotion, Du Heng himself would have sole authority over the new departnt.
"That's it for today's eting. All departnt directors, submit your arrangents and plans to the dical Affairs Office as soon as possible. When arranging personnel, do not affect the normal operation of the Hospital. All personnel must rotate.
If there are disagreents, solve them among yourselves. If you can't resolve them, have those individuals co to my office to see .
eting adjourned!"
Although it was called a eting, it was more like an announcent. Du Heng essentially perford a one-man show. Everyone was furious but dared not say a word; given their own misconduct, they simply lacked the nerve to resist Du Heng.
They hadn't expected that Du Heng had been cooped up in his office for a week, not because he was slacking off, but because he was digging up dirt on everyone and had managed to win Qiu Pingzhen over to his side.
So ruthless, and so insidious.
Du Heng didn't feel particularly happy when he returned to his office.
Rectifying the work environnt wouldn't lead to the Hospital's rapid developnt. The outreach efforts in the countryside were a long-term solution, unable to address imdiate needs.
To achieve rapid developnt for the Hospital, an opportunity is still needed. But where is this opportunity? I haven't found it yet.
After pondering for a long ti in his office without success, Du Heng called Qiu Pingzhen over. "Director Qiu, please expedite the preparations for establishing the Departnt of Traditional Chinese dicine with Logistics. It would be best if we can officially begin operations next week."
"Alright, Dean. Logistics is already preparing the offices and equipnt. I will also complete personnel adjustnts and Hospital room allocations as soon as possible. But what if so practitioners of TCM are unwilling to switch departnts?"
Du Heng thought for a mont. "Don't force them; it must be voluntary."
"Then I know how to handle it."
"I appreciate your hard work, Director Qiu." Du Heng said gratefully. "Director Qiu, do you have any good ideas for generating so buzz for the new departnt? I'm afraid it will be embarrassing if there are no patients."
Qiu Pingzhen looked at Du Heng in surprise, not expecting him to be worried about the potential embarrassnt of having no patients.
"Dean, I think the best way is to offer free consultations. We can print so promotional materials and distribute them widely in the nearby residential areas. By waiving Check-up Fees and consultation fees, your outstanding dical skills should make the Departnt of Traditional Chinese dicine an instant hit."
Du Heng frowned. "Is that okay?"
"Of course, under the banner of a free consultation event."
"Then I'll trouble you to manage this as well, Director Qiu."
Qiu Pingzhen patted his chest. "You can count on ."
「In the afternoon」
While Du Heng was still bored in his office, Qiu Pingzhen brought two people in. One began to work on Du Heng's face, and after they finished, the other pulled Du Heng over and, CLICK, CLICK, began taking photos.
This was all for what they euphemistically called 'publicity purposes.' And the promotional effect? It was quite good.
Du Heng sat in the newly established consultation room of the Chinese dicine Departnt, with a male and a female doctor standing behind him. These two were the only other doctors in Du Heng's newly established Chinese dicine Departnt.
At this mont, looking at the promotional material in his hand, Du Heng's face turned slightly red, and he felt a bit flushed.
Qiu Pingzhen had hyped him up extravagantly, so much so that he himself could hardly bear to look at it.
However, seeing the long queue of patients already forming outside the consultation room, Du Heng reluctantly accepted the flattery on the promotional material.
"Auntie, what seems to be the trouble?"
After composing himself, Du Heng put down the promotional material in his hand and turned to his first patient of the day.
"I've been feeling terrible these days. When I'm at ho, I get palpitations and just want to go out for a walk. But as soon as I take the elevator, I get dizzy and nauseous."
The woman had just sat down on the stool when she imdiately began telling Du Heng about her various discomforts.
Du Heng listened while checking her pulse. When the woman finally finished speaking, he quickly asked, "Have you had a check-up? Do you have hypertension?"
"Yes, but I've always been taking antihypertensive drugs, and I've never had this problem before. I went to the Hospital for a check-up, but they didn't say what caused it, just told to rest more. Yet, the more I stay at ho, the more anxious I beco."
"Open your mouth and let see your tongue coating."
"Aaah..."
Du Heng glanced at the woman's wide-open mouth and couldn't help but wince slightly.
Setting aside her other issues for a mont, the amount of dental calculus was truly astonishing. So of her teeth had fallen out, but the gaps were completely, and quite solidly, filled by dental calculus. The sll... I absolutely have to hold my breath to get through this.
"Do you urinate frequently?"
"Yes, about three or four tis a day. If I don't drink water, I get unbearably thirsty. But as soon as I drink water, I have to urinate within a few minutes."
"Do you have phlegm in your throat?"
"I wouldn't exactly call it phlegm. There's always a sticky feeling, but when I cough it up, it just looks like saliva. Doctor, this isn't lung cancer, is it?"
User Comments
0 comments from readers