Qiu Pingzhen was now quickening his pace in aligning himself with Du Heng, so he would undoubtedly make so gestures to ensure Du Heng felt his support.
Although it wasn’t clear whether that boy, Li Shuxun, had intentionally used the word ’Master’ or if it was an unintentional slip, Qiu Pingzhen wouldn’t hesitate in carrying out Du Heng’s request, especially since Du Heng had called him in at midday for this task.
After seeing the person off, Du Heng picked up his phone, said a few words to Xiao Su, and then put the phone down.
He took a nap in his office until it was ti for afternoon work, then packed his things and headed towards his consultation room.
He had only one thought now: he would rather the hospital’s developnt lag a little than not get to the bottom of this diabetes insipidus issue.
Just as he stepped out of his office, he bumped right into Qiu Pingzhen. "Director Qiu, what’s happened? Why are you in such a panic?"
Qiu Pingzhen stopped, taking a couple of deep breaths to calm himself. "Dean, Director Jin Juan just submitted her resignation."
"Oh? So soon?" Du Heng wasn’t surprised; he just gave a light chuckle.
Qiu Pingzhen was stunned. Nothing had been said in the morning eting, so why would Jin Juan resign? And why wasn’t Du Heng surprised at all?
In an instant, Qiu Pingzhen’s back was drenched with sweat.
"Dean, what do we do now?"
"Director Jin Juan is submitting her resignation now; it must be a decision she made after careful consideration. While we are reluctant to see such an excellent chief doctor leave, we must also respect her choice."
"How about this: take Director Jin’s resignation report to Deputy Dean Lu first. After all, she’s more familiar with the Gynecology Departnt’s affairs. If she agrees, let her sign it, and the hospital can begin the process."
Qiu Pingzhen was taken aback again. This was a Departnt Director resigning! Shouldn’t they hold a eting to discuss it? Shouldn’t they try to persuade her to stay?
Swallowing, Qiu Pingzhen continued, "If Deputy Dean Lu asks for your opinion, what should I say?"
"We must respect personal choices."
"I’ll get right on it."
Watching Qiu Pingzhen leave, Du Heng smiled without saying anything, then turned and headed towards his consultation room.
By this ti, Li Shuxun had already dressed neatly and was waiting at the entrance of the consultation room.
"Starting work right away? Is your accommodation all sorted?"
"I’m still in the dormitory for now. I’m not in a rush to find a house; I can take my ti looking."
"Alright then. If you run into any difficulties, just let know. Don’t be polite." With that, Du Heng walked towards his consultation room. "Let’s get started with the afternoon’s work then."
The male doctor saw all of this. He rely glanced over without saying anything and, very considerately, found a chair for Li Shuxun.
Work proceeded at the morning’s pace. Du Heng and his team inside the consultation room weren’t rushed, and neither were the elderly n and won waiting outside. A very harmonious atmosphere perated both inside and out.
But in the hospital, good things never seed to last once you acknowledged them.
Just as Du Heng was thinking how excellent this pace was and how comfortable it made him feel, a woman’s urgent, incessant shouting echoed from the hallway outside.
The Pediatrics Departnt consultation room wasn’t far from the traditional Chinese dicine clinic room. The woman didn’t head towards Du Heng’s area, so it was clear she was there for the Pediatrics Departnt.
Normally, this would have nothing to do with him; he could just concentrate on his own patients.
But in pediatrics, there are no minor issues. Especially with urgent pediatric cases like this, the trouble could be imnse.
This trouble stemd partly from the child’s condition and partly from the anxious parents; sotis, the trouble caused by the parents was even greater.
Hearing the woman finally enter a consultation room as she’d wished, and the noise outside subsiding, Du Heng still felt uneasy and got up to go take a look.
He wanted to see what the problem was, but more importantly, he also wanted to assess the capabilities of the hospital’s Pediatrics Departnt.
"Doctor, please take a look! Why are the areas under my child’s eyes all bruised, and his eyeballs are bloodshot?"
As soon as she entered the consultation room, the parent, cradling her child, rushed up to the doctor.
The one on duty in the outpatient service that afternoon was not the Director or Deputy Director of the Pediatrics Departnt, but an attending doctor, who also happened to be a woman.
Initially, this female doctor was annoyed by the shouting parent, but when she got a clear look at the child in the parent’s arms, her expression imdiately turned serious.
"How old is the child?"
"Two years and five months."
"What happened?"
"I don’t know! He was perfectly fine during lunch. He woke up from his nap like this!" The child’s mother was so anxious she started to cry.
While the child’s mother was frantic, this female doctor frowned; she hadn’t managed to elicit any useful information from the mother.
She reached out to gently touch the child’s nasal bone, then picked up a small flashlight to look into the child’s nostrils. After a short while, she said, "There’s a foreign body in the child’s nasal cavity, and it looks quite large."
With that, she put down the flashlight. "What toys have you been letting the child play with?"
"Just common toys."
"How big are they? Are any of them only about thumb-sized?"
Hearing the doctor’s questions from inside, Du Heng suddenly recalled an Arican TV show he’d seen. There was a case where a child repeatedly stuffed thumb-sized toys—like toy cars and dolls—into his nostrils. When asked why, it was simply because he wanted firefighters to rescue people. So, he would first stuff a toy or doll in, and then stuff in firefighter dolls and toy fire trucks to "rescue" them.
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