"It's okay, I'll leave in advance."

The strange man left in a hurry as if he had something urgent.

Jiang Ke glanced at him in confusion and returned to the office to work normally.

Her medical skills are extraordinary. With her on-site, many patients have to queue up to hang her expert number.

Just after seeing off an old lady, Jiang Ke clicked the number call software on the computer, and the next patient came in.

He is a simple-dressed rural woman, holding a little boy. He has a bad face and looks listless. He can't see the vitality he should have at his age.

"Hello, Doctor, I specially brought my son to the provincial capital from the countryside for medical treatment."

The woman's tone was full of pleasingness, and she asked her son to sit down, but she was still standing.

"Thank you for your hard work, kid, where are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"He has been sleeping on his stomach recently and doesn't listen to it no matter how he says it. He often vomits when he eats. He went to the gastroenterology department, but there was no problem. I have never read any books and had no education. I listened to the advice of my fellow villagers and came to the big hospital to see other departments."

Jiang Ke understood, there was no gastrointestinal problems, but she vomited repeatedly. She considered that the patient's brain might be compressed. Seeing that the little boy was about the same age as Xiao Baozi, she felt a little distressed.

"You need to rule out whether it is a brain problem and do a blood pressure and brain CT examination. I will open a physical examination form for you. You can go now. The results may be issued before get off work. If you come out, come to me with a report and don't register again."

"Is it important? My child is still young."

Poor parents in the world. When they heard Jiang Ke say that there might be something wrong with his brain, the woman's heart couldn't help but become nervous and her tone became sharper.

"It is only ruled out the conditions of organic brain diseases. In this case, it is recommended that you eat lightly, eat more fruits and vegetables, maintain a good mood, and avoid being anxious and angry."

"It's okay, mom, if I vomit, I'll eat it later, don't cry." The little boy comforted her, pulling her mother's sleeve.

She felt embarrassed and wiped the corners of her wet eyes.

Jiang Ke remembered that some of the chocolate wedding candies sent by colleagues from their marriage in the drawer were taken out and handed over to him.

The little boy's eyes immediately lit up, as if he had obtained some treasure. He took it with both hands and hugged it in his arms. The two of them thanked him for a while before leaving.

When you are serious and busy, time will pass quickly. You will see the patients one by one. When you catch a glimpse of the sky outside, Jiang Ke realized that it was getting late.

When I found my phone from my bag and was about to send a text message to Song Tingshang, I realized that my phone was not inside.

After thinking about it, she took it out in Song Ting's commercial car and did not forget it at home. That was the last time she saw a mobile phone.

Then there are two answers: either it fell into Song Ting's commercial car or it was hit by the old lady, and the suspicious stranger stole his cell phone.

Just as she was thinking about whether to contact him with Huang Tingting's mobile phone, Song Tingshang walked in, frowned, and saw that she seemed to stretch again.

Jiang Ke happened to go to the bathroom and return to the office. He had not called the number yet and there was no patient at this time.

"Why did you come so early? I haven't gotten off work yet." She was a little confused.

"You sent WeChat at noon, but you haven't replied. I'm worried, come and have a look."

Song Tingshang was really afraid that something would happen to her. In the past, even if Jiang Ke was busy, he would send him a "busy, contact him later" expression.

"I didn't have a rest at noon, so I just stayed at the patient and didn't even look at my phone. But it was useless to see. I just wanted to contact you and found that I couldn't find it. Go and see if there is any in the car and tell me again."

If the person is a thief Jiang Ke, he would have to call the police immediately. Although mobile payments are now developed, many elderly people who see doctors carry big prize cash, and she is very worried.

Song Tingshang did not want to affect her work. He felt relieved when he saw her well, so he put on a mask and walked out.

Back at the parking lot, he carefully checked all corners of the car, and there was really nothing.

When he returned to report to her, Jiang Ke still had many registered patients before he finished the examination. He sought his help.

"Help me explain to the hospital monitoring room, let them call out the monitoring room for fever consultation, and tell whether the young man who reached out to help me stole my cell phone. If so, call the police directly and observe all his trajectories in the hospital. For the stolen patients, I will tell the finance department later that the hospital will not charge any more for medical expenses."

"I understand, President Jiang." Song Tingshang nodded to her pretending to behave, willing to let her laugh.

"Go quickly, I'm going to keep busy."

"Okay, I'll finish your instructions and wait for you in the parking lot."

Giving is happy, and helping the person you like is even happier.

Song Tingshang smiled and talked to the people in the surveillance room. They looked at each other, not understanding why he was so happy that the dean's phone was stolen.

When I walked to the hospital, maybe it was because the urban management had already gotten off work at this time. Many small vendors took the opportunity to set up stalls on the roadside of the hospital. There were no adult things, but children's things, including mecha toys, bald balloons, windmills, etc.

"I know every day that I see Bald Toutiao Qiang. I just bought you an Ultraman yesterday, but you broke it. How can I buy you free money?"

A simple-dressed rural woman was scolding a little boy of five or six years old. He was crying while wiping his tears, and many people were watching them.

It was the two people who visited Jiang Ke in the afternoon. The little boy was probably angry and stomped his feet, crying heart-wrenchingly.

"I didn't break it on purpose, I just want a toy... you don't want to... you don't want to buy it for me..."

Everyone around was chattering.

"It's just a balloon, and it doesn't cost much."

"Yes, the child's childhood was just once, and this mother felt sorry for money."

The rural woman was unmoved and dragged her child to the hospital. The five or six-year-old man was chubby, pouted angrily, and resisted in a tug-of-war position. For a moment, her mother couldn't pull him, and shouted: "You know how to buy it. If your mother doesn't go to work and see you every day, how can she get money?"

The little boy didn't struggle anymore, and seemed to understand a little.

There is no cure for poverty. Although Jiang Ke was born in a wealthy and had never suffered when she was a child, she had read "I Am Not a God of Medicine" and knew how sad ordinary people were under the pressure of money. She was about to rescue them.

Song Tingshang took a step forward, and he squatted down/holded the little boy's hand, took out a tissue and wiped the tears from his face, "Which one do you like? Call uncle, and I'll buy it for you."

The little boy looked at the stranger and dared not answer. He looked up at his mother. Seeing that his mother nodded in agreement, he happily pointed at the biggest bald strongman and said, "I like this, uncle, can it be?"
Chapter completed!