Since the lady was not accompanying him in the hospital, the Holy Hand felt that he had a great responsibility. It was not because it was her husband's third time being hospitalized, or because of special circumstances, that she became lazy. Instead, it was because the patient was special, especially since the cause of the relapse had not been found yet. Instead, it aroused his unyielding spirit and made up his mind to find the cause through treatment.
Therefore, the work of receiving patients in the treatment room on the first floor was basically handed over to his eldest disciple. He spent most of his time in the ward. To be exact, he was in his husband's ward.
Originally, after the manual reduction dressing pack was used, the rest of the work would be handled by the nurses and massage physiotherapists. However, he personally guarded the ward. Not only did he have to change the dressing, but he also had to do the rehabilitation massage himself.
To be honest, it had been a long time since he had done a rehabilitation massage. Of course, he was familiar with the acupoints. This was because massaging was also required during the manual examination and reduction of the patient.
Of course, this kind of massage was still very different from physical therapy massage. His manual examination and reduction massage was more precise and meticulous in terms of strength, and the coverage was relatively small. Simply put, this was a technical job.
Restorative massage, of course, also required some skill, but at the same time, it required more physical strength. Even so, Saint Hand insisted on doing most of the rehabilitation massages himself. Even when she ate, she was basically with her husband.
However, Holy Hand realized that her husband didn't seem to be particularly interested in his treatment and care. He didn't show much, but compared to the previous two times, he was even more silent.
Saint Hand could understand. After all, it was his third time being hospitalized. Everyone was considered familiar with each other. However, the identity of this acquaintance was a little awkward. Other than the first time, which was relatively normal, there had been a dispute over the cost of treatment the last time and this time.
Even though both sides agreed on the plan later on, they still had that argument after all. It could not help but have a negative impact on everyone's hearts. So maybe her husband was too embarrassed to face a saint and treat him like this.
According to the sage, this was a special case. It was really like what the lady had said. She had given him a chance to study. Unfortunately, his hospital did not have an X-ray machine at the moment, so he could not take a scan at any time to make an effective comparison. He could only rely on his own delicate technique to compare with the previous treatment process.
This was also an important reason why the Sacred Hand insisted on following him the entire time. Even though the Sage Hand's efforts did not achieve anything. But after all, her husband's illness recovered very quickly.
Saint Hand told her husband after the final examination. "The area where you had a relapse this time has completely returned to normal. How do you feel?"
Her husband said," Since your checkup has returned to normal, and I'm feeling pretty good, I can be discharged. I'll call my wife to settle the bill."”
Her husband's attitude made Saint Hand feel relieved. At this moment, her phone rang. It was Xiaowang. "There's a reporter waiting for you on the first floor.”
Saint Hand put down the phone, feeling very strange. It had been a long time since he had come into contact with reporters. Even when he was rescuing He Yixia's father, the Internet was so lively, but no reporters came to look for him. Now that everything had returned to normal, why were there reporters here?
However, the sage knew how powerful the reporters were. Because his clinic had once benefited from it. When the theater owner hung the plaque, he also invited reporters from television stations and newspapers to interview and film the scene. From then on, his clinic became famous.
After the announcement was broadcast, it brought him a large number of patients. That was the first time he witnessed the power of the media. Therefore, the Divine Hand had a good impression of the reporters. Even though he couldn't figure out what kind of reporter it was? Why was she interviewing him? After saying goodbye to her husband, Saint Hand immediately went downstairs.
However, that reporter was completely different from the reporter that the sage had expected. Seeing the saint come down, the reporter still sat firmly on the saint's chair and took the initiative.
Even though he had come here specifically to look for Saint Hand, he did not even look at Saint Hand when he was standing in front of him. His eyes were staring up at the ceiling, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Saint Hand was a little embarrassed. It was the first time he had met such a reporter. He did not know how to deal with such a situation. The chair that he was supposed to sit on was the chair that he received patients from, but now, he had taken over it.
The Holy Hand was too embarrassed to chase him away. He sat on it himself, so he could only stand at the side like a patient. Since she wasn't looking at him, he didn't know how to greet her.
It was Little Wang who said to the reporters," This is our Principal Saint Hand.”
Only then did the reporter look down at Saint Hand. Saint Hand quickly reached out his hand, but the reporter did not hold it. He did not have that intention. His hands did not move and were crossed in front of his chest.
Saint Hand had no choice but to withdraw his outstretched hand. Seeing the reporter's arrogant attitude, it was a completely different concept from the reporters that the sage had seen before. Therefore, Saint Hand had an ominous feeling. This reporter coming to find Saint Hand was definitely not a good thing.
Therefore, Divine Hand calmed down and did not speak. He just waited to remember to speak. The reporter's gaze scanned the hall on the first floor before he said," You're Principal Saint Hand? You have the nerve to call this clinic a hospital, and you have the nerve to be the director!”
"Since it's called an orthopedic hospital, it doesn't even have an X-ray machine. Just based on this point alone, it seems that the complaint about you being a pheasant hospital is also worthy of its name.”
This reporter was indeed powerful. After giving the sage a head-on blow, he immediately gave the sage a head-on blow, catching him off guard and making him unable to breathe. The reporter's words were filled with contempt and even discrimination towards the saint. The fire in Saint Hand's heart was ignited with a bang. However, the fact that he was pointed out immediately extinguished the fire like a basin of cold water.
However, being called a wild chicken hospital by the reporters was something that the saint could not tolerate. Therefore, Saint Hand suppressed his anger and retorted," Why did you say that my hospital is a fake one? Look at the business license hanging on the wall. This is a legitimate hospital that has been officially approved by the relevant departments. How dare you call us a wild chicken hospital? Aren't you lying through your teeth?”
The reporter said with a fake smile," Did I poke your sore spot? Getting angry wouldn't solve the problem. Yes, your business license must have been approved by the relevant departments, but according to the specific conditions of your hospital, you don't have the conditions and qualifications to open a bone-setting hospital at all.”
"So, how did you get that business license? It was hard to say. Do you dare to make it public if there's something fishy going on? Can it withstand the investigation?"
Hearing the reporter's words, Saint Hand's face turned red with anger, then turned pale. He pointed at the reporter." Where did you come from? Are you here to nitpick? How did I get this business license? Do I need you to criticize me? What qualifications do you have?"
The reporter changed his sitting posture and crossed his legs. "What right do I have? I'm just an ordinary reporter, but do you know what society calls reporters?”
"Call us the uncrowned kings. Do you know what an uncrowned king is? He was an emperor without a crown. Since he was the emperor, he could and should manage everything. Therefore, it was a piece of cake for him to manage a small, regular hospital like yours.”
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