After all, He Tianqin is old and often stays up late. He often smokes and drinks, so it is not surprising that he has prostate hyperplasia. There was a time when he was still in pain and kept urinating at night. Later, he took the medicine and improved a little.

But this disease cannot be cured by taking medicine.

Prostate cells will proliferate and proliferate due to hormone levels. They are one way to go and cannot shrink in reverse.

So his situation has been getting better and worse, and it will be repeated every time.

There must be a way to cure prostate hyperplasia, which is what Wang Ting said. The surgery is quite simple. Just stick the electric incision knife into the urethra and reach the prostate, and then cut off the hyperplasia tissue piece by piece.

The surgery is minimally invasive and the effect comes quickly, but it takes time to recover.

He lived with a urethra for a whole week and had to wash and prevent infection every day. This is something He Tianqin could not tolerate. In his life plan, he had to wait until he retired before undergoing this unlucky operation.

After being "cared about" by Wang Ting for a few words, He Tianqin thought of the "Traditional Medicine Enhancement Technique" he had used to greet him back and forth.

But after thinking about it, I still feel that it is too naive, forget it.

He walked to Yan Dingfei and said with a smile: "Xiaoyan, it's still early. You go and have a meal first. When you come back, help buy four meals."

Since it was four servings, Wang Ting naturally thought of himself: "Don't bring it for me, I've already eaten it."

"It's not yours, it's Qi Jing's."

"You still have to ask?" Wang Ting became more and more impatient. The time of this question was delayed for so long, which was too abnormal. "How long should you ask?"

"It's soon, wait."

He Tianqin took the initiative and ignored him. Instead, he opened his white coat and took out his pockets! "I don't eat spicy food, Director Cao doesn't eat pork, the other two are free, please buy it."

After all, the other party is a tycoon in the emergency department, so how dare Yan Dingfei ask for his money?

Since the expert group has extended the questioning time, the hospital should prepare lunch. Yan Dingfei is a junior after all. Even though he hasn't done this for a long time, he can only nod and turn downstairs.

Wang Ting slapped He Tianqin on the shoulder, causing him to grin and grin: "Old He, you are not here to open a party, right? Is there any end?"

"You're messing around!" He Tianqin straightened up and said seriously, "This is an expert group asking questions, not a house."

"I've found someone who just entered the hospital who didn't even have a professional certificate to be hospitalized and asked for so long, is it still understandable?"

Wang Ting was not willing to be outdone, and his strength in his hands became even stronger: "Do you think I have never had a medical appraisal? When I entered the expert database, you just became a deputy senior!"

"You are so powerful, you are so powerful!" He Tianqin finally let go of his hands, "Then you have to eat the rice."

"You can't hurry up?" Wang Ting poked his fingers on the surface of his watch and said, "It's already time, and the emergency department is waiting for me to clean up."

"I know, it's almost done."

And this sentence is like a small stone falling into the sea. As soon as he entered, there was no sound, which made Wang Ting wait for more than half an hour.

However, this question lasted nearly two hours was still useful. At least Yan Dingfei, who came back from buying the meal, didn't even let the door in, and was sent back to the emergency room in just a few words.

Wang Ting was called in before he could ask about the situation.

After entering, I was asked a few questions about the conversation signing during the rescue. I lost the following text without any pain and the full calculation was only ten minutes.

"Is this over?"

"It's over, Lao Wang, let's leave here." He Tianqin packed up the record list and case documents at hand, and said with a smile, "This Qi Jing is pretty good. Next time I have to ask my apprentice to have a good conversation with him."

Later, Wang Ting found out that it was Qi Jing who worked on the two of them.

Because there are no mistakes in the rescue process, since everyone can get a number one by one when they do anything, there is no need to continue asking.

Listening to Qi Jing's rescuing process, the three directors were as wonderful as when they arrived in person, and their brains were all mobilized.

Jin Hua from the Gastroenterology Department even discussed the mechanism of action of two anti-inflammatory drugs on the gastric mucosa with Qi Jing. A good inquiry turned into an expert consultation and case discussion.

When they came to their senses, they realized that they were being led in a wrong rhythm.

The key is that it is quite rude.

......

Just after two o'clock in the afternoon, Qi Jing appeared in the dean's office.

He first poured himself a glass of water, and then sat leisurely on the sofa.

Qi Sen only looked at Qi Jing when he entered the door. For the rest of the time, he only had documents and reports on the table: "The question is over? How about it?"

"It's over, these directors are quite talkative." Qi Jing smiled and complained, "It turned out that he asked three people, but I asked them all. Teacher Yan has been preparing for a long time and has not left him any chance to perform."

Qi Sen didn't say anything, just shook his arm and kept writing something.

"My mother and I were on the phone just now."

"What do you mean?" When Qi Sen finally reacted a little when he heard Xiao Yu.

"Mom said she had a critical illness there and was preparing for a dissection. She wouldn't celebrate it in the evening. She would talk about it after a few days."

"Okay." Qi Sen nodded and continued to write what was in his hand.

Qi Jing felt bored, so he got up and walked quietly to him, slowly raising his hand.

Bang~

He slapped Qi Sen's arm and drew a clean and neat arc on the report he had just written, so neatly that he cut a hole in the white paper.

Qi Sen threw away his pen and "appreciated" his son's masterpiece: "What are you doing!?"

"Don't be nervous, there are mosquitoes." Qi Jing spread out his palm with some bloodstains, and then pointed to the air conditioner on the wall. "It's so hot, why don't you turn on the air conditioner?"

Qi Sen sighed, knowing that he had neglected his son.

Qi Jing had experienced medical disputes as soon as she graduated. If she had not been mentally advised, it might affect her judgment in the future.

At this time, he, as a father, is a veteran, so he should have a good talk with his son.

But he has been too busy lately.

Qi Sen changed a piece of paper for himself and copied it as he wrote just now: "I'm old and I'm not afraid of heat now. The remote control is on the windowsill. If you think it's hot, turn on."

"The mosquitoes abroad have been very fierce recently. It's better to turn on the air conditioner and be careful..."

As Qi Jing spoke, he found that his father had no sound again, so he could only walk to the windowsill on his own.

This is the fourth floor, with no cover next to it, you can see the entrance of the hospital at a glance. The family members who were originally sitting quietly took up small stools, put away the cloth strips, and walked out of the hospital in an orderly manner.

"The expert group has just arrived, why did the banner withdraw? It's too fast."

Qi Sen still just said no, and said nothing else. Qi Jing always felt a sense of incongruity when he looked at the family members.

He suddenly pulled his eyes back and looked at Qi Sen: "Dad, you shouldn't give money."
Chapter completed!