At around 10 o'clock in the evening, Shangjing was still bustling and bustling. The taxi got off the highway and turned into the path, avoiding the traffic and driving all the way to the conference center.

The driver was always very enthusiastic, but Qi Jing didn't even talk in depth and didn't speak much along the way. He only thought about Lin Zhixing's illness, and basically just used some commonly used answers to make things perfunctory.

From the airport to the carriage, Qi Jing seemed to have changed his personal life.

Although her attitude was the same and she ignored people's concerns, the atmosphere completely changed. Yao Lu couldn't say what was wrong, so she felt that Qi Jing now gave people an unattainable feeling. If you insist on comparing it, it would be like the directors she had come into contact with, and was completely different from those little doctors.

A young doctor in his early 20s, Ma Liming, who had already decided to take the position of successor to the department, was not a little different from him, and he was completely incomparable.

Yao Lu sat next to Qi Jing, only half a seat apart, and could clearly feel the change in Qi Jing's mentality. Her intuition told her that if she joked about him now, she would definitely be disgusted. So she seemed very sensible, but she took every sentence of the topic thrown by the driver, giving Qi Jing some quiet space as much as possible.

Of course, no matter how you feel, people will eventually return to rationality.

Yao Lu has also been a sales representative for several years and has helped arrange and manage several medical meetings. Normal medical meetings will take care of the doctor's physical condition. After all, the lecturers are at the level of deputy high or above, and many of them are in their 50s. Even if the time is tight, it will not exceed 9 pm.

But now it's time to go to the conference center at 11 o'clock. Why do you go to the conference center so late?

Moreover, in the next month, the 1, 2 and 5th exhibition halls of the International Conference Center were booked early, and dozens of device companies entered the venue early at the beginning of the month to start layout. After that, there were more than a dozen national medical conferences, which even wiped out all the small and medium-sized conference halls of 50-500 people.

During this period, two super-large conferences and exhibitions were crowded together, and the schedule of the International Convention Center was over, so it was almost impossible to find an empty conference hall inside.

Could it be that something big happened there?

With the street lights sprinkled into the carriage outside the window, Yao Lu looked at the seemingly ordinary doctor for the first time. But until Qi Jing arrived at the destination, she could not see any name. Instead, her long-term observation made her completely remember such a person.

"Young man, the conference center is here."

"Oh, thank you." Qi Jing came to his senses, looked out the window, thanked with a smile, and then said goodbye to Yao Lu, "I have made you spend money, and I have sent me here specially."

"It's okay."

Yao Lu smiled and waved her hand, watched Qi Jing get off the car and salute, then walked towards the gate of the conference center, and couldn't help but chew his "name" in his mouth: "Xu Jiakang... An emergency doctor at the First People's Hospital, specializing in infectious diseases and parasitology..."

Just as she thought, this guy was really unusual. But as soon as she got off the car, someone came over at the gate.

The person who came was a little short and fat, looking like an older middle-aged woman. As soon as she met, she smiled and let Qi Jing go. By the street light at the door of the conference center, Yao Lu recognized her at a glance.

Yao Lu was originally a doctor who was a medical practitioner, and she had most of the famous directors. As the president of the Danyang Infectious Disease Association, Cai Ping is an old face in the pharmaceutical industry. In fact, Yao Lu’s company also has business dealings with the infectious Disease Department of Danyang Hospital, and the main project is the liver puncture needle used for hepatitis B.

Of course, as long as people who live in Danyang and often watch news on Danyang local TV stations, most of them know her. The main reason is that during the Sars period last year, Cai Ping and Luo Tang appeared together many times and accepted many interviews. It is difficult not to know her.

But why are doctors from the first hospital so familiar with the director of the University of Infectious Diseases in Danyang Hospital?

When we met, we did not have the respect that our superiors should have for our superiors. We walked towards the gate without even saying polite words. To this extent, we couldn't help but think wrongly.

Could it be that Danyang Hospital is poaching? Or is the two of them just a master-apprentice relationship?

If it is really a master-apprentice relationship, why would he, a student of the senior director of Danyang Hospital, go to the first hospital to be a young doctor named in the emergency department? Isn’t he too insignificant?

However, her confusion had just begun, because Cai Ping was far more than Cai Ping was waiting for Qi Jing at the door.

As soon as Qi Jing saw Cai Ping, before he could walk two more steps, two more walked out of the darkness at the gate.

She didn't know the one who was fast moving forward. She was in her fifties and still wore a suit and shirt in a hot day, looking gentle. But compared to the doctor who was on the clinic and saw a doctor every day, there was a strong smell of copper between his eyebrows. Just like many big businessmen she had come into contact with, this person must be a wealthy man.

The other Yao Lu who was at the end was very familiar with him. It can be said that he has a very high reputation across the country and can almost be regarded as an evolutionary version of Cai Ping.

"Huang Xinghua?" Yao Lu swallowed with excitement, "Why is he here too? This kind of reception lineup is too strong. He also said that he is a slut. Even if the director of the first department comes, he will not let the two senior directors come out to greet him, let alone the famous savage tongue, Huang Xinghua..."

"Hey, I'm talking about girl." The driver finally spoke at this time, "Are you still leaving?"

"Oh, I'm leaving..."

"Then you close the car door!"

"Sorry, sorry." Yao Lu quickly pulled the car door and apologized in embarrassment.

The driver sighed: "Where will you go?"

"Go..." Yao Lu thought about it and looked out the window again.

"Girl, you can't park here, it's a big trouble to get fined and deduct points."

Yao Lu was stunned for a moment and finally reacted: "Well, let's not leave anymore. Uncle driver, how much does it cost now?"

"Don't... OK, okay." The driver felt sorry for the money he was about to get, but when she saw that she had decided to say much, she could only look at the price tag, "84."

"Okay, don't look for it." Yao Lu took out a 100 and handed it over, then got out of the car in a hurry.

The driver looked at the hundred-dollar bill in his hand and couldn't help but laugh and scolded, "Oh, what's the world now? How come a girl is chasing a boy? Why didn't I have such a good life back then?"

The taxi drove away, leaving Yao Lu alone at the door of the conference center.

She just wanted to see more about Cai Ping and Huang Xinghua's appearance, and to see from their reactions what Dr. Xu is capable of. But Yao Lu didn't expect that as soon as she got off the car, the four of them disappeared.

"What am I doing?" Yao Lu patted herself lightly and cursed secretly, "Ah! Yao Lu, are you stupid?"

If it were another doctor, she would definitely hand over a postcard to communicate with each other. If she could get the conversation, she would be able to get the other person's contact information as soon as possible. But now after a long time of work, she didn't even ask for a phone number.

Yao Lu looked at the building of the International Convention Center and sighed: "Forget it, let's go back."

......

Now Qi Jing is walking beside Huang Xinghua, with Cai Ping in front of him, and the other person in the suit on the other side is his old acquaintance, Ji Qing's father-in-law, Zhu Yan.

Qi Jing didn't expect to meet him here either.

However, the country's infrastructure capabilities are really strong. In just over half a year, his hospital has built a framework and has begun to adjust the internal structure and repair work. The next step is to consider various medical devices, and the next expo is exactly what Zhu Yan wants.

"I didn't expect Uncle Zhu to come to Beijing."

"I didn't expect you to be called by Professor Huang." Zhu Yan said with a smile while walking, "When I saw him at noon, I thought I had heard it wrong."

"You know each other?"

"Know, of course, know." Zhu Yan laughed, "Actually, Professor Huang commissioned me to build my own research institute last year, and those research equipment were all suppliers I helped find, and finally gave me an 80% discount."

"When the patient is solved, you can talk about this kind of thing anytime and anywhere." Huang Xinghua looked at Qi Jing coldly and said, "Go to Room 308 first, everyone else is waiting."

Room 308 is the high-end conference hall of the International Conference Center, and it is also the one with the most complete equipment. There are 48 fixed seats in the room, all equipped with simultaneous interpretation, projectors and professional conference audio equipment in the center. In order to be able to connect to the Internet, the staff specially helped to get on the network line and climbed over the wall.

According to the original plan, Qi Jing can rest for one night after he arrives and wait for the next morning before he needs to attend the consultation.

But as soon as he got off the plane, he received a message from Cai Ping. It turned out that at 10 pm in China, or 4 pm in Africa, Lin Zhixing had a skin biopsy. The one who helped provide biopsy equipment was a foreign medical team who had just arrived at their hospital. According to the examination speed, the results should be released now.

However, even though everyone was waiting for the results, Qi Jing's arrival still "opened the eyes" of these directors.

At least, people who can answer Huang Xinghua's three questions have to be at a disadvantage in terms of infection and parasites.

"Is the result a result?" Huang Xinghua asked as soon as he entered the door.

"not yet."

"The local environment is harsh, and it is understandable that the result will be slower."

"Should you wait..."

Time passed by minute by minute, and Qi Jing took this time to take a copy of Lin Zhixing's medical record and sat aside and read it.

Qi Jing looked at a seemingly simple medical record in his hand, but actually contained a lot of information, and murmured: "At least try changing to an anti-parasitic drug. What's the use of taking hormones? It's just a mess!"

Cai Ping sighed: "Who made him busy with work? The entire local internal medicine department has to rely on him."

"Aren't there still medical teams from several countries?"

"It's said it's a medical team, but the staffing is not enough. It's good to have five or six people in each team. Some people from the laboratory department have to be removed." Cai Ping explained, "And they change frequently. The fastest one is only three months, and they have to leave as soon as they become experienced. Like Director Lin, he is probably the only one who has worked in the local area for thirteen years."

Qi Jing doesn't agree with this approach, but Cai Ping has said this, so he doesn't have to say much.

It is said that doctors should know how to make selfless dedication and carry forward their dedication. This sentence is correct, but there must be a major premise.

People must first have their own wealth before they can devote this wealth to others. Lin Zhixing is a "poor" in the sense of health. In Qi Jing's opinion, it is almost the same as beggars. Just like this, how can you dedicate yourself to bring health to patients?

Cultivating an associate chief doctor requires decades and millions of educational funds. If something goes wrong, he will definitely not be the only one who suffers losses.

So from the beginning, he suggested that Lin Zhixing return to China and go to the CDC to conduct a slow investigation. But in the end, due to his own request, everything was temporarily suspended.

"Hi, good evening, all Chinese doctors." At this time, a blond and blue-eyed white doctor suddenly appeared on the projector screen, holding the test form in one hand and said in French, "Dr. Lin's biopsy results have come out."

“What is the result?”

The doctor looked at the document and said word by word: "Skeletal muscle tissue degeneration, interstitial fibrous tissue hyperplasia with eosinophil infiltration. We are considering eosinophilic fasciitis and continuing to treat hormones."

Listening to this result, Huang Xinghua frowned, and so many chief professors around him frowned: "Eosinophilic fasciitis?"

"What disease is this?"

"I'm not a dermatologist who can't understand the skin and muscle diseases."

Eosinophilic fasciitis knocked several major directors of non-dermatology diseases to the ground and had no chance to fight back. But in fact, this disease is easy to understand, it is similar to Lin Zhixing's skin biopsy results: there is degeneration of skeletal muscle tissue, and the muscle fascia has eosinophil infiltration.

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