Chinese medicine: from rural hospitals to top three hospitals in Kyoto

Chapter 1013: Door of Hope (Part )

"Doctor Xia wants to treat me to a meal?" Gao Yingchu asked with a smile.

Xia Hongliang looked at Gao Yingchu's bright eyes, which were filled with obvious mischief, and his heart skipped a beat.

This girl was not only beautiful, but also had a cleverness that made her hard to fool. He had been in the love world for many years, but this was the first time he had encountered such a straightforward response that also had a hint of "undermining" meaning.

"Cough cough,"

Xia Hongliang cleared his throat, trying to regain some composure. "As for stories about devotion, they should naturally be told in a specific atmosphere, such as over a candlelight dinner. Telling them now would be a real downer."

"After get off work, 'worldly fireworks'? A new private restaurant has opened, the food is amazing, why not come and visit?"

Gao Yingchu picked up the exquisite breakfast box that Xia Hongliang brought, opened it and took a look. It was crab roe soup dumplings and soy milk from the time-honored Kyoto brand "He Shun Zhai", and the aroma was fragrant.

I have to say that Xia Hongliang is always successful when facing girls. In addition to his good looks, he is also very rich.

As the grandson of Xia Wenyao, Xia Hongliang is not short of money and is generous.

Most of the people Chen Yang recruited to Kyoto International Medical Center this time were not here for the salary, but for their dreams, or the prospects.

They care more about their achievements in medicine.

Many people talk about aristocratic families, aristocratic families. One thing we have to admit is that some young men from aristocratic families really have extraordinary pursuits.

On the contrary, those who come from a poor background, become rich after a long period of poverty, and suddenly hold a high position will be more obsessed with money.

Of course, some things cannot be generalized.

Gao Yingchu picked up a soup dumpling with a smile and took a bite without hesitation. The soup was delicious.

After taking a bite, Gao Yingchu said slowly, "Dr. Xia, thank you for breakfast. However, 'Human Fireworks' is too expensive. I, a newly hired assistant, can't afford to spend money on it. Besides, Sister Lulu told me to stay away from some 'walking peach trees' to avoid being hit by petals and having to clean them up."

"Puchi..." He Pengjun, who was listening with his ears perked up, couldn't help laughing out loud and quickly pretended to cough to cover it up.

Zhang Quanwu also lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders slightly.

Xia Hongliang's face was a little embarrassed. "Lulu? Wen Manlu? She...how could she slander my noble character like that! I was just warm, friendly, and helpful! Xiaoying, you can't just take her one-sided story. You have to feel it for yourself!"

"Yeah, I'm feeling it."

Gao Yingchu nodded, swallowed the soup dumpling, and said sincerely, "I feel your 'warmth and friendliness' this morning, Dr. Xia. The breakfast is delicious, thank you! As for feeling your 'noble character'..."

She drawled out her words and blinked, "A journey of a thousand miles tests a horse's strength, and time reveals a person's true character. Just take your time. I've just taken over the job, and I have a lot to do, including dinner. Another day, another day!"

Gao Yingchu's words were flawless. He didn't directly refuse to offend Xia Hongliang, but he also kept a proper distance and pointed out that his work was his priority.

Xia Hongliang hit a snag, but he couldn't insist, so he could only laugh dryly: "Okay, okay! You're busy, you're busy! Work is important! Then... then I'll leave first, call me anytime if you need anything!"

As soon as the door closed, He Pengjun smiled and shook his head: "This Doctor Xia is really... full of energy."

He turned to Gao Yingchu and said, "Xiaoying, you're amazing. I don't think Dr. Xia can get any advantage in front of you."

Gao Yingchu shrugged and continued eating breakfast. "Sister Lulu already warned me about this. Doctor Xia is the type who 'walks through a sea of flowers without getting a single leaf on him.' I don't want to be that leaf that gets blown away by the wind."

"Master He, let's quickly check the backend. We just took over the account, and the task is very arduous."

Zhang Quanwu also immediately got into the mood: "Yes, Teacher Chen instructed that we must be particularly careful in screening, especially those requests for help that are unclear or clearly inconsistent with medical common sense. We must handle them with caution."

The three of them quickly got to work.

On the huge computer screen, the account backgrounds of Chen Yang’s several major social platforms were displayed in split screens.

The number of unread private messages and requests for help in the comment section is astonishing.

The three of them quickly got busy.

"Master He, take a look at this."

Gao Yingchu pointed to a private message: "A seven-year-old girl had recurring high fevers and swollen and painful joints. She spent a long time at a local tertiary hospital undergoing tests and was suspected of having juvenile idiopathic arthritis. However, steroids and immunosuppressants were ineffective and had significant side effects. The parents were nearly devastated. The message was described in great detail, with photos of some of the medical reports attached."

He Pengjun leaned over to look at the text description and the blurry photo of the examination sheet, his brow furrowed. "Recurring high fever, swollen and painful joints... Using hormones and still no improvement? It sounds like quite a torment. Xiao Zhang, what do you think? Is this considered a difficult problem?"

Zhang Quanwu took a closer look. "The symptom description and initial examination are consistent with JIA (Childhood Infertility and Illness), but the treatment response is poor. A deeper differential diagnosis is indeed needed. Perhaps it's a unique type, or perhaps there are other comorbidities? This... I think we should mark it as 'pending professional evaluation' and forward it to Teacher Chen or a specialist in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine or Pediatrics."

"Okay! Mark the labels with emphasis on 'children' and 'poor efficacy'." He Pengjun nodded, and Gao Yingchu immediately started working.

Although they have just started working, they have already established a preliminary tagging system to quickly classify using colors and keywords.

Meanwhile, Zhang Quanwu also found a request for help: "There's a male patient in his fifties who's been experiencing progressive dysphagia for the past six months, which has gotten worse. He can only drink liquids and has lost nearly 30 pounds. He's been to several hospitals in his hometown, had gastroscopy and CT scans done, but no obvious tumor was found. He was diagnosed with achalasia, but dilation and Botox injections haven't been effective long-term. The patient is desperate."

"Achalasia...I can't eat and I've lost so much weight?"

He Pengjun frowned sympathetically. "I know a little about this disease. I've heard it's quite torturous. The cause can't be found, and the treatment is ineffective. It also meets the criteria for a difficult case. Label it 'Digestive', 'Functional Disorders', and 'Under Evaluation'."

The biggest advantage of He Pengjun, Gao Yingchu and Zhang Quanwu selected by Chen Yang is that they are responsible.

There are many people seeking medical treatment on this account. What Chen Yang least wants is to block this road. Although not everyone can get the opportunity to be treated for many patients seeking medical treatment, it also provides an extra door of hope.

After a busy morning, He, Pengjun and two others gathered the patients who had been initially screened together.

"Let's screen these again and verify the situation?" He Pengjun asked.

"Well, we have to do the preliminary work well. We can't ask Brother Chen about everything. Brother Chen is also very busy." Gao Yingchu nodded.