Chapter 335 The Correct Way to Use [Sleep Card]

"Are you the doctor here?"

The old man in a suit said with a frown, looking at the young man sitting behind the desk in front of him who suddenly became serious, and said suspiciously.

"The number of levels here already explains the fact that non-internal personnel and general grassroots personnel cannot get up."

Fangran looked at him seriously and said the fact that he had just been taught by cramming in the morning. He implicitly confirmed his identity, but he just rolled his eyes and added inwardly.

It's just that I'm not the person you're looking for.

However, strictly speaking, today I am the senior decision-maker of the Sacred Heart Group. As a hospital in a medical enterprise, I can barely be regarded as half a doctor.

So I'm not lying...

Ahem, of course, if you cover your chest and suddenly belch in the next second, I will give you a 120 call immediately.

Hey, it seems like this is a hospital...

Fangran was thinking wildly in his mind, silently staring at the old man in a suit who was frowning for some reason and having a bad temper. He secretly changed it in his mind, if he suddenly wanted to burp, he would Just call Sister Xushu directly.

Don't, don't praise me, I am such a good young man who is upright (smelly), righteous (unkind), and kind (faced).

"So what do you want?"

If you are feeling sick and need me to call the emergency number for you, please do it as soon as possible~

Fangran nodded and said, his eyes conveying the meaning of seeing off guests, and then he looked at the meticulous old man in a suit and leather shoes, with his hair and beard well-groomed, silently unable to complain in his heart.

Although you always have the attitude of 'I owe you money and you want to hit me', it doesn't look like there is something wrong with your health at all.

puff!

etc!

I suddenly remembered, isn't this a non-medical area on the 20th floor?

Why did he call the doctor as soon as he came up?

With a mess of confusion in his heart, Fangran finally calmed down his aura as a 'white coat' and waited until the old man spoke.

When the old man in a suit saw Fangran getting into questioning mode, he didn't say much and sat directly on the chair opposite Fangran. The young man's assistant stood behind him with a wry smile.

The old man in a suit still had his brows furrowed, showing no anger or authority, with an aura of being in a high position. Then he looked at Fangran with turbid but profound eyes, and spoke slowly:

"I have earned a lot of money in my life."

Fangran: "..."

(long silence)

Oh, that's it. Come and see the guests off.

Fangran listened to these simple, crude, concise, and clear words with an expressionless face. The corners of his mouth twitched as he thought, and then he covered his face inwardly.

puff....

Uncle, your words are the most fresh, refined and unpretentious opening remarks I have heard this year.

We can have a good chat, do you dare to be more upright?

Seeing Fangran listening to him without saying a word, the old man in a suit thought that he was listening carefully, and then continued to speak, saying with some emotion and helplessness:

"Since I was a child, I have been smarter than others. I can see money, grasp money, and make money."

Fangran: "..."

puff!

Uncle, you can really be more upright!

Are you going to say next that you will be particularly good at making money when you grow up?

“Then by the time I was in my twenties, my company was making over a million dollars a month.”

Fangran: "..."

alright, you win....

Fangran felt a dull pain somewhere in his heart. He felt like he was about to cry without tears when he was suddenly twisted around his waist.

So, uncle, what are you here to do?

You didn't sleep at noon. Did you come here to prick my heart?

Fangran looked at this man in a suit with a complex expression. He was smart and made money when he was a child. He also knew how to make money when he grew up. He made a lot of money in his life.

"I'm actually a person who doesn't have very high material needs. At first, I worked hard to make money out of the vanity of my youth when I longed for a sense of achievement and social status."

The old man in a suit rubbed his eyebrows,

Finding that his frown was not relieved, he let out a long sigh of distress.

"Then I realized that after making so much money, I didn't feel very happy when I looked at the string of figures. It wasn't even as happy as when I was a kid and earned 90 yuan a month by collecting scraps. .”

Fangran: "Oh." (indifferent)

What a coincidence, I always feel like I have heard something similar to this somewhere...

"Slowly, I found that I was becoming busier and busier, with less and less time, and my mood was becoming more and more abnormal. My family said that I was becoming more and more serious, anxious, impatient, and bad-tempered. .”

Fangran had a serious face and nodded seriously.

Well, your family is right.

"At first, I thought it was just that I was under too much work pressure in those years and it would be fine if I took a break, but who would have imagined..."

Speaking of this, the old man in a suit started to rub his brow tiredly again, closing his eyes, with deep bags under his eyes, and the circles under his eyes made him look very haggard.

"After I relaxed my work and relaxed my rest time, I found that the situation was worse."

With a long sigh, the old man in a suit suddenly stooped down. Although he was still frowning at this moment, he no longer had the aura of looking for a fight when he first entered the door.

At this time, the young assistant behind him said with a wry smile and continued to explain for the old man in the suit:

"At that time, the chairman found that he was always very restless, restless, irritable and unstable in his free time. Even after taking a break, there was no relief at all. He could not help but worry about the company's situation."

"We tried to persuade him many times, but to no avail. The chairman himself knew it, but he just couldn't control it. Only then did we realize that the chairman might be ill."

After saying that, the young assistant looked at Fangran, wanting to hear his opinion, and then he saw...

Fangran: "Yeah."

Simple and clear, concise and concise, enigmatic and incomprehensible.

youth:"......"

Forehead...

Is your 'um'...?

There was no other way. The young assistant could only bite the bullet and continue to sigh and say:

"Well...after that, the chairman's condition became more and more serious. He was even anxious to the point of paranoia. He always felt that he was in crisis and had to do his best to do something."

"This kind of mental disorder of not being able to take time off has become more and more serious as the chairman gets older. In the past, he could use medicine to control it a little, and even added some group chats to communicate and try health-preserving methods. , but gradually it became useless.”

The young assistant looked at the old man who was still tired but did not loosen his eyebrows and said helplessly:

"We have consulted many foreign doctors, and they all say that this is a very common neurasthenia-like illness, which can be effectively relieved by a good sleep, but..."

"However, it seems that my body was damaged by being too busy when I was young. I have suffered from severe insomnia since then."

The old man in a suit looked at the young man in front of him and said. His stern face did not look like he wanted to sleep, but his eyes were indeed sleepy and muddy.

"At first, it was just that I couldn't sleep. Later, I felt so uncomfortable and anxious that I turned back and forth and couldn't sleep. In recent years, I can only wait for my body to be unable to hold on anymore before I can sleep for a while, but I will wake up soon."

He stretched out his arm and pulled open the sleeves of his suit. There were traces of injection needle holes all over them, and he shook his head helplessly.

"In the past year, I have been relying on injections of tranquilizers to make myself fall asleep. Even so, I have not slept well. After waking up, I have no feeling of relief at all, only an uncomfortable hollow feeling, that feeling of not being at ease. ..”

"so...."

Fang Ran, who was sitting behind the desk in a white coat, had a twitching expression on his face. He looked at the two people who had talked a lot, and hesitantly spoke with his brows twitching and the corners of his mouth twitching:

"Uncle, are you here to cure insomnia?"

The old man in a suit and the young assistant were both stunned, and then the assistant standing behind had a troubled face. He always felt something was strange, but he couldn't explain it yet and nodded:

"Well... I heard that the Sacred Heart Group has a very famous psychiatrist, so we passed by the capital this time and specially..."

"Okay, don't say anything, come on, uncle, do this."

The old man in a suit was frowning because of such a long introduction, and was simply summed up as insomnia by the other party (although he was frowning all the time). He felt that the other party was frivolous and careless. He neither cared about his medical records nor asked about his situation. There is no explanation, unlike a qualified psychiatrist.

I saw the young man in a white coat sitting opposite me, taking out a cup of brown liquid from somewhere, and placing it in front of me with a 'dang' sound.

"This is..."

Just as the young assistant was about to ask what it was, he saw that the impatient and grumpy old man in a suit had finished the cup of brown liquid, and then...

Bang!

He fell down directly on the table, snoring from his deep sleep.

"Hoo ho ho!!! Zzzz...."

The young assistant looked at this sudden scene with a confused expression, then suddenly turned to look at the young man in a white coat sitting behind the desk, and said with incredible shock:

"Aren't you a psychiatrist!? What did you give the chairman to drink! What if such a powerful sleeping effect has side effects..."

"Oh, originally I wanted to persuade you to go to the lower hospital area after hearing the symptoms..."

After all, I was a fake doctor without a license.

Looking at the old man in a suit who was already snoring like thunder, Fangran said with a sigh, and then hearing the worried words of the young assistant, he was speechless and used [Chuangpai] to conjure a cup of Xuanmai Ganjie, and took a sip.

But if you can, help Sister Su Xus deal with it. After all, Sister Su Xus was taking care of her when she was stunned twice before.

"This cup can clear away heat and nourish yin, eliminate phlegm and soothe the throat. It is used for yin deficiency and excessive fire, rising fire, dry mouth and nose, and sore throat. The granules made of pure Chinese herbal medicines such as Scrophulariaceae, Ophiopogon japonicus, licorice, and platycodon are my best choice. The treasure of the house, side effects? Ha, it doesn’t exist.”

Drinking the treasure of his house, the 'Magical Young Man Old Chinese Medicine Doctor', he glanced at the young assistant who was suspicious of the side effects, and spoke with a arrogant sneer, his eyes full of disdain that swept across Lily.

"Also, I am not a psychiatrist. Please don't call me that. Our Chinese medicine is profound and profound. A simple illness like insomnia can be cured by medicine!"

The young assistant's mouth opened unconsciously, with a confused look on his face.

Wait, did I just hear that granules can clear away heat, nourish yin, and relieve sore throat? What does this have to do with treating insomnia?

By the way, traditional Chinese medicine in China has developed to such a powerful stage! ?

If we had known earlier, why would we have to go abroad for diagnosis and treatment?

Looking at the unexpectedly young man in a white coat in front of him, if this floor was not as he said, no one else could enter, and his identity would be suspected, the assistant looked inexplicably shocked.

But in the end, he saw Fangran's face showing a very melancholy expression, and he hesitated to say something to himself, but said seriously:

"Next time you come to see a doctor, remember to get right to the point and don't use those fancy opening remarks to hurt your heart."

Young assistant: "..."