The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

Chapter 158 Doctor

"Not seen?" A faint voice laughed.

Ding Hong shook his head bitterly: "Your trip will be in vain."

Half an hour ago, after receiving treatment from the general practitioner on duty in the building, An Yi told Li Guanjia that she wanted to have a good rest and went straight back to her bedroom. After Dr. Jin arrived, Li Guanjia went to persuade her twice but both times to no avail. Ding Hong thought about it and stopped forcing her.

"Was it in vain? Do you want to default on your debt?" The man sat up straight from the sofa, pretending to be angry.

"Not only that, I will also give you a bottle of good wine to express my apology." Ding Hong sat opposite and crossed his legs without caring about his image.

"It's a deal, I want to choose it myself!"

Seeing Ding Hong nod helplessly, the other party laughed heartily: "Haha, then I hope to make more free trips, get money and drink wine." The joking man was about thirty years old, wearing a suit and leather shoes, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and had a strong bookish air. This person was the doctor friend mentioned by Ding Hong - Jin Ling.

Next to him stood a medical assistant and a nurse, both women. The medical assistant wore a long, loose white coat, which was obviously Dr. Jin's "battle suit", and at his feet were two medical boxes, one large and one small.

"You guys go back to the car and wait, I'll leave after chatting for a few more minutes." Jin Ling instructed the two people next to him.

Ding Hong arranged for Butler Li to send the person out.

Doctor Jin spoke only after the door was gently closed: "Since the doctor said that there is nothing serious, I think it will not be any different if I diagnose him. I have read the diagnosis. Not only is his blood sugar low, but his blood pressure is also low..."

"Low blood pressure?"

Doctor Jin affirmed: "Yes. The two have similar clinical manifestations, such as dizziness, palpitations, and fatigue, but they are completely different in nature, and the treatments are naturally different. Also, did she move too quickly when she stood up?" After getting Ding Hong's confirmation, Doctor Jin nodded: "Patients with low blood pressure should pay special attention to moving slowly when changing from lying, sitting or squatting positions to standing, so as to avoid sudden lack of blood supply to the brain."

"In addition to hypoglycemia and low blood pressure, is she also suffering from insufficient blood supply to the brain?" Ding Hong couldn't believe it.

"The symptoms are very mild, there is no big problem, don't worry. Don't ask me to prescribe medicine! There is no specific medicine, it is nothing more than relieving symptoms. The key is to maintain a healthy diet, increase the amount of exercise appropriately, have a good mood, and pay special attention to the quality of sleep."

Seeing Ding Hong silent, he realized that he must have known what he said a long time ago. He suddenly remembered something and asked hurriedly, "Have you made an appointment with Doctor Ju?"

"Yes, this afternoon."

Dr. Jin habitually touched his clean-shaven, beard-free chin and said, "You even turned away an internist like me, so I'm afraid you won't even see a psychologist, right?"

Ding Hong was silent for a while before saying, "Then I'll cancel it and make another appointment another day. Unlike you, if I let Dr. Ju go for nothing, it would be inappropriate even if I pay the consultation fee. What's more, I have to rely on your favor."

"You underestimate our endurance and professionalism. If they can afford a private doctor, especially one of our level, their clients are either rich or noble, and there are many strange situations. Today's incident is really not worth mentioning. Especially their experience in the psychiatric department is more exciting. So, it is said that the people who need psychologists the most are psychologists."

He was full of sarcasm, but then he said seriously: "Speaking of this, I have an idea."

Ding Hong made a polite gesture of "please speak".

"Role playing, you know?"

Ding Hong seemed to be thinking about something.

Doctor Jin explained: "Didn't you say that you would arrange for that person to do physical exercises and massage every day? Let Dr. Ju come with the relevant trainer or technician and say that he is... an assistant. When the person is in a relaxed state, asking about his condition under the guise of chatting will definitely be more effective than a serious consultation."

Ding Hong's eyes lit up and he immediately praised it highly.

"You're too flattering!" Doctor Jin shook his head: "This is Dr. Ju's own experience. I've heard her share several successful cases. Don't get me wrong, she shared it in accordance with professional ethics." He laughed and joked: "There's a reason why Dr. Ju's consultation fee is higher than ours. It's too confusing!"

"Okay, I'll talk to her later." Ding Hong finally looked a little relieved. "I saw the email you replied to. You see, she had another health problem today. This is the second time in a few days. In addition to the in-depth examinations recommended in the email, are there any other items that need to be done?"

Jin Ling raised his eyebrows: "It's easy to give advice, but... can you persuade her? I noticed that she gave up some items in her routine physical examination."

"I know what you mean. She said she had it checked last year and doesn't want to do it more often."

When signing the agreement on Sunday and confirming the medical examination items, An Yi refused without any room for negotiation. Ding Hong was in the wrong anyway, so he readily agreed, thinking that he could just arrange it when their relationship got closer in the future.

Thinking back, Jin Ling was shaking his head in disapproval: "Last year, it was said that a checkup once a year was the minimum, especially for gynecology, half a year is not too much."

As he spoke, he observed Ding Hong's expression calmly. Although they had known each other since childhood, after all, Ding Hong was an important client of his Jin family. A few jokes were harmless, but offending him was absolutely unacceptable.

Ding Hong did not comment: "This is a problem for me to solve, just give me your professional advice."

"Boss Ding is so domineering!" Jin Ling gave a thumbs up with a crooked smile: "A few more friendly reminders: Several projects on the digestive system have very high requirements for medical equipment and environment, and must be completed in the hospital. In addition, considering the physical condition of the person, it would be safer to stay in the hospital for a day for tests such as cardiovascular and cerebrovascular tests."

Seeing Ding Hong's face darken, Dr. Jin couldn't help but feel a little sympathy, but more of a gloating. He stood up and patted Ding Hong on the shoulder: "Hurry up and arrange a good scene with Dr. Ju. I'm leaving." At the same time, he silently wished Dr. Ju well, hoping that this bone would not be so difficult to chew.

"By the way, remember that I am abroad now." Ding Hong reminded.

Jin Ling raised his eyebrows and then extended a finger: "Add another bottle!"

Ding Hong was amused.

After seeing Jin Ling off, Ding Hong came to the corridor and looked at the closed door opposite for a long time in silence.

"Boss Ding." Butler Li pushed open the door from An Yi's side, and when he saw Ding Hong, he hurried forward to report: "Miss An has taken the nutrient solution, and is in good condition now. I can see that her face has some color. She is still resting in bed. I asked about the lunch menu, and Miss An said that she wanted to eat some simple and easy-to-eat vegetable porridge, and she personally explained the method: first use ordinary rice to cook the porridge, and at the same time stir-fry the shredded vegetables with oil until they are cooked. For the vegetables, just choose ordinary cabbage. She also specifically instructed not to add any precious ingredients or medicinal materials, and not to add broth to enhance the flavor. The porridge does not need to be boiled too finely, just enough. Sprinkle some salt before serving, and don't add anything else. The more homely the better."

Ding Hong frowned and said nothing, still staring at the explosion-proof armored door panel, as if he could see through it and see the people inside, his eyes were as sharp as knives.

Butler Li stood there anxiously. When he saw Mr. Ding looking at him again, he reacted quickly and continued, "I advised her to order a few more dishes. Besides, the lunch was already prepared. I asked her if it could be served together with the porridge. Miss An refused firmly. She only wanted the porridge she said. If she saw the pile of cups and plates, it would affect her appetite. So I didn't force her."

Ding Hong listened attentively, thought for a moment and finally sighed: "Forget it, listen to her, you quickly arrange it."

"Don't worry, I've already passed the request to the kitchen. Miss An didn't allow me to stay nearby, so I thought I'd report to you and then rush to the kitchen to keep an eye on it to make sure the food doesn't get messed up."

"Very good, send the ginseng tea from last night along with it. It would be best if you can have a few sips." Ding Hong reminded him, then remembered Jin Ling's suggestion and said, "All plans for today are on hold. I have other plans for the afternoon... I will let you know later."

Back in the study, Ding Hong made a long phone call, and during the call, he also added Li Guanjia to the conversation. He hung up after the three parties confirmed that everything was fine. He stood up and walked to the window, looking at the lake that was always as quiet as a mirror, and his mood was somewhat relieved.

An Yi, you have wasted so much of my time and energy. It's not worth it!

Not worth it... Not worth it... These three words kept lingering in Ding Hong's mind, but he couldn't convince himself no matter what.

I was really possessed by a demon! I was bewitched by a ghost! I got my retribution!

Just then, a text message alert sounded. Ding Hong picked up his phone to check: everything had been arranged.

Good, very good. An Yi, I have never given up on women. You wait and see.

Inside the SPA room.

"Dear guest, please relax and leave your body to me." A petite middle-aged woman with a somewhat stiff Mandarin but a soft voice was comforting An Yi.

Thai? Both his appearance and figure are very Southeast Asian, and he said "Sawadee Ka" when he first met her with his hands clasped together. One of the two female assistants around him should also be Thai, and the other...

"Hello, I'm the account manager and translator of the SPA center. This is the first time for these two Thai employees to serve you, and we are very afraid that there may be something wrong." The person who spoke was wearing a modified Thai professional suit. He had a kind and friendly face and was about the same age as himself.

An Yi lay on the bed and nodded with difficulty, closing her eyes to enjoy the service, although she didn't want to enjoy it. Unexpectedly, the masseur didn't touch her directly with her hands, but wore a pair of thick and warm towel gloves to massage her from the back of her head, shoulders and neck very slowly. At the same time, the Thai assistant was gently tapping her foot acupuncture points with a soft hammer with a bell hanging on it.

Although An Yi was curious, she did not look up, let alone ask. She did not want to communicate with anyone in the building. There was no need.

The only thing that amazed her was the ringing and clanging of the bells. Not only was it not disturbing, it seemed to have a hypnotic effect. Soon after, she felt comfortable and drowsy and just wanted to sleep. Unfortunately, the account manager would ask her how she felt from time to time. The masseur was hired by their boss at a high price. The masseur wanted to ask her how she slept last night. The masseur said that the concave joints here represent... The masseur also said...

Anyi responded intermittently until she really fell asleep with the soft caress and the ringing of the bell.

In the reception room, the account manager had changed back into her real professional suit. It was undoubtedly Doctor Ju. She was analyzing the diagnosis of the patient to Ding Hong while flipping through the notebook in her hand.

"Miss An is very wary, and the results of using sound and soothing hypnosis are limited. You said that she is averse to smells and touch, and my decision to give up aromatherapy and acupressure hypnosis is very correct. In any case, there is very little useful information obtained from the conversation. Instead, as I just analyzed the traces on her body, I concluded that the situation is not optimistic."

Ding Hong's eyes darkened and he pinched his brows. Doctor Ju had already left, but he was still sitting in the reception room, as if he was still listening to the results of Doctor Ju's diagnosis.

In fact, when Dr. Ju mentioned the word "self-harm", Ding Hong could no longer hear anything else, so Dr. Ju had to provide psychological counseling for Ding Hong first, and then repeat it again after his emotions stabilized.

Self-mutilation, he has actually started to self-mutilate. Ding Hong sneered.

There are scratches on the inner side of the upper arm and from the hip to the thigh, large and small, deep and shallow, with new scratches covering old ones.

If it weren't for this impromptu hypnotic massage, if it weren't for the short-sleeved and short-short design of the massage suit, if it weren't for Dr. Ju's rich medical experience and meticulous observation...

Otherwise, who would know that you are seeking death? Do you know that you are seeking death?