I listened to my sister's words today.

The doctors around were all concentrating on taking notes, their pens moving quickly across the paper.

The corridor outside the door was already packed with people. The doctors outside stood on tiptoe and stretched their necks, trying to peek into the room through the crack in the door.

In order to get a closer position, some people even argued with others in a low voice. There was even a young doctor who almost knocked over the medical equipment placed on the wall because of his excessive movements.

Those who were near the door desperately took a deep breath and tightened their abdomens, trying to squeeze themselves in a little bit.

When the people outside saw that the people inside were about to come out, they also made way for them, just like water flowing through a river.

Some looked fearful, while others expressed admiration.

They talked in low voices, but didn't dare to speak too loudly for fear of being heard.

Jiang Ling stood by the nurse's station, flipping through the medical records and roughly reading each page.

After a moment, he handed the medical records to the two assistants beside him.

"Just do it as you see fit."

The two assistants respectfully took the medical records and answered in unison, "Yes, Master."

Not far away, the dean was already standing nearby.

Seeing that Mr. Jiang had finished arranging the tasks, he stepped forward cautiously and said, "Mr. Jiang, thank you for your hard work."

"This child has been in our hospital for a long time, but we still haven't been able to find out what's wrong with him..."

Jiang Ling nodded calmly, his expression stern but his voice calm as usual.

"nothing."

"The family concealed the medical history, so it was not found out, which is normal."

After saying this, he turned and prepared to walk towards the elevator, his steps steady and his movements decisive.

Just as she pressed the elevator button, she found that the dean was still standing there, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Jiang Ling glanced sideways, raised his eyebrows, and a hint of sharpness appeared in his eyes: "What's wrong?"

The dean quickly put on a smile, rubbed his hands, and said a little embarrassedly: "Then... Mr. Jiang, I heard that you transferred a batch of medical equipment yesterday."

"So, can you give us one of these here?"

Jiang Ling raised his chin slightly, pondered for a moment, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

"I don't know about resource allocation, but based on your medical level, you should be allocated some."

Hearing this, the dean immediately breathed a sigh of relief, his face full of smiles.

"Okay, okay, thank you very much, Mr. Jiang!"

Jiang Ling just said "hmm" lightly, then turned and walked into the elevator.

The elevator door slowly closed, and those who were still outside looked at her back as if they were looking at a mountain, and could only look up.

I took the elevator to the first floor and walked out of the inpatient department. The cold air instantly hit me in the face, carrying with it a slight smell of disinfectant and medicine.

Ahead was a bustling outpatient building with noisy voices and hurried footsteps, and everyone's face was filled with fatigue and anxiety.

Looking up, I saw rows of self-service registration machines flashing cold blue and white light. Some people were operating them with their heads down, some were waiting anxiously, and some were discussing something in a low voice.

Jiang Ling went to the self-service registration machine, stared at the "Expert Clinic" column on the screen, and slid her finger across the portraits.

My eyes stopped at a familiar name - "Zhang Huilan, associate chief physician, specializes in the diagnosis and treatment of common pediatric diseases and difficult and complicated diseases."

After successfully registering, I followed the system's instructions, walked through the corridor, and passed through one clinic after another. The air was faintly filled with the crying of children and the sighs of parents.

The footsteps stopped in front of a door. The name "Zhang Huilan, Associate Chief Physician" was written neatly on the doorplate, and a low conversation could be heard faintly through the crack of the door.

He raised his hand and knocked gently on the door. 'Come in.'

A slow but gentle voice came from the door.

Pushing the door open, the clinic was decorated simply and neatly. Behind a clean desk, an old lady with gray hair and a kind face was sitting there, holding a red thermos cup in her hand with a few faded stickers on the cup.

He was taking a leisurely sip of water when he looked up, a look of confusion on his face.

"How's your child?" She put down the thermos, her voice filled with professional concern.

"Sorry to bother you, Doctor Zhang."

"I'm not here to see a doctor. I actually want to learn some advice from you."

The old lady was slightly startled, then narrowed her eyes, revealing a bit of surprise and astonishment: "Oh, isn't this Doctor Jiang?"

He leaned back slightly, raised his hand to take off his glasses and took a closer look, "That's too flattering for me."

There was a hint of ease and joy in her voice.

The atmosphere suddenly became much more relaxed. The old lady put down her cup and gestured towards the chair.

"Sit down and talk. You're young and promising. You must be very busy on weekdays, right?"

As soon as the old lady finished speaking, he followed her gesture and sat down on the chair opposite.

The old lady looked at me with a scrutinizing look, but more of it was satisfaction and curiosity: “You are quite good at talking.

However, I heard that you've done a lot of research on asthma in recent years, and even launched some international collaborative projects. Is that true?"

Jiang Ling was slightly stunned, then explained modestly: "We did participate in some international projects, but most of the credit goes to the team."

"Asthma research is making progress worldwide, and I'm just doing my part."

The old lady nodded, a hint of admiration in her eyes: "Oh, from your tone, you seem not only young and promising, but also know how to be low-key."

"No wonder Lao Liang thinks so highly of you."

"Professor Liang?" Jiang Ling was a little surprised and raised her eyebrows slightly. "You mean—Professor Liang Hong?"

"It's not him."

The old lady picked up the teacup and took a sip, seeming to be reminiscing thoughtfully.

"Last time Lao Liang came to my place, he mentioned you specifically, saying that you are young but have achieved a lot."

"You also said that your 'Asthma Precision Medicine' project in China has reached a critical stage."

"Professor Liang, you're too kind. In fact, the project has indeed encountered some bottlenecks."

"So... I came here this time to ask you a few questions."

"Oh? You want to ask me something?" Upon hearing this, the old lady immediately revealed a teasing smile.

"Don't you young people think that we old guys are no longer up to date?"

"How could that be? The experience of our predecessors is our most valuable asset, especially the 'three-step screening method' you proposed for the early diagnosis and treatment of asthma."

“It remains the benchmark for the industry.”

After hearing this, the old lady's eyes softened a little and she nodded slightly: "You are quite sweet-mouthed."

"Okay, since you said so, then go ahead and ask. Let's see what difficult question you want to ask."

Jiang Ling straightened up slightly, her expression becoming more serious. "This time, I'd like to ask you about the individualized treatment of 'refractory asthma.'"