There’s no need for his small clinic to buy an automatic number machine, at least for now.
Solving it the traditional way is more economical and practical.
Fortunately, the only one jumping the queue is a tattooed guy, most patients and their families are well-mannered people.
The consultations are continuing without any impact.
Tang Ping has already mopped up the spit from the tattooed guy and then sprayed disinfectant.
Sometimes, dealing with such people, there really isn’t much you can do.
If they cause damage or injure someone, you can call the police. But if they’re just being a nuisance by spitting, all you can do is clean it up and disinfect.
One by one, patients receive effective treatment, and the order is well maintained.
New patients come in and voluntarily line up at the back.
Judging by this, the total number of consultations this morning might exceed thirty.
Where did so many sick people come from in the Old Street of South City? Did they snatch patients from other clinics?
The sale of health supplements at the counter is quite good as well.
It’s not quite overcrowded, but there are a steady number of customers buying medicine.
"Doctor, my child is sick, has a bit of a runny nose, and had a fever yesterday, it should be a cold. Can you prescribe some cold medicine for us?"
"Let me examine the child first, then prescribe medicine accordingly."
Li Jingsheng noticed that the child was being held by the woman.
The couple had come together.
They looked about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old.
"The baby just managed to fall asleep, can you avoid waking him up? He was crying all night yesterday. Just prescribe some cold medicine for us."
The child’s mother said.
"Let me at least take the child’s temperature first to see if there’s a fever."
Li Jingsheng picked up an infrared ear thermometer, intending to take the child’s temperature first.
For a baby as young as just a few months, prescribing medicine is a very cautious matter.
"No need to take it, he’s just got a bit of a fever. Just prescribe the medicine directly."
The man pulled out a hundred-yuan bill, directly stopping him.
Li Jingsheng instinctively glanced at the couple, both of their eyes looked a bit odd. It felt like they were trying to sneak around like jackals ready to steal chickens.
A bit cunning, yet with a hint of ferocity.
Worried about waking the child, not allowing an examination is understandable. Some parents do indeed take their children very seriously.
But not even allowing a temperature check, and describing the symptoms so vaguely, only pushing the doctor to prescribe medicine, aren’t they afraid of giving their child the wrong medicine?
This makes no sense at all.
"Taking the ear temperature won’t wake the child."
Li Jingsheng patiently explained.
Of course, he was also testing the reaction of the other party.
To survive in the Old Street of South City, one must have extensive social experience. There is a deep guard against all kinds of tactics and tricks.
"I already said no need for measurement, it’s just a fever. Why isn’t this doctor listening at all? Hurry up and prescribe the medicine."

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