I Can Hear the Heart's Voice of Traditional Chinese Medicine-Chapter 106 - 56: That Patient Might Not Be Alive Anymore

Chapter 106: Chapter 56: That Patient Might Not Be Alive Anymore

Wu Liguo took a breath and said, "Old Wang, let me ask something, don’t get mad. It’s not that I don’t believe, but are you sure a Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor in their twenties has such great skills? Could it be that Li Qinxue’s urinary retention was just a blind cat hitting a dead mouse? Also, let’s not even mention such a young Traditional Chinese Medicine Doctor, even the big names at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital probably wouldn’t dare say they can cure Li Qinxue’s severe urinary retention."

Wang Youqing rolled his eyes at him: "Old Wu, I’m not criticizing you, but your thinking is problematic. If Dr. Lu were really like a blind cat hitting a dead mouse, do you think so many people would be seeking his help?

Moreover, it’s getting more crowded, and basically, all the appointments for the week after next are fully booked, and we have to add extra slots every day. I’m just worried that if this keeps up, scalpers might start taking over Dr. Lu’s appointments."

Wu Liguo spread his hands: "It’s not that I don’t believe it, but if you tell this to anyone, they’d probably have the same doubts as I do. If you don’t believe me, just ask Old Xiao and the others; they can’t have no doubts about this, right?"

Wang Youqing also looked helpless: "I know you guys don’t believe it, I didn’t believe it at the start either. But over this past half month, I’ve witnessed Dr. Lu’s skills. Among the Traditional Chinese Medicine Doctors I’ve seen or heard of, his medical skills and abilities are absolutely top-notch. And there’s no reason for me to lie to you. Dr. Lu’s reputation will inevitably become well-known throughout Yong City. By then, even if I wanted to hide it, I couldn’t."

With Wang Youqing having said so much, there’s no reason for anyone not to believe.

But inside, there’s still a bit of discomfort.

Just then, a deputy chief physician from the Ninth Hospital suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence in the room: "Old Wang, you’re making this sound mystical. I might just go to your Health Center and take a look."

Wang Youqing looked at him: "Hasn’t your mother been unwell for a long time, and hasn’t gotten much effect after many hospital visits? I really think you should register with Dr. Lu and bring your mother to our Health Center for a check-up."

The other person was tempted, then frowned: "Didn’t you just say that all the recent appointments have been fully booked?"

Wang Youqing realized that was true and thought for a moment before saying, "How about I ask Dr. Lu for you, see if he can find some time to check on your mom? She’s also quite old, and it’s not convenient for her to travel to the Health Center. But I can’t promise anything; we’ll have to see if Dr. Lu is available."

"No worries, Dr. Lu’s schedule comes first. At worst, I’ll just book an appointment in advance," the other person said nonchalantly, tempted but aware that his mother is quite old, and even if Dr. Lu is as skilled as Wang Youqing claims, there’s no guarantee he can cure her.

"Old Wang, if this Dr. Lu is so skilled, shouldn’t he be at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital? How did he end up at your Health Center?" Wu Liguo said as he raised a cup of alcohol and drank it down.

"It’s a long story."

Wang Youqing sighed.

Seeing that Wang Youqing didn’t want to elaborate, Wu Liguo wisely didn’t press further. It was obviously not a good thing, otherwise, he wouldn’t need to ask, and Wang Youqing would have already told the story.

"Come on, let’s not talk about this anymore. Everyone, let’s drink."

It was Zhou Qihua who brought the gathering back to its main theme.

"Drink, drink."

"Old Xiao, you need to drink a penalty cup."

"Alright, I’ll drink a penalty cup myself."

Having achieved his purpose, Xiao Boheng looked hearty as he lifted his cup and downed it in one go.

"Old Xiao, impressive drinking ability. I really didn’t see before that you could drink so much. Here, let me toast you." Wu Liguo raised his cup towards Xiao Boheng.

Xiao Boheng rolled his eyes and said irritably: "Wu Liguo, you won’t stop until you see me being carried out today, will you? Are you not afraid my wife will chase you to the hospital and scold you?"

Mentioning Xiao Boheng’s fierce wife, Wu Liguo instinctively shrank back, having experienced the "terror" of her keeping Xiao Boheng on a tight leash. If she really came to the hospital, he figured he might as well not go to work. Otherwise, within a day, his name would be known throughout the whole medical community of Yong City.

If it were a good reputation, it would be alright, but if it were bad, Wu Liguo shuddered at the thought.

"Old Xiao, you’re going too far using your wife as an excuse not to drink. Who would dare to drink with you now?" the deputy chief joked.

Clearly, everyone had experienced the ferocity of Xiao Boheng’s wife.

Seeing everyone looking at each other, Xiao Boheng felt very complicated, as his reputation of being henpecked was deeply ingrained.

Thinking about this, Xiao Boheng raised his glass to Wu Liguo: "Come on, Old Wu, drink."

Wu Liguo’s eyes lit up: "Old Xiao, did you eat bear’s heart and leopard’s gall before going out today?"

"I informed my wife beforehand."

Hearing this, Wu Liguo shook his head: "I thought Old Xiao had become courageous, but who knew..."

"Are you going to drink or not?"

"If not, I’ll drink with someone else."

"Drink, drink, drink!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

After another round of pushing drinks, everyone began to talk about their recent experiences.

However, doctors’ experiences are not fun like ordinary people’s outings; they mostly involve cases they’ve encountered themselves.

Especially when they encounter rare and difficult diseases, they’ll share them to prevent being stumped in future consultations.

Moreover, the people present were all experts in the medical field, and although they each had their specialties, they were mostly well-versed in other areas too. There was hardly any situation where they didn’t understand anything, and one could say they understood nearly all of it.

"Old Xiao, why don’t you start?" Wu Liguo nudged Xiao Boheng with his mouth.

Xiao Boheng glanced at everyone, "Recently, I haven’t encountered any noteworthy cases, except for the urinary retention case we just talked about."

"If we had someone from urology, we could have a discussion. While we’re not laymen, it’s flattering to say we can discuss this disease," Wu Liguo rolled his eyes before others could speak.

Xiao Boheng turned to Wu Liguo: "Speaking of which, your emergency department is busy!"

Wu Liguo shrugged: "There’s not much to say about the Ninth Hospital. It’s mostly acute cholecystitis, urinary stones, external injuries, traumas, fractures, and severe wound bleeding. More serious cases are all sent to the City First and Second Hospitals — they don’t reach our Ninth Hospital. Old Xiao, you’re touching a raw nerve."

No one said anything about his remark, as it was truthful.

The Ninth Hospital isn’t ranked high in Yong City’s healthcare system, with not many skilled doctors, and most severe emergency cases are generally sent to the City First Hospital.

Of course, that doesn’t mean the Ninth Hospital doesn’t have any skilled doctors at all.

In fact, those who become chief physicians, especially those in charge of a department, generally have decent medical skills and abilities. Sometimes what they may lack is experience.

But there’s no helping it; the more skilled the doctor, the more patients they see, and the more clinical experience they gain.

It may seem cruel to many, but in the medical field, that’s the reality.

And just as Wu Liguo finished speaking, everyone’s gaze turned to Zhou Qihua.

Zhou Qihua seemed to have anticipated this situation and looked at everyone with some helplessness: "Shall I say something?"

"Old Zhou, we were waiting for you to say that."

Everyone laughed heartily.

After a moment of thought, Zhou Qihua’s eyes suddenly lit up as he recalled a patient he saw a few days ago, "A few days ago, our emergency department did receive a quite special patient, but speaking of it, it’s been so long now, that patient might have already passed away."

He couldn’t help but sigh after saying that.

As a doctor, knowing a patient can only await death and being powerless, the feeling of frustration and pain can only be truly understood by the attending doctor.

Hearing that the patient might already be deceased, everyone’s breath caught, and their expressions were similarly tinged with a hint of sadness.

But they soon returned to normal.

Death has become commonplace for them as doctors, especially for those in emergency medicine, who needed to grow a thick skin.