University Doctor and His Fragile Patients-Chapter 237 - 212: Fever on and off for 2 years—do you think acetaminophen is enough? (2)

After Chen Mu squeezed into the crowd.

The first thing he did.

Wasn't to inquire about the patient's condition, nor to check the patient's pulse.

But forcefully.

Turned the patient's face around from where it was resting.

—

"What the heck? Just left the school hospital, and someone's lying at the entrance?"

"Although this guy is a bit hard-headed, now I genuinely feel that Hai City University is a bit spooky?"

"Didn't you hear what was said earlier, the breathing difficulties have been going on for over a year and haven't seen a doctor, is that also the school's fault?"

"Actually, encountering such uncooperative patients, doctors really have a headache."

"If the patient doesn't care about their own health, even Hua Tuo might be helpless..."

"..."

—

"Dr. Chen!"

Seeing Chen Mu appear in front of him.

A fleeting look of guilt crossed Che Liang's face.

But soon.

Che Liang still clasped Chen Mu's hands, looking at him with a pleading expression.

"Dr. Chen, you know, I have a part-time job soon..."

"Can you give me an acupuncture treatment, let me leave first?"

Chen Mu: "..."

Before he could speak.

The two white coats from Hai City Medical University were already red-eyed with anger.

"Give you an acupuncture treatment and let you leave?"

"If you're so capable, why don't you give yourself acupuncture and then go?"

"Your lung sounds don't seem normal, at worst it's a lung issue!"

Just as the male student finished speaking.

The female student in the white coat beside him couldn't help but speak up.

"Staying here to see a doctor could at least save your life!"

"You want to go to your part-time job?"

"To put it bluntly, even if we really let you go now!"

"In your current state, whether you can even make it to your part-time job is a mystery!"

After the girl finished speaking.

Chen Mu clearly saw more signs of struggle on Che Liang's face.

Under normal circumstances.

When doctors come to help and speak to sick students like this.

Chen Mu would choose to step in and stop them.

But this time...

Chen Mu chose to remain silent.

People like Che Liang, stubborn like a mule, need someone to scold them awake!

Seeing Che Liang's struggling appearance.

The girl in the white coat grew even angrier.

"Did you find my words harsh?"

Che Liang looked at the girl.

Didn't you think those words harsh?

The girl sneered, "Well, sorry! I have harsher words waiting for you!"

Che Liang looked at her in disbelief.

Which university are you from, this method is too wild, isn't it?

Treating patients, you say things like that?

The girl sneered, "In your current state, you might be able to earn money, but not live to spend it!"

Che Liang started to breathe heavily.

—

"Oh my gosh! It might be satisfying to scold him, but..."

"But wouldn't he be scolded into a life-threatening situation?"

"Just a reminder to the newbie, even if some patients deserve a scolding, if you cause a problem, the family can hold you legally accountable."

"Your heart might be in the right place, but the outcome..."

"..."

—

Seeing that Che Liang's condition wasn't right.

Chen Mu squatted directly next to Che Liang.

Checking his pulse with one hand.

From his pocket with the other hand, he pulled out an unused, disposable mask.

Handing it to the girl in the white coat, "Put the mask on!"

It was the first time the girl in the white coat had seen such a scene, clumsily took the disposable mask.

Her hands were trembling so much, she couldn't even put on the mask.

Finally.

Su Bingbing stepped forward to help.

"Thank you, Dr. Chen..."

"Dr. Chen, is it because of me..."

The girl looked anxiously at the patient on the ground, still gasping.

Chen Mu let go of Che Liang's wrist, "Reporter Su, the acupuncture kit, infrared forehead thermometer."

"Okay, Dr. Chen!" Su Bingbing responded.

Taking advantage of the moment when Su Bingbing was looking for the items, Chen Mu glanced at the girl in the white coat.

Slightly furrowing her brow, she said, "It has nothing to do with you. Don't always try to take everything upon yourself in the future..."

The livestream camera behind them was still on.

Some of the things the girl said might not have been thought through.

But there's a good chance it could be recorded by picky listeners.

Uploaded online for a word-by-word analysis, like a reading comprehension exercise.

"Dr. Chen, the patient has a fever of thirty-eight degrees."

When Chen Mu took the acupuncture kit, the male student in a white coat next to him automatically took the forehead thermometer from Su Bingbing's hand.

He took Che Liang's temperature.

After Chen Mu inserted two needles.

Che Liang's breathing eased.

"Dr. Chen, there's fever medication in my pants pocket..."

Upon hearing his own temperature.

Che Liang looked more embarrassed.

But realizing that he might indeed not be able to leave the school hospital for a while.

Che Liang's mindset became less agitated.

Chen Mu reached into Che Liang's pocket and took out the fever medicine he mentioned.

Acetaminophen tablets.

This guy is quite economical, buying medicine produced by Northeast Pharmaceuticals.

On the market, many fever medications sell for thirty or forty per box.

Only Northeast Pharmaceuticals.

Twenty acetaminophen tablets (commonly known as paracetamol) for just two yuan per strip.

This item is rarely seen in Hai City.

The fact that he got it shows he went to great lengths to save money.

He lifted his hand and put the acetaminophen tablets back into Che Liang's pocket.

Chen Mu turned to look at the large group of white coats behind him, "I need two men to bring over a stretcher."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking.

Two men really appeared before Chen Mu carrying a stretcher.

"Dr. Chen, we've had the stretcher ready."

Chen Mu nodded, "First, move him to the observation room, the room Secretary Lu just brought you to see me."

The two students nodded solemnly.

They skillfully moved Che Liang onto the stretcher, then lifted him steadily.

Lying on the stretcher, Che Liang nervously tugged at Chen Mu's sleeve, "Dr. Chen, why didn't you give me the fever medicine?"

Chen Mu: "..."

He didn't directly answer Che Liang's question but instead asked, "I've seen many patients, and typically, only one type of person carries fever medication with them."

"Those with intermittent fever who know they might have a fever at any time."

"Che Liang, I need to know how long your intermittent fever has lasted."

Che Liang remained silent.

While Chen Mu was still frustrated with the patient's lack of cooperation.

A female voice came from behind: "A year and a half!"

"I first saw him take fever medicine a year and a half ago!"

—

"What? This duration is almost matching Yan Zhi's?"

"Give it a rest! At least Yan Zhi has always been actively seeking treatment!"

"Seeing this guy, I finally understand what it means to choose money over life!"

"He's had a fever for a year and a half, and even with a doctor willing to treat him, he won't go, but still takes part-time jobs..."

"Could you stop criticizing? He might have his own hardships needing money so badly?"

"..."

—

Lan Lan appeared to have rushed back in a hurry.

Her breathing was still slightly labored.

But looking at Che Liang on the stretcher, her expression wasn't very friendly.

Chen Mu looked down at Che Liang, "Che Liang, your fever history now traces back a year and a half."

"So, continuing to hide your medical history is meaningless."

"I want to hear the true duration of your intermittent fever."

"Is it a year and a half, or..."

Chen Mu stared at Che Liang with a stern tone: "Is it more than a year and a half?"

Listening to Chen Mu's voice.

The graduates from Hai City Medical University around them began to look at Che Liang with a growing interest.

The reason they came to intern at the Hai City University clinic.

Was mainly because they were attracted by Yan Zhi's medical history.

It's just a pity that...

Now, the six professors treating Yan Zhi are all from Hai City University of Traditional Medicine.

Even if they brought students, they're most likely bringing their own postgraduates, students from the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

This group of people might not even get a taste.

But...

The white coats were staring intently at Che Liang, as if looking at a rare treasure.

Each of them deep in thought.

A fever lasting a year and a half.

If they could participate in this case, this internship journey at Hai City University's clinic.

They might actually learn something valuable!

"Che, I hope you can answer me seriously!"

"How long truly has your intermittent fever lasted?"

Che Liang turned his head away, his voice muffled: "About more than two years..."