Famous Among Top Surgeons in the 90s-Chapter 1881: Frightened
How do ordinary people find such doctors? It’s not just about looking at the department; you need to see if the doctor’s expertise covers treating this disease.
Yue Wentong never quite trusted this playboy and considered looking for Senior Cao. If it’s a spinal canal tumor, it must be related to neurosurgery, so Senior Cao should know something.
Unexpectedly, Chang Jiawei brought it up himself: "Tomorrow, let’s do all the other tests, including CT scans and lumbar punctures, do them all at once. Once all the results are in, we’ll talk; there’s no need to rush. If necessary, we can consult neurosurgery."
Did he say to consult neurosurgery?
Geng Yongzhe’s face changed dramatically: No way, what? A metastatic tumor? Otherwise why do a brain scan and call in neurosurgery? Instantly, his knees went weak.
"Hey, hey, hey." Ren Chongda turned around and saw the student, as the patient’s family member, about to slump to the ground, and hastily ran back.
Yue Wentong and Xie Wanying quickly helped Student Geng into a chair.
"I didn’t say anything, why are his knees weak?" Chang Jiawei turned around in surprise, seeing the scene.
Isn’t this guy supposed to be a boy? How come he’s not as strong as Student Xie, who’s a girl? Previously, when it was the same situation of bringing a patient’s relatives to the Capital for treatment, Student Xie was remarkably composed, super calm.
No, no, no, teachers, don’t get it wrong. It’s Student Xie who’s kind of exceptional; Student Geng’s reaction is actually normal. Xie Wanying never understood why Senior Brother Shim forbade her as a patient’s relative from listening to doctors’ discussions about the illness until she saw how Student Geng was now, and she seemed to understand the painstaking efforts made by her teacher. Indeed, not everyone can be like her, reborn, with a heart that’s been trained to be a bit stronger.
A group of teachers looked at the pale-faced Student Geng, then at the always-calm Student Xie, and sighed softly.
"Okay, you go back. From now on, I won’t allow you to come to the office to listen to us talk anymore," Chang Jiawei decisively decided, forbidding the patient’s family from hearing the doctors’ internal discussions.
Regarding the teacher’s prohibition, Geng Yongzhe opened his mouth, wanting to say he could handle it, but his heavy breathing made it hard for anyone to believe him.
Ren Chongda handed out tissue paper for the student to wipe his sweat, noticed the student’s phone ringing in his pocket, and helped take it out. In his current state, the student couldn’t answer the phone, so he listened first.
On the other end of the phone was a man with a rough voice, loudly asking: "Where are you?"
"Who are you?" Ren Chongda inquired about the caller’s identity.
"Isn’t this Geng Yongzhe’s phone?"
"Yes, it’s his phone. I’m his counselor," Ren Chongda introduced himself.
"You’re his college counselor? Just perfect, tell him to quickly arrange a bed so his mom can be admitted to the hospital for treatment. He lied to us earlier saying he couldn’t do it. But now we know, he can arrange for his brother to be treated at the Capital Hospital, so there’s no reason he can’t get a bed for his mom." The other party opened and closed their mouth, ordering Student Geng around with an arrogant tone.
Ren Chongda had accompanied the student back home to visit Grandpa Geng and knew this voice wasn’t Grandpa Geng’s. He could only suspect: "What relative are you to him?"
"I’m his dad!"
His dad, that bastard dad called, asking him to treat his stepmother, completely indifferent to his brother. Geng Yongzhe’s breathing became heavier, and the others were able to see his fists clenched tightly, his skin turning red and purple from the exertion.
