University Doctor and His Fragile Patients-Chapter 435 - 357: Hospitals Treat Illnesses, Not Solve Crimes! (Part 2)
Whether it’s the school hospital.
Or the hospital, both are places for treating and saving people, not for solving cases.
If every patient were like Zhuang Ruoruo.
Falsely reporting illness.
When it results in misdiagnoses, the ones who suffer are still the doctors and other registered patients who haven’t seen a doctor yet.
After understanding this.
The intern doctor didn’t keep delaying.
And was really ready to send Zhuang Ruoruo away.
Zhuang Ruoruo held onto the door frame, refusing to leave no matter what was said.
She turned her head to look at Chen Mu in the school clinic with a cold expression: "Dr. Chen, all I can say is that at most, I took about thirty to forty pills at a time, but I didn’t count exactly how many I took..."
Chen Mu sighed: "On the night you took so much melatonin, you should have been able to sleep. Why didn’t you repeat this dosage afterward?"
Seeing that Chen Mu started to talk to her, Zhuang Ruoruo also let out a sigh of relief.
Does this mean she doesn’t have to be sent to the hospital?
But even so.
Zhuang Ruoruo just watched Chen Mu cautiously.
Not daring to speak recklessly.
Meeting Zhuang Ruoruo’s gaze, Chen Muye couldn’t help but sigh.
Although he disapproved of Zhuang Ruoruo’s actions.
But if Zhuang Ruoruo were really sent to the hospital, it wouldn’t be ideal either.
The reason.
When Zhuang Ruoruo came in, Chen Mu instinctively wanted to stop the broadcast because she also had psychological issues.
Bipolar disorder.
This psychological issue persisted since Zhuang Ruoruo tried hormone medication to control her hyperthymesia.
For others, perhaps.
The most important thing is to cure the disease.
But for a girl like Zhuang Ruoruo, who treasures her appearance extremely, how she looks is the most important.
During her medication process.
She discovered she had gained weight.
And had even engaged in extreme self-harming behavior.
Back then.
When she had just been admitted to Hai City University, she even took half a year off due to psychological issues.
After taking over as Zhuang Ruoruo’s doctor.
All Chen Mu could do was try to manage her sleep and diligently regulate her health.
But even so.
Every time.
Zhuang Ruoruo would often do things that caught Chen Mu off guard because of her overly active brain.
"Dr. Chen, I know I was wrong. Are you still willing to continue treating me?"
With teary eyes, Zhuang Ruoruo looked at Chen Mu. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
Even though she didn’t like the way Chen Mu treated her.
It was preferable compared to hormone medications and physical therapies.
Chen Mu sighed.
Pointing toward the examination bed, "Lie down there first."
With that.
Chen Mu turned to the person in the white coat beside him and said, "Bring me a set of needles and sterilize them on the way."
"Okay, Dr. Chen."
The person in the white coat nodded obediently and left in a hurry.
When Chen Mu’s gaze fell back on Zhuang Ruoruo,
he noticed she was curiously looking at the ceiling of the school clinic.
Not sure what she was thinking about.
The intern doctor had been gone for two minutes.
And still hadn’t returned with the needles.
Zhuang Ruoruo started to frantically pull at her hair.
Chen Mu sighed.
"If you show any self-harming behavior, not only will I send you to the hospital, but I will also contact a psychologist."
Zhuang Ruoruo’s actions immediately froze.
She angrily turned towards the wall of the school hospital, refusing to pay attention to Chen Mu in front of her.
—
"A psychologist? Does my wife have other psychological issues?"
"Your wife? Some shameless people in the chat are back at it again, drooling over my girlfriend every day, huh!"
"Tsk! Your shamelessness is truly on par with each other!"
"I’m even beginning to doubt if there’s any fairness from the heavens, giving Zhuang Ruoruo such a beautiful face but also strange illnesses."
"If the patient has psychological issues, shouldn’t Dr. Chen be a bit more gentle with the patient? I’ll report Dr. Chen later, his medical ethics aren’t great!"
"???"
"Isn’t it obvious it’s bothering you!"
"..."
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"Dr. Chen, the needles are back. I’ve already sterilized them."
Out of breath, the person in the white coat hurried in from outside.
Not daring to delay even a moment.
Looking at Chen Mu with eyes full of light, "Dr. Chen, can our traditional medicine treat hyperthymesia?"
Chen Mu shook his head: "In her condition, without cooperation, even with Chinese and Western medicine, plus a psychologist, it’s still tough."
White coat: "Then Dr. Chen, do you still need the silver needles?"
Chen Mu didn’t speak further.
Instead, he pulled out a silver needle and inserted it directly into an acupoint on Zhuang Ruoruo.
The next second.
Zhuang Ruoruo fell asleep.
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"??????"
"What the heck, a severely insomniac patient fell asleep with just one needle?"
"Your silver needle is more effective than sleeping pills, so why bother prescribing sleeping pills to the patient?"
"Isn’t it possible, although this acupuncture seems magical, it requires a professional doctor to perform? Zhuang Ruoruo can’t possibly keep Dr. Chen with her 24/7, right?"
"But, is that really how Dr. Chen treats patients? It seems a bit too much to me."
"Exactly, he didn’t even properly communicate with the patient before just making her sleep with a needle."
"Is this really considered treatment?"
"Why wouldn’t it be? Considering the patient’s condition, she’s been lacking sleep for so long. What she needs most right now is sleep, isn’t it?!"
"..."
—
The white coat who handed the silver needle to Chen Mu.
Was a bit dumbfounded after seeing Chen Mu suddenly do that.
Looking at Chen Mu,
asking cautiously: "Dr. Chen, are you sure this is the right approach?"
While speaking.
The white coat seemed a bit afraid that Chen Mu wouldn’t understand what he meant clearly.
Even raised a hand.
Pointed in the direction of a nearby camera.
A live camera.
Was still watching.
Compared to the obviously flustered white coat, Chen Mu just shook his head calmly, "It’s fine. Every time Zhuang Ruoruo comes to the school hospital, it’s just to find me and sleep."
Looking at the subtle expression on the white coat’s face.
Chen Mu pulled a screen to block Zhuang Ruoruo,
letting the girl sleep peacefully in the school clinic, "Zhuang Ruoruo also has some psychological issues, and without getting a good sleep, there’s no way to communicate."
"So every time she comes here for treatment, I use acupuncture to make her sleep forcibly. Once she sleeps well and feels better, I’ll discuss her condition with her again."
The white coat was curious and looked at Chen Mu: "So, Dr. Chen, can our Chinese medicine really treat hyperthymesia?"
Chen Mu handed his phone to the white coat.
Indicating for the white coat to assist him first.
After the white coat had entered two new "Referral Forms," Chen Mu replied leisurely: "In traditional Chinese medicine, there’s no concept of hyperthymesia."
"But for us, it’s about dialectical therapy. Her current situation is a difficulty in controlling her emotions, an imbalance of yin and yang inside her body."
White coat: "Dr. Chen, does the treatment she’s receiving here have any effect?"
Chen Mu paused.
Then smiled wryly: "It was originally effective, but the issue began about six months ago."
"She suddenly found that she had developed a certain resistance to sleeping pills, and then her psychological issues expanded again."
"Since then, Zhuang Ruoruo stopped cooperating with treatment, rarely taking prescribed medication, or coming to the school hospital for scheduled acupuncture adjustments."
The white coat didn’t quite understand, "With her like this, don’t you think you should send her to the hospital, Dr. Chen?"
It’s not blameworthy for the white coat to ask such a question.
From his perspective, it’s hard to understand everything Chen Mu has done.
Zhuang Ruoruo’s psychological issues seem very severe.
Chen Mu sighed, "A psychologist can’t adjust her hyperthymesia and insomnia, they can only keep increasing her dosage of sleeping pills."
"And the place that could treat hyperthymesia uses hormone medications, which the patient just can’t handle."
"I’ve already suggested to the principal that the school needs a higher-level psychologist, but..."
Looking in Zhuang Ruoruo’s direction, Chen Mu sighed, "The problem is, the school’s salary is very strict, and the psychologist who could really help Zhuang Ruoruo, the school can’t afford to pay."
"And outside the school’s scope, Zhuang Ruoruo wouldn’t go for regular psychological counseling at a mental health hospital."
