Chapter 758: [(758)] Could it be that the senior is playing tricks on the junior? Chapter 758: [(758)] Could it be that the senior is playing tricks on the junior? By the time Xie Wanying walked over, Ya Xi recognized her and asked, “Didn’t Doctor Lin come down to pick me up?”
This Doctor Lin referred to her classmate, Lin Hao.
Xie Wanying said, “He’s gone to cardiology for an internship, and I am in hepatobiliary surgery. We’re not in General Surgery Department Two.”
Hearing she wouldn’t see Lin Hao, Li Yaxi felt a bit disappointed.
A family member of the patient followed and stood next to the ambulance about to leave, making a phone call. She was a very elegantly dressed middle-aged woman, Li Yaxi’s mother. She came to accompany her daughter to the ward, and Mother Yaxi chatted with her daughter, “I’ve never been to the inpatient building here.”
“The environment is not bad,” answered Li Yaxi, who had been hospitalized before, to her mother.
“I heard their department has single rooms. Later, we’ll ask the doctor for you to get into a single room, it’s more comfortable that way,” Mother Yaxi assured her daughter.
“Last time I asked to stay in a single room, the doctors didn’t allow it, and they rushed me out of the hospital after a few days of tests,” Li Yaxi complained about the “poor” treatment she received last time in the hospital. “Will they allow me to stay for a few days this time?”
“You’ll stay until your disease is cured,” Mother Yaxi said.
“It will definitely be like last time, they’ll rush me out in no time.”
When Li Yaxi said this, everyone else fell silent.
Upon arriving at the hepatobiliary surgery ward, the patient’s bed was already arranged, at bed 21.
The nurse first pushed the wheelchair into the ward.
The patients here in hepatobiliary surgery seemed somewhat more “dreadful” than those she had encountered in General Surgery Department Two before, with sallow complexions, ascites in their bellies, and severely altered body shapes.
Sitting in the wheelchair, Li Yaxi looked at the other patients in the same ward with her hair standing on end: “I’m not staying here!”
Seeing this, Mother Yaxi walked up to the office door of the doctors and grabbed Xie Wanying’s clothes, saying, “Get my daughter a single room.”
There were only two single rooms in the entire ward, not just any patient could stay there, and it didn’t have much to do with whether the patient had money or not. Like her classmate Zhao, the professor’s own grandson from her department, had nothing major after the surgery the day before yesterday, yet today he was still moved to a four-person ward. Probably in a couple of days, he’d be called to leave, not even allowed to stay on a regular bed. Beds in major hospitals have always been incredibly in demand, especially here at Guoxie, the country’s most famous hepatobiliary surgery center.
Xie Wanying could only express understanding of the family’s feelings, saying, “When the time comes, we’ll see if we can strive to let her stay in a single room after surgery.”
If there’s nothing serious before the surgery, a regular bed will do.
Mother Yaxi said angrily, “You go find your director, I want to talk to him!”
Seeing a senior colleague had arrived, Xie Wanying reported the situation: “Teacher He, the patient wants to stay in a single room.”
When the patient had arrived, He Guangyou said to Song Xueling, who was following behind, “A college student from the foreign language institute, bed 21, is under your care.”
Song Xueling was taken aback by the sudden task: What kind of patient was she?
Xie Wanying transferred the patient’s medical record to him, whispering, “She herself doesn’t know what disease she has, and believes she’s just here for a check-up.”
Taking the medical record, Song Xueling glanced at it, then looked back at his senior with a contemplative flash in his brown eyes: Was the senior possibly planning to “test” him?
“Young people need training,” He Guangyou responded to his gaze unapologetically. What’s the matter, a senior ‘testing’ a junior was to be expected.
A female college student with pancreatic cancer. The difficulties in being the bed doctor for such a patient were self-evident. The test was far more than just a matter of the doctor’s skills.
Song Xueling, witnessing the overly anxious family member, felt as if his scalp was tingling.