In the hospital room, Lai Xingchen was still in shock.
After examining the wound, Lu Jing planned to leave and said,
"Lai Xingchen, you can be discharged next week."
The wound had almost healed, and after that, it all relied on a long period of rest.
Only then did Lai Xingchen nod:
"Ah? Oh, okay, discharge, discharge."
Upon leaving the hospital room, Lu Jing went back to his office. He checked the time; there was about half an hour left until the end of his shift.
Just as he sat down and thought of drinking some water, a patient for consultation arrived.
A young father, sweating profusely, carried his daughter in.
"What’s wrong?" he asked.
"It seems like my child’s wrist is dislocated."
Lu Jing hurriedly stood up, intending to examine her first.
Probably, children all over the world start crying loudly at the sight of a doctor auntie in a white coat. This little girl was no exception, resisting from her hair to her toes.
It seemed the child’s father ordinarily didn’t care for the child much, as he simply couldn’t restrain his daughter. Follow current novels on novel•fire.net
In the end, they had to call in the Nurse Director to help, and it took three people to hold the little girl down.
After finally finishing the checkup, Lu Jing asked,
"This is a habitual shoulder dislocation, right?"
"Yeah, yes, she dislocated it a few months ago too. Doctor, I heard that cases like my daughter’s need surgery, right?"
Lu Jing shook his head,
"It’s not necessary to have surgery. She is not even three years old, too young.
Her habitual dislocation now is due to damage caused by a previous traumatic dislocation. Even though it was reset at the time, it wasn’t properly fixed and rested, and the joint capsule tear wasn’t well-repaired.
As long as the parents take good care of her, try to prevent another dislocation from happening, and enhance the exercise of the affected limb, as she grows older, it can gradually improve."
"Ah? Really? So, no surgery?"
It seemed the father was scared.
"However, this time she needs to be well cared for. After resetting, she’ll need to be immobilized."
"Okay, okay, I’ll listen to you, Doctor."
As he was busy resetting and immobilizing the little girl, he didn’t notice the screen of his phone in his pocket continuously lighting up.
On the fire truck, someone’s face was so dark that the driver, scared stiff, wished he could step on the gas and return to the station.
The ringtone was still sounding, but no one on the other end was picking up.
The driver, a very young guy, almost looked like he was about to cry:
"Captain Jiang... Captain Jiang, maybe he’s busy and can’t answer," he whispered.
The man then gave up.
Whooosh glanced over at the person next to him:
"Yes!" The response was loud, and the vehicle instantly sped up.
At that moment, Jiang Ye pulled out the text message again, looking at the words ’Be careful.’ The corners of his mouth subtly lifted.
Poor young driver was tormented, one moment in winter, the next in spring, both physically and mentally.
Fortunately, the logistics center wasn’t too far from the fire station; there was no hurry for an emergency call, it wouldn’t take more than twenty minutes.
As the fire truck drove into the fire station, a brand-new Porsche 911 also just drove into the Nanxi University Affiliated Hospital across the street.
"I’m already at your hospital. Come on down, my Eldest Miss Lu."
Had Jiang Ye held on just half a minute longer, he could have gotten through the phone.
"Wait, five minutes."
Lu Jing had just finished his work and hadn’t noticed his missed calls from earlier.