"How do you know?"
Zhou Qihua looked surprised.
If it were any other patient, he might forget, but Zhang Song’s case was quite unique among the rescue patients at the City First Hospital these years, so he remembered Zhang Song’s name very well.
However, only the doctors at the City First Hospital knew about this.
And not everyone knew.
The likelihood of spreading to the outside world was low, but it was possible that other members of the previous expert group might have mentioned it to outsiders. With this thought, Zhou Qihua asked, "Does Old Wang know other doctors from the City First Hospital?"
Wang Youqing lightly shook his head.
"Then how do you know the patient’s name?" Zhou Qihua was genuinely curious this time.
"How should I put it..."
Upon hearing this, Wang Youqing knew he had guessed right, but it wasn’t easy to explain.
After all, the City First Hospital couldn’t save him, but he was revived by their Health Center. If word got out, City First Hospital might lose face, and since he had just met Zhou Qihua not long ago, saying it might offend people.
For a moment, Wang Youqing hesitated.
He suddenly regretted it, knowing he shouldn’t have asked.
Now, not explaining clearly might offend someone.
If it were someone like Wu Liguo, he wouldn’t mind, as they were old friends for more than a decade, and knew each other’s temperaments well, so the other party probably wouldn’t care.
But as for Zhou Qihua’s temperament, to be honest, he hadn’t interacted with him long enough to understand.
Seeing Wang Youqing looking awkward and indecisive, Zhou Qihua seemed to realize something and smiled, saying, "Old Wang, go ahead. We’ll all be friends in the future, so what’s there to hide?"
"Exactly!"
"Old Zhou has a good personality; otherwise, people like us wouldn’t hang out together." Wu Liguo interjected.
Birds of a feather flock together.
Different personalities rarely play well together.
Let alone attend such gatherings together.
Hearing this, Wang Youqing gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, I’ll say it. To be honest, when I first heard Old Zhou mention Brucella, I already had suspicions. Now I’m really sure that the patient Old Zhou mentioned, Zhang Song, should be the young man under thirty who came to our Health Center."
"He went to your Health Center?" Zhou Qihua was astonished.
"Yes."
"What was he doing at the Health Center?"
Zhou Qihua pressed further.
Wang Youqing explained, "Isn’t our Health Center’s Traditional Chinese Medicine department recently joined by a Traditional Chinese Medicine Doctor? The patient’s family might have heard about Dr. Lu saving a child who accidentally swallowed a screw, thinking ’try anything when desperate,’ and brought Zhang Song to our Health Center seeking treatment."
"Went to your Health Center for treatment?"
Wu Liguo laughed, "Old Wang, you know my personality—it’s not that I’m saying, but if City First Hospital worked on him for four or five days and felt they couldn’t save him, how could your Health Center manage? It’s simply nonsense. If he really wanted to try, going to the provincial or Beijing hospitals would be better than going to yours!"
"Some patients, not that I’m saying, seek treatment indiscriminately in desperation."
Upon hearing this, although the others didn’t say anything, they nodded lightly, clearly agreeing with Wu Liguo’s words.
They had seen quite a few patients seeking treatment indiscriminately in desperation in daily life.
However, for such a case going to a Health Center, it was indeed the first time they heard.
But facing the obvious expression of bewilderment on the others’ faces, Wang Youqing spread his hands and said, "But Dr. Lu really did cure him!"