"Senior Cao definitely wishes to know as much about a patient’s dical history as possible before seeing them, so he can make an early diagnosis. Are you going to tell us or not? Aren’t you a doctor?"
Their reasoning sounded honest enough. Chang Jiawei frowned in frustration and muttered, "What do you want to say? We reported the patient’s condition to the attending doctor first thing. The doctors on the consultation sheet should have written down the patient’s dical history. That’s all the information I can provide; there’s nothing else to say."
"Nothing else? If that’s the case, how did you find the patient collapsed in the stairway?" Huang Zhilei asked.
This question hit the mark, and Chang Jiawei clenched his teeth in anger. He turned his face away in displeasure, feeling irritated from being cornered.
Helplessly, all these doctors co from top academic backgrounds, especially those from top-tier hospitals with outstanding logical thinking skills. They could solve cases as well as a detective, and spotting logical flaws was too easy for them. If he were in their shoes, he would also easily notice sothing was amiss.
He recalled the information they provided that day. First of all, in winter, the fire doors are definitely closed. The hallway inside the hospital is a bustling area with a lot of noise. If the heavy fire doors are closed, the sound of soone collapsing in the stairway outside the doors would be muffled, blending in with the noise inside. Pedestrians passing by inside wouldn’t notice such a minor commotion outside the doors. Therefore, it would be only possible for a cleaner cleaning the stairs or a passerby in the staircase to discover soone collapsed there.
"Yes, I discovered the patient there when I was taking the stairs with her," Chang Jiawei thought it through and said.
"Doctor Chang, lying is bad." Cao Yong corrected him word by word with a stern tone, pointing out that his makeshift lie only exposed his immaturity in front of a group of highly intelligent colleagues.
"How do you know I’m lying? I wasn’t lying," Chang Jiawei argued, flushed with anger. After speaking, he deliberately turned his head to call on his old classmate by na to testify for him, "Fu Xinheng, tell them, would I lie?"
Fu Xinheng looked at him, his expression unchanged, a tallic sheen of emotionlessness like a mirror reflecting Chang’s red-faced lying.
With his old classmate silent, Chang Jiawei had no choice but to face everyone again and provide a rationale to prove he wasn’t lying: "What do you want to say? Think about it, if we hadn’t taken the stairs, how could we have seen the patient collapsed there?"
"That’s exactly what we want to know, how did you know the patient was lying there if you didn’t take the stairs?" Huang Zhilei asked, refusing to be confused by his roundabout way of speaking.
Chang Jiawei was nearly driven to a breaking point by their relentless questioning. How was he supposed to know? That day he also really wanted to ask her what happened, alright? All he rembered was her staring at Doctor Hu at the fire door with wide eyes, the brightness in her gaze betraying a trace of tension that made his heart clench.
With this in mind, Chang Jiawei gritted his teeth and said, "There’s no need for you to ask. I know nothing. Even if you keep asking, I’m not going to say a word. What you should be doing is respecting her right to privacy."
"We are respecting her privacy; we can only ask you," Cao Yong said.
That sentence really set Chang Jiawei off, making him burst into rage, "Cao Yong, asking and pressuring to speak—is that what you call respecting her privacy? By staying silent, I’m helping to keep her secrets safe and protecting her privacy."
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