The smile on Ms. Wang’s face froze at the corners of her mouth as she held the crumpled dicine bag. The blue stamp of the local five-star hotel’s infirmary on the bag was particularly glaring.
He clearly said he was on a business trip to Shanghai these past two days. Why does he have a stamp and tistamp from a local hotel infirmary? Didn’t he say he was in Shanghai at that ti?
"Li Gang," her voice was soft but carried a tremble like the calm before a storm, "didn’t you just return from Shanghai last night? Why is this dicine from the ’Nandu Hotel’ infirmary? And the date is the day before yesterday? Huh?"
"Nandu Hotel"!
All the doctors and nurses instinctively shifted their gaze from Yang Ping to the couple. Li Gang looked at the dicine bag in his wife’s hand, seemingly bewildered, unsure of what was happening: "Nandu Hotel? Let see, no way."
"Why is it from Nandu Hotel... the infirmary? I also... don’t know, this dicine was given to by Xiao Zhang yesterday, I don’t know where he got it from either."
Li Gang looked wronged and aggrieved, and his face, which had just regained so color, instantly turned pale again, even paler than when his tongue was paralyzed earlier. His eyes were flustered, his lips trembled, and his tongue, which had recently regained its flexibility, seed tied in knots once more.
He didn’t dare to et his wife’s eyes, his gaze skittered around the crowd in white gowns, his face burning hotly, a hundred tis more embarrassed than when he had to stick out his tongue in public earlier. "Xiao Zhang carried the dicine with him, just happened to give it to ."
Xiao Zhang was a young male employee working under him, and he accompanied him on this business trip.
"Then why is it in a bag from the Nandu Hotel infirmary?" Ms. Wang’s voice suddenly rose, filled with suppressed anger, as she held up the dicine bag, almost poking it in Li Gang’s nose.
"He... he might have bought it from this hotel’s infirmary and carried it with him at the ti." Cold sweat imdiately beaded on Li Gang’s forehead.
Ms. Wang sneered: "Do you take for a fool? You said you and Xiao Zhang were in Shanghai all day yesterday and the day before, so how did Xiao Zhang divide himself to return to Nandu Hotel to buy dicine yesterday?"
The sudden change left the surrounding doctors and nurses staring at each other, and Doctor Li Min imdiately stepped forward: "This is a consultation room, if there’s nothing physically wrong, please take it outside to discuss."
"Li Gang! Speak up! Where exactly have you been these past two days?!" Ms. Wang completely ignored Doctor Li Min’s advice, pressing harder with tears welling up in her eyes, but she forced them back, only her chest heaving violently, as so many strangers were watching, she still had a shred of self-control left.
"I... I was... in Shanghai... really... what’s with this bag, what’s Xiao Zhang up to, let call him." Li Gang’s voice grew weaker and weaker, utterly lacking confidence, his throat felt tight, and breathing beca difficult.
He picked up his phone to make a call, and suddenly his eyes widened, his face contorted in extre pain, and his tongue, which had just been pulled back into his mouth, began to slowly and stiffly extend outward uncontrollably again. anwhile, that familiar "hoarse" sound erged from his throat once more.
"Ho... ho... tong... ue..." He uttered a few indistinct sounds with difficulty, his hands helplessly clutching at his throat, his eyes filled with pain and a plea for help.
"Oh! It’s happening again!" the nurse exclaid.
Ms. Wang was also startled, imdiately halting her argunt with her husband, once again anxious as before.
She instinctively patted her husband’s back: "Doctor, doctor, what’s happening, please take a look quickly."
Yang Ping stood up and approached the examination bed, Li Gang’s tongue was extended and stiff, slightly different from before. Previously, the tongue had been uniformly rigid, dark red with a bluish tint, but now, although still extended, the degree of stiffness seed uneven and its color tended towards a normal red, though it appeared sowhat pale from his deliberate exertion.
"Professor! Professor Yang! Please co and see, what’s wrong with him?" Seeing her husband’s condition, Ms. Wang panicked inside and turned to Yang Ping, her voice tinged with tears.
Everyone’s eyes focused on Yang Ping once again.
Li Min and other young doctors also furrowed their brows. Theoretically, after scopolamine injection, the effect should last a while, and the recurrence of acute dystonia this quickly is highly unlikely.
Yang Ping said nothing, continuing to bend down and observe the tongue.
He did not palpate Li Gang’s neck as before, nor did he examine his throat; he simply observed quietly for a few seconds.
"This ti the symptoms have recurred, and dication is needed again, but the dication this ti is different, with certain side effects that require your consent." After examining, Yang Ping straightened up and spoke unhurriedly.
The patient nodded painfully.
Yang Ping said: "The side effect of this dication is that it can easily cause male dysfunction, but given your current condition, dication is necessary."
Upon hearing about male dysfunction, the patient imdiately shook his head, but Yang Ping ignored his refusal and told Li Min beside him: "Issue the dical orders, have the nurse prepare the dication, if not administered soon, it may lead to tongue necrosis."
Li Min hesitated for a mont, what dication?
But after a mont of pause, he imdiately understood Professor Yang’s intentions.
"Professor Yang, before administering, have him and his wife sign, the side effects of this dication are too severe."
Yang Ping waved dismissively: "What signing in an ergency, proceed directly with the dication, quickly!"
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