The Auntie was too slow.
Gu Ping, thinking the Auntie’s mobility was poor, directly supported her with one hand. "Auntie, let help you over. Relax and let Mr. Du take a look at you. Mr. Du’s dical skills are excellent."
Before the Auntie could protest, Gu Ping had already helped her to the stool. Then, her nerve-wracking treatnt began.
She was prepared: if Du Heng suggested acupuncture or guasha, she would absolutely refuse.
The consultation room resud normal operations, but the corridor outside grew unusually active.
This section of consultation rooms was all under the Chinese dicine Departnt. Although it was on the top floor of the Outpatient Departnt, there was certainly ample space.
So, people ca here either to consult a traditional Chinese dicine doctor or to receive treatnt in the Acupuncture Hall and Physiotherapy Room.
Now, they were all crowding around those waiting at the entrance of Room 2, inquiring about what had just happened.
So people remained silent. They were there for treatnt, not in a good mood, and disinclined to talk to others.
Others were naturally optimistic, and having witnessed Du Heng’s impressive dical skills, they instantly transford into enthusiastic storytellers.
They vividly recounted the recent incident.
Among the curious onlookers, so quick-witted individuals, noticing that everyone else was still engrossed in the storytelling, quietly slipped to the back of the crowd and hurried down to the first floor.
"Hello, please help change my appointnt to Chinese dicine Room 2."
"Hello, are you sure you want to change to Doctor Du Heng’s appointnt?"
"Yes, yes, Doctor Du’s appointnt."
"Alright, just a mont."
After the cashier at the registration window made the changes in the system, his outpatient doctor switched from Zheng Yuanchao to Du Heng in Room 2.
With the newly obtained registration form, a smug smile appeared on his face.
These fools. Listening to stories can’t compare to actually getting treatnt from Doctor Du.
He casually strolled back to the entrance of the consultation room. Seeing that the others were still deep in discussion, he handed his registration form to the nurse to be re-entered into the system and then dutifully queued up behind the line for Room 2.
Of course, he wasn’t the only clever one; several others had already completed the transfer procedures.
By this ti, those who had been huddled at the front, listening to stories and still debating whether Doctor Du was genuinely remarkable, finally noticed that their own queue had shrunk considerably.
Furthermore, people who had been queuing alongside them monts ago were now inexplicably in the line for Room 2.
Damn it!
Those bastards!
Once they grasped the situation, so people hurried to the first floor. anwhile, a few self-proclaid smart individuals looked disdainfully at those changing their appointnts. Hmph, what’s the use of lining up there? We’d still have to wait until the afternoon. Anyway, the registration fee is only 15 yuan. It’s better to see the doctor here first. If it doesn’t work out, we can just co back tomorrow.
Just then, soone who had just changed their appointnt couldn’t help but say, "I just asked at the registration desk downstairs. They said Doctor Du is only in today and won’t be here tomorrow."
The self-proclaid smart person paused. "If tomorrow isn’t an option, I’ll go the day after tomorrow."
"The day after tomorrow won’t work either. Doctor Du only has outpatient service on Wednesdays."
"Then I’ll just claim to be one of Doctor Du’s old patients, make an appointnt directly, and find him in his departnt."
"Heh, it seems that’s not possible either. I just checked; there’s no doctor nad Du Heng in the Chinese dicine Departnt of Provincial First Hospital. If you miss him today, you’ll have to wait until next Wednesday to see Doctor Du."
Everyone listening paused. Not a doctor from Provincial First Hospital? What does that an?
Could he be an expert invited from outside?
An expert?
An expert at such a young age?
Does that an his skills are even more incredible than what we’ve already witnessed?
It must be! Otherwise, why would Provincial First Hospital invite a young outsider to see patients? They’re not fools.
While their minds were still racing, a sudden "THUMP" ca from Clinic 1—the sound of a stool falling—followed by a man’s furious roar.
"You’re a liar! Not only are you a liar, but all of you traditional Chinese dicine practitioners are liars!"
"Please, calm down."
"Calm down? Why should I calm down? I just have chest tightness and shortness of breath! Didn’t you say it would be cured in two weeks? It’s been three weeks now, and I’ve spent nearly two thousand yuan on the dicine you prescribed! And now? Not only have you not cured , but you’re also saying I have lung cancer and telling to find another doctor! What are you if not a liar? Give my money back!"
For a mont, everyone fell silent, hardly daring to breathe, afraid of missing any dramatic developnts.
"My dear patient, the progression of an illness is dynamic; no one can control that. I ntioned suspected lung cancer for your own good. You should get a scan to confirm or rule it out. If it is lung cancer, early detection and treatnt are crucial. If it’s not, then isn’t that even better? You can’t let hearing ’lung cancer’ make you fearful and agitated. That’s not beneficial for your health or treatnt. You need to remain calm and face this positively. Besides, if detected early, cancer isn’t as terrifying as it sounds."
"Then what about these three weeks of treatnt? The money’s spent, the illness isn’t cured, and now you’re telling it’s cancer! How do you explain that?"
"As I just explained, the progression of an illness isn’t static. When you first ca, your symptoms weren’t pronounced, so treating it as lung heat was appropriate. Now that the symptoms have beco more distinct, didn’t I inform you imdiately?"
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