"It might be a cold."
Han Dongting frowned, then took out a device. "Co, let’s check your heart rate."
Five minutes later, after pondering for a mont, Han Dongting offered his diagnosis. "These two dications—after paying, pick them up from the hospital’s pharmacy."
As he spoke, he printed a prescription from the computer. Simultaneously, he tore off a piece of paper, wrote down the na of another dication, and handed it to Wang Dachui.
"Your cold symptoms are quite severe, and there’s one more dication the hospital has run out of and hasn’t been able to restock," Han Dongting explained. "But it’s sold at the pharmacy right outside the hospital."
As Han Dongting finished speaking, Wang Dachui couldn’t help but look towards Qin Mu. This seed... exactly like what happened to Su Yongnian.
After the consultation ended, the two of them walked out of the outpatient clinic, side by side, heading straight for the pharmacy.
Wang Dachui was clearly aggravated. I have to see what this dication is that the hospital doesn’t even have. While diagnosing earlier, Han Dongting appeared earnest, his deanor sincere. He seed extrely responsible. Yet, this handwritten prescription doesn’t list any prices. If I hadn’t been previously aware of their sches... I would have actually followed Han Dongting’s dical advice and gone directly to the pharmacy to buy the dication.
However, when the two walked side by side to the hospital entrance, they suddenly heard a man shouting.
"Bullshit!"
"It’s all fucking bullshit!"
"I’ve been treated in your hospital for three months, and it has done nothing!"
"Refund!"
"If you don’t give a refund today, don’t expect your hospital to open for business!"
The voice was filled with imnse anger, as if he had suffered a great injustice.
Qin Mu and Wang Dachui were taken aback for a mont, then looked towards the source of the noise. They saw a group of about a dozen people gathered at the hospital entrance. They had forcibly blocked the main doors, preventing patients inside from leaving and outsiders from entering. Several doctors in white coats were trying to negotiate with the man leading the group, but it seed no agreent had been reached.
The young man at the front, in his twenties, was holding a fruit knife. He stared intently at his attending physician and continued to shout, "Refund! I spent over twenty thousand in your hospital and got no results. Today, you must refund the money!"
Upon witnessing this, those behind him started to shout as well, "Refund! Refund!"
"Refund!"
"Refund!"
Their voices were thunderous, alarming an ever-growing crowd. Many dical staff, patients, and their families gathered to watch the unfolding scene.
"I’ve told you, you have a private male health condition; treatnt effects are very slow, which is normal. I clarified this with you before treatnt," an attending physician in his forties explained again with a wry smile, patiently trying to reason with him.
But the knife-wielding young man, his face red with anger, retorted, "I don’t care!"
"Your treatnt was ineffective and caused my girlfriend and to break up. That’s your problem!"
"I’ve spent twenty thousand and got no results. Is this how you run a hospital?!"
"If you don’t give a refund today, don’t expect to do business!"
As he said this, he waved his hand, indicating to his relatives and friends behind him to help seal off the hospital entrance completely.
"You!" The face of his attending physician turned livid with rage, but he dared not provoke him further.
The surrounding crowd of onlookers gleaned a lot of information from the exchange. Staying put, they beca engrossed in the spectacle, pointing and comnting on the drama.
Is this... a hospital dispute? Wang Dachui mused, watching the scene and feeling an impulse to gawk.
anwhile, Qin Mu, observing the young man and the attending physician, couldn’t help but frown. He hadn’t expected... his luck to be this good again. On his second visit to the hospital, he encountered the very thing hospitals feared the most: a patient causing a major disturbance.
In reality, doctor-patient conflicts have always existed. Healing and saving lives inherently involves risk. Patients need to trust the hospital, and the hospital must do its utmost to demonstrate professional skills and provide aid. But sotis, accidents are inevitable. That’s how doctor-patient conflicts arise. Furthermore, issues of healing and saving lives are very sensitive; once conflicts occur, they’re easily intensified. Patients’ families can lose control of their emotions, beco irrational, and cause an uproar in the hospital. Therefore, many hospitals dread such situations. For major treatnts, hospitals often require signing a liability waiver to prevent subsequent disputes.
And this ti, this young man seed to be furious because he had spent over twenty thousand on treatnt without seeing any results. Humiliated and enraged, he wanted a refund from the hospital, but the hospital claid the fees were legitimately charged and refused to issue one.
"The Director is here, the Director is here."
As the standoff continued, Yu Gao, the Director of Sanhe Hospital, arrived and stepped between the knife-wielding man and the attending physician.
He said somberly, "I am Yu Gao, Director of Sanhe Hospital. I’ve just been inford about your situation."
"Your treatnt plan is approximately six months; it’s normal not to see results right now."
"It’s hospital operating hours right now. How are other patients supposed to manage with you causing such a scene?"
"Clear the entrance at once, or we’ll have to call security."
Even in this situation, he still attempted to negotiate, trying to persuade the young man causing the disturbance.
But the young man refused to yield, scoffing, "Clear the entrance? Only if you give a refund!"
That was his purpose for coming today.
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