CHAPTER 685: CHAPTER 462: FULFILLMENT

Chasing to the hospital entrance, Chuxia didn’t see the middle-aged couple and sighed with some exhaustion, "Why didn’t they listen to me? The checkup wouldn’t cost that much, would it?"

"With the New Year approaching, some people are more superstitious," Jing Zhe said consolingly, patting Chuxia’s shoulder, "As a doctor, you’ve done your full duty. Besides, that’s only one possibility. Another possibility is that it’s just too cold, and the fright might have caused symptoms like a runny nose."

"I hope so. I really don’t want what I said to be true..." Chuxia said with a bitter smile, looking at Jing Zhe, "Brother, do you think I’m being overly anxious?"

"Not at all..." Jing Zhe looked at Chuxia seriously, "I don’t think you’re being overly anxious in the slightest. Instead, I admire your courage and confidence. For a doctor, being careful is important, but so is bravery. It may sound contradictory, but in fact, to become a Great Physician, one must possess such qualities."

Not to mention novice doctors, even many who have practiced medicine for years are reluctant to jump to conclusions about certain symptoms. Of course, it’s wrong to draw conclusions without confirmation during normal diagnosis. However, in situations like today’s, it’s very necessary.

No matter which case it turns out to be for them, at the very least, a checkup would eliminate half the chance of death. It’s just a waste of half an hour of time, but it could ensure relative safety of life. Only by doing so can one be a truly responsible doctor.

Chuxia, I haven’t misjudged you. I felt I hadn’t misjudged you before, and after today’s incident, I’m even more convinced that I haven’t misjudged you. I believe that as long as you work hard, your future achievements will be boundless."

Chuxia smiled bashfully, "Brother, you’re making me too embarrassed with your praise..."

"I’m speaking the absolute truth. Your hands are incomparably more sensitive than the average doctor’s. Let me put it this way, everyone says I have a high sensitivity in my hands, but compared to you, it’s really not worth mentioning. Great talent, combined with meticulousness, kindness, decisiveness, and responsibility, nothing I just said is an exaggeration."

After Jing Zhe finished speaking, Chuxia smiled brightly, "Brother, I didn’t get to finish my point. Although your praise makes me embarrassed, I don’t mind hearing a bit more. How about you praise me a few more times? I haven’t had enough."

Jing Zhe: "... Girl, do we really have to play games like this?"

"Ah!" After looking around again, Chuxia sighed deeply and turned to Jing Zhe, "Brother, let’s go back. It seems they’re not coming back. Let’s hope it’s the other situation you described."

Jing Zhe was a doctor, and an extremely experienced one at that. He had dealt with quite a few patients like this, and of course, he knew how much of his words just now were meant to be comforting.

But what can you do when patients won’t cooperate?

Life and death are predestined, which can sound cruel, but for some, that’s simply the reality. Clearly able to live, yet due to ignorance, they push themselves towards the brink of death. Who could be blamed?

"Brother, I know I might be letting my emotions get the better of me. But as a medical student not yet qualified to treat, I’ll do everything I can to prove I’m of some use as a doctor. It’s not for show to others, but because it’s a life. If I discover it, I can’t let it go wasted," Chuxia said dejectedly, hanging her head, "I’m really feeling down, brother. Please praise me a few more times."

Jing Zhe: "..."

"Maybe a few comforting words, then?"

As Chuxia gazed at him with her pitifully large eyes, Jing Zhe suddenly felt very guilty. Maybe he’d been a doctor for too long, or maybe he’d encountered too many people and situations like this one, and he could convince himself he had done his duty and had no regrets. But really, did he have no regrets?

In other words, if every doctor were like Chuxia, the patient just now definitely wouldn’t have left the hospital so readily. If one person says something, the patient may not believe it, but what if two people say it, or three? What if even more do?

If it really was a cerebral hemorrhage, an experienced doctor could have seen it. Although the patient looked almost the same as a normal person aside from the runny nose, their complexion would definitely have been different.

He believed that the couple must have asked others for directions when they came in, not just Chuxia. But why was she the only one to notice it?

"Right, my father-in-law went to see the Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor. I’m going to check on him," Chuxia said as she waved to Jing Zhe, "Brother, goodbye."

"Wait a minute..." Jing Zhe called out to her, "What happened to Uncle Zhou?"