CHAPTER 208: 208 PEOPLE LINING UP FOR INTERVIEWS

Because of the excitement from the emergency surgery last night, Liu Banxia slept in a bit late. He felt somewhat embarrassed, considering Wang Chao and Wei Yuan had covered the night shift.

"You guys go wash up and get some food first. I just got off the phone with Zhou Qiang. Order whatever you want to eat; it’s on my tab," Liu Banxia said generously.

"Dr. Liu, to be frank, you could be even more generous," Wang Chao said seriously.

"How much more generous do you want? Adding chicken drumsticks for lunch, then?" Liu Banxia said helplessly.

"Haha, it’s settled then. By the way, you’re famous again. That family isn’t easy to deal with. It seems they contacted the media or something. I guess you won’t have any peace today," Wang Chao said.

"Are they saying I killed someone? I can’t even be bothered to look. Just ignore them," Liu Banxia said indifferently.

"Quite carefree, aren’t you? I’m getting off work too. Are we still having braised pork bones tonight? If so, I can prepare some for you this afternoon," Zhou Li asked with a smile.

"I’d love that. Actually, braised pork knuckle would be great too," Liu Banxia replied with a smile.

"Just you wait. But I’ll have to save some for our Old Wang then. Can’t let you have all the good stuff, kid," Zhou Li said.

As everyone went about their meals and shift changes, Liu Banxia took the opportunity to stretch his arms and legs.

Even though the current work pressure wasn’t that intense, and he had sufficient sleep, he could clearly feel his body hadn’t fully recovered; a subtle sense of fatigue always lingered.

No wonder his predecessors had often said that once you became a chief resident, the thing you looked forward to most was sleep. That was the greatest wish in your heart.

"Excuse me, are you Dr. Liu Banxia?" Liu Banxia was organizing medical records when he heard a voice.

Liu Banxia looked up, his brow furrowing slightly.

A girl with shoulder-length hair held a microphone, and beside her stood a man with a small video camera.

"Are you Dr. Liu? I’m Mei, a correspondent from ’Helping Hands.’ We received a tip from a netizen that a patient lost their life due to inadequate treatment after being admitted here. Do you have any comment on this?" The girl with shoulder-length hair offered the microphone to Liu Banxia.

"What do you want to hear from me?" Liu Banxia put down his pen.

"You received a tip from a netizen and rushed over. No matter what you’re doing, you need to clarify your objective, right? It’s like seeing a doctor. You come in; you have to tell me what’s wrong with you. But now, it’s as if you’ve registered, stood before me, and directly asked what my thoughts are? What thoughts could I have? I’m not a mind-reader."

"It seems Dr. Liu is a bit emotional. We can understand. After all, a doctor’s fundamental duty is to save lives. However, from the current situation, we can also see that Dr. Liu has quite a temper." Mei, however, wasn’t angry at all. Holding the microphone, she began speaking to the camera.

"Dr. Liu, following your suggestion, I did some online research. Although necrotizing fasciitis is a highly fatal disease, if the patient receives proper and timely treatment, there’s a significant chance of survival." Mei then handed the microphone to him.

"I also searched online for many related cases as you suggested. Many hospitals have successfully treated very severe cases with timely medication and debridement."

"Moreover, from a humanitarian perspective, shouldn’t the hospital adopt a friendly attitude when dealing with the patient’s family, rather than immediately resorting to lawsuits?"

"I mean, for many ordinary people, they don’t have that much energy and money to fight a lawsuit, right? Isn’t that inflicting secondary harm on the patient’s family?"

Listening to her questions, Liu Banxia laughed, "You make it sound so plausible. Ever thought of becoming a doctor?"

Mei was stunned. "Dr. Liu, I currently have no plans to become a doctor. What is your personal opinion on this matter? I heard you even clashed with the patient’s family."

"You’re not a doctor, so what are you doing here trying to instruct one? A dog has to be able to catch mice before it can show off in front of a cat," Liu Banxia chuckled.

"You searched online, and wow, so many successfully treated cases. But did you search for how many cases were not successfully treated?"

As he said this, Liu Banxia suddenly raised his hand and reached for the girl’s face.

"What are you doing?" The girl with shoulder-length hair took a step back, her face wary, nearly swinging the microphone in her hand.

"You just said I clashed with the patient’s family. Now you know why, right? I didn’t even touch you, and you freaked out like this. They hit me first; shouldn’t I be allowed to fight back?" Liu Banxia said.

"Dr. Liu, that’s not the issue we’re here to discuss. What we need to investigate is whether there was any negligence during your consultation process and if you subsequently bullied people with your authority," Mei said, very angry, but she still suppressed her fury.

"Look, your interviewing method is flawed. We need to discuss each issue clearly. By the way, is this a live broadcast or a recording? If it’s a recording, I can find a place for us to talk in detail," Liu Banxia asked.

"Mr. Liu, we are live right now, so you should be responsible for what you say," Mei said.

Liu Banxia nodded. "As doctors, we must be responsible. Because we issue medical orders to patients, we must all be responsible for what we say."

"But you’re not being responsible for yourself. I gave you an answer, and you’re just playing dumb. So now, let me ask you, so you won’t be unsure what to ask."

"First question: Necrotizing fasciitis. There are so many successfully treated cases. For every patient who couldn’t be saved, should we demand compensation from the hospital?"

"After deciding to seek compensation, should one abandon it because legal channels are too troublesome? Or choose a simpler, more direct method: cause a scene at the hospital and, by the way, beat up a doctor?"

"Second question: Conflicts between doctors and patients or their families. Should we consider the cause? For example, if I were to touch your face, should you silently endure it or fight back?"

"The swelling on my eye socket hasn’t completely gone down, and the incident is on record at the police station. Interested friends can go to the police station to find out what really happened. Although I was the ultimate victor, it was legitimate self-defense, not excessive defense."

"Do you have any other questions?" Saying this, Liu Banxia snatched the microphone and thrust it towards the girl’s mouth.

"Dr. Liu, according to some information I’ve gathered, it seems your temper has always been quite bad," the girl with shoulder-length hair said calmly.

"For example, you once quarreled with a colleague in the hospital over trivial matters and showed no respect for your superiors. Just now, during this interview, your tone also expressed disrespect towards women."

Liu Banxia gave her a thumbs-up. "Not bad, quick reaction. And you’ve investigated my background quite thoroughly. It seems you’ve done your homework."

"Then let me ask you: if someone disrespects you, would you still respect them? Do you really have such magnanimity as to ’turn the other cheek when spat upon’? Or will you carefully consider the situation: if it’s a woman, you choose to endure, and if not, you fight back?"

"As for arguing in the hospital, that’s perfectly normal. I..."

"Dr. Liu, does this mean you admit your temper is inherently impulsive and very bad?" the girl with shoulder-length hair asked, her eyes shining.

"I think you’re more impulsive than I am. Impulsiveness is a demon; you should let me finish speaking first," Liu Banxia said, completely unfazed.

"We doctors, even the best of friends, will argue if there are disagreements during discussions about a patient’s treatment methods."

"Treating a disease isn’t like solving a math problem. For math problems, sometimes you just need to look at the answer and don’t care too much about the process. But when we treat diseases, the process is equally important."

"Take you, for example. Your double eyelid surgery is quite well done, but you’ve had too much hyaluronic acid injected into your face. Especially near your sideburns and temples, did you get injections there too?"

"It’s obvious here; you wanted a plumping effect. But look, the hair here is clearly much thinner than the surrounding areas."

"Here, cameraman, give a close-up shot. I don’t know if you’ve been having headaches recently. If you have, get an MRI quickly."

"There are many blood vessels near the temples. Injecting hyaluronic acid there can easily puncture a blood vessel when the needle goes in, causing a thrombus. This diagnosis is on the house. Since you came to interview me and help with publicity, I’ll pay the registration fee myself later."

"Don’t dismiss this; I’m being very serious. If you don’t believe me, ask your little partner here. Is the hair on this side thinner? Especially here on the right temple, it looks even thinner than the left."

Hearing his words, the young man holding the camera couldn’t help but lean closer to her and take a careful look. Then, his expression turned a bit unsightly, and he nodded at the girl.

"Silly girl, stop worrying about other people’s business for now; get your own affairs in order. Don’t take a thrombus lightly. If it blocks a major blood vessel, it’s a stroke," Liu Banxia said very seriously.

DING! Task Issued: Sparse Hair

Host has discovered sparse hair at the correspondent’s temple, suspecting pore necrosis and thrombus formation from hyaluronic acid injection. Upon confirmed diagnosis, task reward: 200 Experience Points, 100 Skill Proficiency Points in Diagnostics, 2 Glory Points.

At first, he was teasing, but later, he was genuinely giving advice. It was also after his mood changed that the task popped up, and it even came with Glory Points as a reward.

The love of beauty is natural, and there are many medical aesthetic procedures available now. But some procedures are really done recklessly. Anyway, if it were him, he would absolutely not dare to inject hyaluronic acid into a patient’s temples.

"Dr. Liu, reporters from the TV station are here. They want to interview you," Liang Xiaolin, who had just rushed in for work, shouted at that moment.

Liu Banxia was startled. What was going on? Were interviews queuing up now? It was one thing for self-media to slander him, but if the TV station also started to lead things astray, then life would become difficult.