Chapter 96

So he said, "If you want to be discharged, you must sign a voluntary refusal of treatment form; otherwise, don't even think about leaving."

The old man responded without hesitation, "No problem, I'll sign."

This caught Xie Wendong off guard. Seeing that this tactic was not working, he turned to the old man's son, wanting to use him to persuade the old man to accept the surgery.

"Why don't you persuade your father? He has more than one tumor in his brain, and if it's not handled in time..." However, the middle-aged man seemed to turn a deaf ear to Xie Wendong's words and interrupted him.

"Director Xie, don't waste your breath. I have already shown the CT scan to other doctors, and they all said they found no brain tumor. We have decided not to have this surgery."

These words sent a chill up Xie Wendong's spine, and he asked suspiciously, "How could it just get better on its own? If you don't have surgery, how could the tumor disappear?"

The middle-aged man was furious and shoved away the hand Xie Wendong was using to point at the old man. "Don't point at my father casually. Besides, I don't want to get entangled with a quack doctor like you."

This statement caused quite a stir in the Huacheng Municipal Hospital; after all, no one had ever challenged Xie Wendong's authority so directly before.

Xie Wendong's face darkened, "Make yourself clear, how am I a quack doctor?"

The man did not back down and threw the CT film at Xie Wendong's face, "Look for yourself. So many doctors have said it—my father has no brain tumor at all, and you are still here spouting nonsense."

Xie Wendong confidently took the CT film, glanced at Lin Yu standing to the side, and said arrogantly:

"You should trust my professional judgment. Nationwide, when it comes to neurosurgical techniques, I wouldn't say I'm the top, but I'm not far off. Conditions I can spot, ordinary doctors might not necessarily notice."

But this time, his strategy failed.

The old man sneered, "I said my illness is already cured, can't you understand? I don't have a headache now, and there is no tumor in my brain anymore."

Xie Wendong completely lost his patience and said angrily, "Fine, since you insist that you are not sick, then go sign the refusal of treatment form. There are many other patients here waiting for hospitalization."

After saying this, he turned to Zhou Yuanli and immediately put on a fawning smile: "Sir, the environment here is not very suitable for you. Would you like to change to a quieter place to rest?"

Zhou Yuanli replied expressionlessly, "No need, it's quite good here, full of the breath of life."

Xie Wendong was left completely confused by this, but he dared not ask more and could only vent his anger on Lin Yu, calculating in his heart how to deal with this seemingly unremarkable young man.

At the entrance of the ward, a voice sounded: "Hey, are you a family member of the patient? This is not a vegetable market, please have irrelevant personnel leave."

Lin Yu glanced at the person speaking, had no intention of arguing with him, and walked straight to Zhou Min's bedside to start taking his pulse.

According to the effects of the Life-Prolonging Pill, Zhou Min should be almost fully recovered by now.

If nothing unexpected happens, he should be able to wake up in another two hours.

However, when Xie Wendong saw Lin Yu taking Zhou Min's pulse, he suddenly sneered: "No wonder you didn't agree to the surgery; so you're a practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine! Still here taking someone's pulse—what a charlatan. If taking a pulse could cure illnesses, what would be the use of a hospital?"

Lin Yu originally didn't want to cause trouble, but Xie Wendong's repeated provocations made him feel very annoyed.

Thus, he turned his head and glared at Xie Wendong, then froze.

He noticed that although Xie Wendong was about forty years old, his nasolabial folds were very deep, indicating heart problems; and the faint dark circles under his eyes showed that his liver was also unhealthy.

If these problems were added together, Xie Wendong's physical condition was worrying.

Lin Yu spoke up: "Always accusing others of having brain tumors, you should check yourself too. You suffer from insomnia at night but are abnormally energetic during the day; if you didn't have to sleep, you could go days without rest, right?"

Upon hearing this, Xie Wendong was stunned at first, then said dismissively, "You know this too? Must have heard it from the nurses! This proves I'm in good health and have abundant energy."

Lin Yu shook his head and said seriously, "This is not abundant energy, but because you have a tumor growing in your brain, pressing on your nerves and causing you to lose your sleepiness. Furthermore, a bad heart can also lead to sleep problems. Go get checked now, perhaps there is still a chance to save you."

Xie Wendong was shocked by Lin Yu's words, but he quickly regained his composure and mocked, "You say I'm a patient without even taking my pulse—it would be a ghost if I were actually sick."

Lin Yu smiled slightly and said calmly, "Raise your left arm and press under your left ribs with your right hand; it will be extremely painful there. If you don't believe me, you can try."

Xie Wendong did so with half-belief, but his face instantly turned pale; the sharp pain made him open his mouth wide, almost unable to speak.

Others in the ward also tried it, but not a single person felt pain as unbearable as Xie Wendong's.

An old man asked curiously, "Young man, why don't I feel pain?"

Lin Yu looked at Xie Wendong, who was still in pain, and explained with a smile: "Not feeling pain means you are not sick. Although the human body has pain nerves under the ribs, under normal circumstances, pressing there will not cause pain unless there is a problem with the body, which causes excruciating pain upon pressure."

"You are spouting nonsense," Xie Wendong retorted through gritted teeth, but as soon as he straightened his waist, his vision went black and he almost fell. Realizing that he might actually have a problem, Xie Wendong began to feel afraid.

At this moment, Zhang Yuru's voice came from outside the door: "Is Director Xie here?"

She froze as soon as she finished speaking, because she saw Lin Yu again.

Instantly, her anger erupted: "I was wondering why my parents were acting crazy again; so it was because of you."

This left Lin Yu confused, not understanding how Li Xueying and Zhang Yongling's abnormal behavior had anything to do with him.

Zhang Yuru did not give Lin Yu a chance to explain, grabbed his collar, and started yelling.

Zhang Yuru said angrily, "Lin Yu, since we are divorced, don't even think about remarrying. You always come to cause me trouble, it only makes me hate you more."

However, before she could finish her sentence, she saw the gloomy-faced Zhou Yuanli and Zhou Min lying on the hospital bed. Zhang Yuru was stunned.

Taking advantage of this brief silence, Lin Yu hurriedly explained: "I don't know what happened to your parents; I have been staying in this ward ever since I arrived here."

"I think you have misunderstood. Ever since we divorced, I haven't caused you any trouble. Why would you think I'm messing things up?"

But Zhang Yuru didn't believe him at all, and instead retorted with a face full of surprise: "Really? You actually dare to say that. Wherever I go, you follow—if this isn't messing things up, what is?"

"These past few days, how many major events have you ruined? Don't you have any idea in your heart? How can you have the nerve to say you aren't messing things up?"

Lin Yu thought about the things that had happened recently, thinking to himself that he was so busy every day, where would he have the time to mess things up.