Chapter 693: Baidu Medical Consultation (Part 1)

It's here!

Ji Xiang rubbed his hands together, feeling a little excited.

Meng Qingfei was always able to spot clues; for instance, he once stood in the hallway watching the Emergency Pediatrics department and ended up solving a major issue.

There were many similar examples; Ji Xiang had experienced it firsthand and knew of Meng Qingfei's "miraculous" nature.

Ji Xiang didn't need to be on duty, so he was just a bystander; naturally, he hoped Meng Qingfei would discover and solve the problem.

This was all part of clinical experience, much like the smell of a rotten apple.

"Xiao Ji, help me go over things," Meng Qingfei said softly, closing his eyes.

"Just now, I was suturing a patient in the treatment room, and I had to align the scales—every single scale had to be aligned perfectly." Ji Xiang began to recount the recent events, continuing until the Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor decided to perform a gastric lavage on the patient, and then mentioning the nurse's shift change.

Meng Qingfei kept his eyes closed, his eyelids twitching slightly, but he only listened without speaking.

"It doesn't seem like there's anything unusual. Is there a problem with the patient who took the medicine?"

"I didn't look..." Meng Qingfei stopped immediately after saying those three words. "Let me think."

Just as Meng Qingfei and Ji Xiang were staring at each other, a sudden commotion broke out outside the door.

"Here, put the brazier here!"

A brazier?

Ji Xiang was startled and immediately went to the door to check the situation.

A group of people swarmed to the entrance of the Emergency Rescue Room, and someone placed a brazier there, looking as if they were about to light a fire.

Meng Qingfei also frowned and walked over; he seemed somewhat angry, taking a deep breath that caused his chest to heave.

"Meng Laoshi, what is this?"

"Folk custom," Meng Qingfei said vaguely.

After saying this, he walked straight over. "What are you doing? This is a hospital!"

"You're just a doctor on duty, don't bring trouble upon yourself," a man around thirty years old glanced at Meng Qingfei and said with great disdain. "You can call security, but if you beep one more word, I'll find thirty people to come and complain about you every single day."

"..." Ji Xiang's heart sank; damn, they had run into someone who knew the ropes.

One didn't need to actually do anything to threaten a doctor; if they found thirty people to complain about Meng Qingfei every day, the Medical Affairs Department would handle it seriously at first, trying to distinguish truth from falsehood.

But what about later on? The trouble would only grow, and the Medical Affairs Department would certainly suspend Meng Qingfei for a period of time.

As for who was right or wrong, who cared?

This was also a form of "allocation by disturbance."

Moreover, the man had made it very clear: feel free to call security, and it seemed they wouldn't mind if the police were called either.

But this group wasn't afraid.

"Buddy, this is a hospital, don't scare others," Meng Qingfei said with a smile, his attitude softening immediately.

"You mind your own business; I'm not bothering you," the man said, seeing Meng Qingfei's attitude soften. "It'll be quick, don't worry, we know the rules."

"What is this for?" Meng Qingfei pressed.

"Are you bored? Why don't you go suture yourself?" The man squinted at Meng Qingfei. "Get lost."

"..." Meng Qingfei was speechless.

This person's attitude changed too quickly, as if he'd taken some kind of drug.

He hadn't encountered a situation like this in many years; there used to be many such people, but now they were all eating prison food after the crackdown on organized crime.

What was going on today?

Meng Qingfei wasn't aggressive; he smiled slightly to show his friendliness, then stepped aside.

"Meng Laoshi, they are going too far," Ji Xiang whispered.

"Heh," Meng Qingfei said. "Xiao Ji, let me ask you something."

"Meng Laoshi, go ahead."

As Meng Qingfei watched the gastric lavage through the door, he asked, "Do you know how the hospital Scalpers resell registration tickets?"

"It used to be by waiting in line, but now they hack the hospital's app online," Ji Xiang said.

"Wrong," Meng Qingfei shook his head. "It's hacked one slash at a time."

"..." Ji Xiang thought of Pinduoduo.

If you're a brother, come and give me a slash.

"The profits are too high; anything can happen. It's not just about people waiting in line in the middle of the night to get a number," Meng Qingfei sighed. "If it were that simple, it would be too easy."

"!!!"

"A few years ago, an Expert in Qilu was slashed by a Scalper; it was likely because this Expert wouldn't cooperate with their 'work,' so the Scalpers took direct action."

"How dare they be so arrogant!"

"Don't get all indignant," Meng Qingfei said calmly, smiling. "Back when the hospital had a Morgue, that was also a huge source of profit. But with one word from above, that profit disappeared. Of course, large hospitals still have them, but our hospital's Morgue is gone. So..."

Meng Qingfei stopped there, staring intently at the vomiting patient, his hands subconsciously placed behind his back, rubbing against those two dark spots.

Ji Xiang also noticed that Meng Qingfei's behavior was off. He hesitated, but this time he didn't return to the System Operating Room, instead watching Meng Qingfei quietly, waiting for him to discover and solve the problem.

After a long time, Meng Qingfei finally let out a breath.

"Meng Laoshi, what did you find?" Ji Xiang asked.

"The patient has small blue spots on their ears; I was wondering what was wrong."

Ji Xiang leaned in to observe.

From a distance, Ji Xiang could only use his "Clear-Sighted" skill to observe the faint blue spots on the patient's ears and palms.

Upon seeing them, Ji Xiang was somewhat surprised.

Meng Qingfei's eyesight was just too good!

With eyes like these, it would be a waste of talent not to perform Microsurgery.

"You can see it too?" Meng Qingfei asked.

"I can barely see it. Meng Laoshi, your eyesight is truly impressive!" Ji Xiang praised.

"Presbyopia."

"..."

"There is a problem, but what kind of illness involves blue spots on the ear that are still very faint?" Meng Qingfei took out his phone.

Ji Xiang was speechless.

Is Meng Laoshi diagnosing by Baidu?

Suddenly, a feeling of being unable to laugh or cry welled up in Ji Xiang's heart.

"The small blue spot in front of your ear is folliculitis. It's already ripe. Use Iodophor to disinfect it, squeeze it out, and disinfect it again afterward. It will be fine in a few days. Pay attention to skin hygiene. Eat less spicy and irritating food."

Meng Qingfei read the answer aloud and muttered, "What kind of nonsense is this? It's unlikely for folliculitis to show blue spots. This answer gets zero points."

"Meng Laoshi, this way you have of diagnosing..."

"I just can't remember what the problem is." Meng Qingfei patted his own head. "Ever since I caught the virus a few years ago, the brain fog has persisted."

"Is it because you're getting older and your memory is gradually getting worse?" Ji Xiang asked.

"!!!"

Meng Qingfei glared at Ji Xiang.

"Another possibility is poor sun protection. Though it's winter now, so that shouldn't be it." Meng Qingfei searched for relevant answers, but still had no leads.

Watching that group of people begin some sort of strange ritual, Meng Qingfei pulled Ji Xiang back into the Consultation Room.

(End of this chapter)