Chapter 706: Shen Lang's Gossip

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Countless exclamation marks appeared above Ji Xiang's head.

"Back then, nobody paid much attention to it. I won't give you the conclusion yet; I'll keep telling you the story." Shen Lang counted on his fingers, holding up one finger to indicate this was the first example.

"Many years later, something happened at the home of the second-in-command at their workplace. Someone passed away in the Provincial Hospital," Shen Lang said. "A group of them went to the Provincial Hospital in three cars to attend the funeral. As it turned out, Lao Wangtou's car was involved in a major accident while exiting the highway."

"There were 7 people in the car, all of them seriously injured. Lao Wangtou was sitting in the passenger seat and was the most severely hurt."

"They were sent to the intensive care unit at the Provincial Hospital. The ICU there had just been established at the time, and they were said to be the first batch of patients."

Ji Xiang looked at Shen Lang, seeing a strange light in his eyes that seemed almost tangible. Without realizing it, he was assimilated by Shen Lang and began to take an interest in this piece of gossip.

This feeling was truly...

Indescribable.

It seemed the doctors under Zhou Jiaoshou all had their own unique traits.

Unbeknownst to him, the internal criticism Ji Xiang had for Shen Lang had completely vanished, and he hadn't even noticed it himself.

"After they got in, the doctors there said Lao Wangtou probably wouldn't make it, three days at most. As for the others, one was going to be a high-level paraplegic, and the rest were doing okay."

"But guess what happened!"

Ji Xiang fought back the urge to pin Shen Lang against the wall.

Shen Lang was very sturdy; it was the first time Ji Xiang had seen such a robust guy, and he might not be able to beat this animal in a fight.

"In the end, out of the 7 people in that car, only Lao Wangtou walked out perfectly fine."

Shen Lang had his merits; he liked to build suspense, but he didn't drag things out.

Perhaps it was because Shen Lang himself couldn't stand it if he spoke too slowly.

Ji Xiang was startled, but then he laughed, "Lang Ge, something's not right."

Shen Lang took a deep drag of his cigarette and asked with a look of certainty that Ji Xiang would say exactly that, "What's not right?"

"Weren't you in the Provincial Hospital? Since you know such details, it must be hearsay. When it comes to rumors, after passing through two or three people, the story becomes impossible to verify, don't you think?"

"You're underestimating your Lang Ge!" Shen Lang seized on this remark from Ji Xiang and began to refute it, "For this matter, I specifically visited the old Head Nurse and the old Lao Zhuren of the ICU at the time, as well as a young Nurse from back then."

"You went to the Provincial Hospital to visit them? Just for this?" Ji Xiang was stunned.

"Yeah, what else?" Shen Lang looked smug.

Ji Xiang had no idea what there was to be smug about.

"Why? Was it a difficult or complicated case?" Ji Xiang asked. "But trauma doesn't seem to have anything to do with difficult or complicated cases."

"You, why are you so boring!" Shen Lang scolded. "Sucking away someone's lifespan—isn't a matter this big worth a trip for me!"

"..."

Ji Xiang looked Shen Lang up and down again.

The reason he gave was very "sufficient," and it was hard to refute.

The answer wasn't the problem; it was just that Ji Xiang felt the things coming out of this person's mouth didn't sound like something a Doctor would say at all.

Could this be the legendary case of a dog's mouth not being able to spit out ivory?

"Besides, I was just going to the Provincial Hospital for a meeting, so I asked while I was there. It didn't waste any time."

"I learned from the old Lao Zhuren and the Head Nurse that they hadn't expected it either at the time. Lao Wangtou was truly damn strong; he lived through it against all odds. As for the others, some developed an Aortic Dissection—they'd just sit up in bed and then suddenly be gone—or they met with other accidents. In short, of the 7 people in the car, only Lao Wangtou survived."

Sucking away someone's lifespan?

If Ji Xiang weren't a staunch materialist, he would have believed it right there.

Shen Lang held up his second finger, but this time he saw his merit: Shen Lang stopped rambling and continued the story.

"Later on, after a few years, Lao Wangtou got older and started having Myocardial Infarction. At the time, our own Lao Zhuren had just returned from further studies and wanted to try it out. As it turned out, Lao Wangtou was hospitalized; if he didn't have the surgery, he would die, and if he did, he basically wouldn't be able to survive."

"Emergency bypass?"

"Very rare. There was no Interventional Surgery back then, so they had to bite the bullet and do it." Whenever Shen Lang encountered medical matters, he would just gloss over them and continue with the gossip. "In the end, Lao Wangtou pulled through again, but his eldest son, who was taking care of him, suffered a severe allergic reaction shortly after and died on the spot."

"!!!"

Ji Xiang was speechless.

He saw Shen Lang hold up a third finger.

One event could be a coincidence, two events could be a coincidence, but three?

It seemed it could no longer be described as a coincidence.

The cigarette was finished, and Shen Lang, being in the middle of his excitement, pulled out another one, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"After that, because Lao Wangtou's lungs weren't good, he started taking processed pinellia. As a result, he suddenly fell into a coma and was sent to our hospital. At the time, nobody knew about the processed pinellia, and everyone was at a loss regarding the coma."

"Processed pinellia? You mean pinellia that has been detoxified? What kind of poison does it have?" Ji Xiang asked.

Shen Lang said dismissively, "Xiao Ji Yisheng, can you pay attention to the main point?"

Countless retorts were about to burst out of Ji Xiang's heart.

As a Doctor, Ji Xiang didn't think there was anything wrong with what he had just asked.

Shen Lang, on the other hand, didn't look serious at all.

"Later, it was our Lao Zhuren who saw what was wrong at a glance. He finally peeled back the layers to find the source of the problem and determined that it was the coma caused by him eating the processed pinellia."

"That time, Lao Wangtou got better, but his second son died in a car accident shortly after."

Shen Lang held up his fourth finger.

Was Lao Wangtou a cursed loner? Ji Xiang wondered to himself.

Shen Lang was still talking incessantly; his hands were no longer just holding up fingers but gesturing as he spoke.

When he reached the eighth point, Shen Lang finally stopped.

Hearing him recount the past of an old Patient like he was counting his own family treasures, Ji Xiang felt a bit dazed.

Shen Lang was the strangest Doctor he had ever met, completely different from everyone else.

This guy seems to have no interest in medicine at all, only focusing on all sorts of gossip.

"Let me tell you, Xiao Ji, you must be careful," Shen Lang said solemnly, "Although I also know that this business about sucking away people's lifespan is most likely nonsense, but still..."

As he spoke, Shen Lang waved the "8" gesture in front of Ji Xiang.

"With so many examples laid out, you can't just say they are all isolated cases."

"Lang Ge, that's still not right," Ji Xiang said, "We go every time Lao Wangtou is hospitalized; if he were sucking away people's lifespan, why would the doctors all be perfectly fine?"

"Slap~"

Shen Lang raised his hand and hit Ji Xiang on the head.

It was very light, more like a joke, which left Ji Xiang stunned for a moment.

"The eighth time, didn't I tell you? Lao Wangtou has no one at home to look after him, so he hired a nursing aide. The nursing aide died after taking care of him!"

"..."

"However, I have your same question, and I have discussed it with the Director."

Discussed!

Not discussing the patient's condition, but discussing these random things.

"The Director said that the white coats we wear can ward off evil!" There was no smugness on Shen Lang's face; he seemed to simply be stating a fact.

(End of this chapter)