Chapter 1568: and translation of title

Leaving Director Kong's office, Zheng Ren, having a rare moment of leisure, read a book, summarized and reflected on the use of Optical Tweezers.

That bizarre idea had already taken root like a seed in his heart. It began to take root and sprout.

After reading for a while, Zheng Ren suddenly remembered that today was Cui Lao's clinic.

There were too many things, always forgetting this and that. Zheng Ren then understood why wealthy big Bosses always have a secretary.

Thinking of a secretary, he immediately recalled Qin Tang's little secretary in a bodycon short skirt.

Tsk tsk~ Zheng Ren felt a hint of emotion.

Arriving at the Emergency Department, he saw Zhou Litao busy.

He had said he would accompany Cui Lao on rounds, but ended up accompanying Zhou Litao instead. Now Zheng Ren felt the mosaic on Zhou Litao's face had lightened, to the point where even individual freckles were clearly visible.

"Manager Zhou, busy?" Seeing Zhou Litao, Zheng Ren greeted him more warmly.

This is practiced.

"Zheng Lao Ban, you've come." Zhou Litao said with a smile: "Accompanying Cui Lao on rounds?"

"I happen to be free, came to see Cui Lao. Is his condition better?"

"He's fine, Cui Lao is in the consultation room. Zheng Lao Ban, where's Yun Ge'er?" Zhou Litao asked, a bit embarrassed.

Zheng Ren glanced over; today seemed relatively free, Zhou Litao was bored.

"What do you want him for?"

"It's not just to ask about perfume, is it?" Zhou Litao leaned in and whispered, "Our hardware isn't enough, so we'll make up for it with other things. Anyway, regarding finding a girlfriend, once I finish my duties as Inpatient Chief, I'll go straight for it."

"He's busy; you can ask him on WeChat." Zheng Ren gave an honest smile.

Zheng Ren could not understand Zhou Litao's obsession with finding a girlfriend.

This is the case of the well-fed not knowing the hunger of the starving.

Arriving at the door of Cui Lao's consultation room, there happened to be a man in his thirties holding a registration slip, about to go inside.

Zheng Ren lined up behind him, No Rush, and entered the consultation room.

"Doctor Zheng, you're here." Cui Lao looked up, greeted Zheng Ren, and began seeing patients.

Zheng Ren, also familiar with the setting, found a stool to sit at Cui Lao's side-rear.

"Where do you feel Uncomfortable?" Cui Lao asked kindly.

"Doctor, I have a problem here." The young man sat down, rolled up his sleeve, and said somewhat anxiously.

Under the sleeve, a simple bandage was wrapped. The white bandage showed traces of seepage, looking somewhat serious.

Zheng Ren froze for a moment, then carefully examined the man's System Panel.

The diagnosis was simple: mild rubella.

"How did this happen?" Zheng Ren felt some Doubt.

If it were severe rubella, that would be fine; no matter what illness, if it's severe, it's hard to treat.

But it's mild rubella, yet the seepage is something weird.

"Open it up and have a look." Cui Lao said calmly.

The middle-aged man peeled off the bandage layer by layer; underneath was shocking.

A black scab about 6-8 cm in diameter, surrounded by pale yellow fluid seeping out.

"Is this really rubella?" Zheng Ren, though repeatedly Doubt and repeatedly slapped in the face by the Big Pig Trotter, couldn't help but want to question it.

"How did this happen?" Cui Lao, not in a hurry, asked slowly.

"Doctor, I… sigh." The man said, sighing, "I just flew back from the United States for this illness."

"One month ago, I broke out in a rash. At first I didn't pay attention, but after two or three days the itching became unbearable."

"I went to the nearby Community Hospital, but it was too busy and said I needed an appointment. So I went to the best local hospital, where an old doctor saw me." The man said angrily.

Cui Lao, seasoned from many battles, did not interrupt his slightly long-winded account.

The patient harbored anger, the kind that hadn't eased even after traveling eight thousand kilometers. If not vented, it could cause problems.

"At the appointed time, I went to see the doctor. She was very kind, like my grandmother. In today's terms, it was a smile like an old mother's." The man's expression was strange—not angry, yet not grateful.

Zheng Ren felt he had been corrupted by Su Yun; encountering such gossip, he actually became interested.

Why did the man's face have that strange expression?

He stared closely at the man, hoping to find clues from his microexpressions.

"I described my basic condition to her, and then she… took out a book and started flipping through it."

"…" Zheng Ren was speechless.

If I were to flip through a book while seeing a patient, I'd probably get beaten to death within a year.

"What book?" Cui Lao, unfazed, asked gently.

"Doctor, I work in bioengineering; I've also come across that book—it's a medical student's textbook."

"Then what?"

"She found the dermatology chapter and examined it more carefully than I did in school." The man laughed through tears, still a bit angry, but saying it out loud made him feel better.

"After looking for ten minutes, she found no answer, then opened the computer and started googling."

"…"

Zheng Ren also never imagined that they would see a doctor in that way.

That side boasts the world's most formidable doctors, hospitals, and research institutions.

Although this middle-aged patient would certainly not go to the most formidable private hospital for treatment, there's no way he'd resort to reading a textbook and then googling, right?

What's the difference between this and some patients lacking medical knowledge who first go online when seeking treatment?

Cui Lao glanced at the middle-aged patient's arm and sighed.

"She spent over ten minutes online, found nothing, and just casually prescribed some medicine and sent me away." The middle-aged man said anxiously: "I took the medicine at home, but it didn't help. Then came one, two, three follow‑up visits."

"Do you still remember the name of the medicine?" Cui Lao asked.

"I don't remember." The middle-aged man said: "But at the fifth follow-up, that is, three days ago, she wanted to give me hormones! By then my arm had already become like this. I asked my domestic classmates, and they all advised me to come back quickly."

"I also couldn't care less about all that; if the boss doesn't give me leave, I'll quit—surely it won't come to needing an amputation later, right?"

After he spoke about it, the middle-aged patient's mood stabilized a lot.

"Do you have any rashes elsewhere on your body?" Cui Lao asked: "Let me have a look."

"There are some here too." The man rolled up his sleeve, and several more red rashes appeared before his eyes.

"It's rubella." Cui Lao glanced, then said lightly: "I'll prescribe some medicine for you; take it at home and you'll be fine. As for that ulcerated wound, come change the dressing on schedule."

"……" The middle-aged patient stared for a moment; seeing Cui Lao's casual tone, he felt uncertain inside.

"Typical rubella; go home and take the medicine, you'll be better in three days. However, the ulcerated area will probably take about half a month to gradually heal."

Although the middle-aged patient was half-believing, half-doubting, he did not question it. He honestly took the slip and left to get the medicine.

There's not much to say about this patient; he just ran into an inexperienced doctor and was... afflicted.

Rubella? Any hospital's doctor can spot it.

……

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Note: A friend who had returned from the United States for an appendectomy told this; acting on his strong advice, the friend flew back to see a doctor. It will get better in three days, only the scab on the arm will take a long time to heal.

It should be a true story; at the very least, the fact that he flew back for the appendectomy is real.