Chapter 1729: 1670 Group Scam

Cui Lao put on his flowered glasses, opened the cabinet, and wanted to squat down to look for something.

"Cui Lao, Cui Lao, I'm here." Zheng Ren volunteered.

"Lower left, the sixth file folder, the one with the blue label." Cui Lao said.

Zheng Ren found the file folder and handed it to Cui Lao.

After opening it, Cui Lao carefully took out the yellowed medical record paper from inside.

"I've replaced the medical records inside three times; I estimate there won't be a fourth." Cui Lao gently stroked the records and said, "Today's case is the 79th."

"Replace?" Su Yun asked.

"The paper will rot, and besides I keep flipping through it, so every dozen years I have to rewrite it." Cui Lao took out a sheet of paper and carefully wrote Zhang Guohui's medical history on it.

"Cui Lao, he agreed to have the surgery." Lao He persuaded Zhang Guohui and came in saying.

"Little Zheng, go pick out the worms." Cui Lao said leisurely.

To him, this wasn't a problem.

Zheng Ren nodded.

"After picking out the worms, remember not to throw them away; find something to contain them, and I'll send them to the parasitology department of Capital Medical University after work. By the way, let the comrades in the teaching and research office help examine them to confirm the diagnosis." Although Cui Lao spoke calmly, Zheng Ren could still hear some delight in his words.

It's just his temperament; Su Yun didn't go with Zheng Ren to pick the worms. It's merely a minor outpatient surgery—cut open and directly pull them out.

The creeping evil silk worms and the worms from Nanyang Song'en are incomparable; Zheng Ren didn't even need to wear a microscope.

What else is there to see?

Su Yun chatted with Cui Lao, while Zheng Ren used three minutes to pick out the white worms.

"Look, once it's out, it's fine." Zheng Ren took a small specimen box with a blue lid and placed the creeping evil silk worm inside.

After leaving the door, Zheng Ren saw Zhou Litao following beside an old lady, talking all the way.

The system panel displayed that the old lady's diagnosis was left lung cancer.

Zheng Ren gave the blue-lidded specimen box to Lao He, asking him to pass it to Cui Lao, then quickly walked up to Zhou Litao's side.

"Isn't payment only after a cure?" the old lady said while coughing.

"Auntie, examinations need to be done first; otherwise I wouldn't know what illness you have." Zhou Litao bent over, carefully accompanying with a smile, "I hear your lungs have a bit of an old-age condition; go get a CT."

"No." The old lady said, "You're being so polite just to swindle my money."

"Really not." Zhou Litao said, "I truly hear there's a problem."

"Don't cheat me." The old lady said, "I'm just coughing; you insist I undergo some examination. I've seen this kind of trick many times!"

Zheng Ren sighed.

It's likely that Zhou Litao listened to her lungs, heard weakened breath sounds, judged it possibly lung cancer, so he ordered a chest CT. But the patient refused the examination, so he came out to try to persuade her.

"Doctors used to be great—no all these examination devices; whatever the illness was, that's what it was. But you lot, with all this equipment, your medical skills keep getting worse." The old lady said disdainfully.

Zhou Litao was speechless.

"Without machines you can't see illness? Then what are you doctors for? Bring a dog over, it's the same."

"Auntie, don't scold people, first calm down." Zhou Litao initially seemed angry, but after saying just a few words he suppressed his anger.

"I understand your kind of fawning over nothing." The old lady looked disdainfully at Zhou Litao and said, "You're just coaxing and scaring me into doing a few tests—do you get a commission or something?!"

"Auntie, we're a public hospital; we don't do that." Zhou Litao gave a bitter smile.

"No matter what you say, I just won't get checked!" The old lady ignored whatever Zhou Litao said and directly refused.

"Auntie, why won't you get examined?" Zheng Ren tried to make his smile gentle and persuasive.

"Hey, you guys are scamming and even forming a team?" The old lady glanced at Zheng Ren, completely unmoved by the charm value of the Big Pig Trotter, and said disdainfully, "I'm afraid of radiation—okay?"

"Sure, sure." Zheng Ren laughed, "Then drawing blood for a test should be fine, right?"

"Don't think I don't know!" The old lady angrily said, "Your conscience is completely rotten! I heard people say that hospitals draw blood but never test it; they just sell it!"

This is the rhythm of being impossible to persuade no matter how you try.

Zheng Ren was quite speechless, he and Zhou Litao locked eyes, both giving a bitter smile.

"Young man, auntie advises you: learn your skills well, don't just rely on machines to make ordinary people spend money." The old lady then earnestly advised Zheng Ren.

"Auntie..." Zheng Ren then felt somewhat helpless.

An old doctor can tell what illness it is at a glance? That's nonsense.

Cui Lao sat inside the room; only a few illnesses can be known at a glance. Without doing lab tests, how could one know what the rest are?

Unless everyone gets a Big Pig Trotter.

Many years ago, old doctors had this become a legendary saying. But back then, what was the average lifespan, and what is it now—why don't you think about that?

Zheng Ren didn't want to argue; persuading a person is really hard.

Zhou Litao still hadn't given up; the smile on his face grew more vigorous, his freckles like dancing butterflies.

But after escorting the old lady all the way to the gate, Zhou Litao still couldn't convince her, so he had to walk back with his head down, discouraged.

Zheng Ren gave a bitter smile: "Still not working?"

"I finally told her the truth—I suspected left upper lobe lung cancer. Guess what the auntie said to me?" Zhou Litao sighed.

"Say you were scaring her."

"Yeah." Zhou Litao said, "She had just been scammed out of a few thousand yuan by someone selling medicine in the community, buying whatever magnetic therapy pillow and such."

This counts as overcorrecting.

After being deceived, most people think not about how to learn from the experience, but about self-deception.

They try every means to convince themselves to believe, and also to convince others, to prove they weren't taken in.

But this auntie before us is another kind of situation.

She admitted she was wrong and overcorrected; even the doctors at 912 don't believe her.

Zheng Ren didn't ask Zhou Litao whether, after auscultation, he considered it early-stage lung cancer; the earlier it is, the more regrettable.

But you can't just press a person onto the Operating table and do surgery, can you?

"Zheng Lao Ban, you're accompanying Cui Lao for an outpatient visit?" Zhou Litao shifted the topic, not wanting to dwell on what left him helpless.

"Well, this Afternoon I happened to encounter a patient with a creeping malicious silk worm, sent over for Cui Lao to take a look, and I pulled the worm out."

Zhou Litao's expression suddenly turned mysterious, and he whispered: "Zheng Lao Ban, I heard this morning that you had a hospital-wide consultation, went on a rampage, scolding all the department heads until they were drenched in dog blood?"

……

Zheng Ren looked at Zhou Litao with an innocent gaze, not knowing what to say.