Chapter 97: You Are Guo Qiancheng

"Fuck you!" Shen Xiaobing stood up, ready to punch Wang Chuan.

Shen Mianshuang covered her chest with her left hand and extended her right to stop him.

"Xiaobing, stop being insane! Isn't working at Anxin Restaurant good enough? Why follow Dad into gambling? Last time you lost on cards, now you're betting on soccer."

"All you ever think about is gambling! Do you think I'm a bank?"

"Sister, you promised Mom you'd take care of me!" Shen Xiaobing shoved Shen Mianshuang hard against the wall.

Wang Chuan hadn't expected Shen Xiaobing, like an animal, would lay hands on his own sister—he reached out and pulled Shen Mianshuang up.

Ding dong!

【Clinical Medical Insight】: A tag appeared above Shen Mianshuang's head: fractured ribs, contusion of thoracic soft tissue.

Shen Mianshuang felt shame—Wang Chuan had seen her worthless brother—and she rose, yanking free from Wang Chuan, then walked alone toward the alley's mouth, head bowed.

"Doctor Shen, you have a fractured rib—I'll take you to the hospital!"

Without waiting for her reply, Wang Chuan helped Shen Mianshuang up and headed toward Mingzhou First Hospital.

Shen Xiaobing limped after them: "Hey! Doctor Wang, I'm injured too—I need to go to the hospital!"

At Mingzhou First Hospital Emergency Department: "Nurse Chang Min, Doctor Shen has fractured ribs—come quick!" Wang Chuan's voice was urgent, scanning for Nurse Chang Min.

Soon, Shen Mianshuang was placed on a hospital bed, her face as pale as paper, beads of cold sweat glistening on her temple.

Every slight breath tugged at her left thoracic wall, bringing a sharp, knife-like pain.

She instinctively pressed her right hand tightly against the lower left side of her chest; each inhale became unnaturally short and labored.

Shen Xiaobing limped behind, still grumbling: "Hey! Doctor Wang, I'm hurt too! Look at my head—I've been split open..."

Wang Chuan glared at him. "Nurse Chang Min, take this guy out and get a doctor to check him."

"Alright, Doctor Wu just took a break in the office! Doctor Zhang Yang is still in surgery, and the Orthopedics Emergency Doctor is in surgery too—who's going to see Doctor Shen?"

"Don't worry—I'll see Doctor Shen. You, Shen Xiaobing, get out of here right now!" Wang Chuan's eyes blazed.

Shen Xiaobing dared not speak again and followed Nurse Chang Min out.

"Doctor Shen, trust me—I'll examine you." Wang Chuan moved swiftly to begin his assessment.

Shen Mianshuang gave a faint nod. Wang Chuan gently unbuttoned her outer garment, exposing her left thoracic wall.

Beneath the full, rounded curve, a large, dark purple, horrifying bruise covered the area corresponding to the sixth and seventh left ribs.

"Does it hurt here?" Wang Chuan lightly pressed around the bruised area with his fingers.

"Sssss~!" Shen Mianshuang gasped sharply, her body tensing instinctively.

She clenched her teeth to keep from crying out, nodding painfully, pointing to the lower left chest: "Right... right here... it's excruciating... I can't breathe."

Wang Chuan's fingers traced the path of the ribs with careful touch.

When his fingertip slid over the midshaft of the left sixth rib, Shen Mianshuang's body jerked violently.

Wang Chuan's expression turned grim—the sensation beneath his fingers was unmistakable: an extremely subtle but clear crepitus, like two rough sheets of sandpaper grinding beneath the skin—the classic sign of fractured bone ends rubbing together!

Combined with the pinpoint of pain she indicated and the location of the bruising, a midshaft fracture of the sixth rib could be preliminarily diagnosed.

Wang Chuan immediately ordered the emergency nurse to wheel her for a frontal and lateral chest X-ray, focusing on the lower left thoracic margin.

When the X-ray results came: a clear black fracture line cut horizontally through the midshaft of the left sixth rib, with slight displacement—like a dry branch brutally snapped.

The fifth rib beside it showed no complete break, but a faint, discontinuous radiolucent line—evidence of a fissure.

The lungs showed no obvious signs of hemothorax or pneumothorax—luckily, at least, nothing worse.

"Confirmed!" Wang Chuan pointed at the film to Shen Mianshuang. "Fracture of the midshaft of the left sixth rib, with slight displacement. The fifth rib also has a fissure. Fortunately, the lung wasn't punctured. But the pain and breathing restriction will be severe."

At that moment, the door creaked open—Doctor Zhang Yang entered.

Wang Chuan explained the situation. Then Shen Mianshuang gripped Wang Chuan's hand: "Wang Chuan, go check on my brother instead. Let Doctor Zhang Yang handle this."

Zhang Yang nodded. Rib fractures were routine—Wang Chuan left the room, reassured.

He went to find Shen Xiaobing and saw he'd already been mostly stitched up.

After Doctor Wu Qinghua left, Wang Chuan brought Shen Xiaobing into the doctor's office and asked: "Explain exactly what happened."

Because at this moment, Wang Chuan remembered: in his past life, in July, Doctor Shen Mianshuang had vanished under mysterious circumstances.

Now it was clear—this had everything to do with her brother, Shen Xiaobing, and his gambling.

"I just go to Nanshui District to play cards—you don't know, when I first started, I put in a thousand yuan and won fifty thousand."

Wang Chuan looked at Shen Xiaobing with contempt—he was gesticulating wildly, ecstatic.

"After that, no need to guess—you lost it all, didn't you?"

"Yeah, then my luck crashed. Every card I drew was garbage."

Wang Chuan thought: if he paid this off now, Doctor Shen's salary must've been completely wiped out by this brat. "Tell me—how much do you owe?"

"If I don't pay today, it'll be seven thousand tomorrow." Shen Xiaobing suddenly grinned. "Are you my sister's boyfriend? If so, give me ten thousand. I'll call Ding Ge right away—he'll come collect."

Wang Chuan wanted to strangle Shen Xiaobing on the spot. "I'll borrow from a colleague. You write a IOU. How much do you need today?"

"Five thousand eight."

None of the Emergency Department doctors or nurses carried that much cash—and luck was terrible—the hospital ATM had been emptied.

Wang Chuan remembered Guo Qiancheng might still have cash left—he called him.

He stood at the entrance of the Emergency Department lobby, waiting for Guo Qiancheng.

"Doctor Wang!" Guo Qiancheng called from afar.

Wang Chuan walked out toward the hospital flower bed—suddenly, a shadow lunged from the darkness: "You're Wang Chuan, right? I'll f*** your mom for calling the cops!"

Thud—he fell. Wang Chuan saw it was the stalker!

Before he could react, his chin took a punch—searing pain, nearly knocking him unconscious.

"Who the f*** are you?!" Guo Qiancheng rushed over and clashed with the stalker, Cui Lao San.

Guo Qiancheng had neither strength nor height advantage—he was quickly beaten senseless, unable to rise, face covered in blood.

Seizing the opportunity, Wang Chuan rose from the ground, cracked his neck, and took several strides to charge at Cui Lao San, who had not yet turned around.

"Doctor Wang, let me help you."

Guo Qiancheng summoned all his strength and suddenly locked Cui Lao San's legs.

"Little brat, looking for death? I'll screw your mother!" Cui Lao San squatted toward the ground and smashed his right fist at Guo Qiancheng's head.

"Guo Qiancheng, watch out!"

Wang Chuan was burning with anxiety; he was just a little bit short.

Suddenly, the moment the words left his mouth, Cui Lao San's fist halted mid-air. "Guo Qiancheng, are you Guo Qiancheng?"

"Screw your mother!"

Wang Chuan lunged forward, wrapped his arms around Cui Lao San's waist, and shoved him to the ground.