Chapter 101: Misdiagnosis

The words had barely left his mouth when two more people entered.

“Who is the attending physician?” one of them asked.

The male doctor immediately stepped forward:

“I am.”

The man nodded, his expression grave:

“According to Article 46 of the Medical Accident Handling Regulations…”

Half a minute later, the doctor was stunned.

He was confident he could intimidate the patient’s family and believed these two police officers couldn’t touch him.

But faced with medical staff more professional than himself, his confidence vanished instantly.

Even his demeanor was completely crushed by theirs.

Yu Dazhang quietly leaned toward Qu Tuotuo, nudging her arm, and whispered:

“Who are they?”

Qu Tuotuo gave him a reassuring glance:

“They’re pediatric specialists from their hospital. I was worried something might go wrong on the way, so I asked them to come along with the ambulance.”

“You’ve got some serious clout,” Yu Dazhang complimented her.

He genuinely thought Qu Tuotuo had handled this brilliantly and thought everything through thoroughly.

If he had tried to handle it, he certainly wouldn’t have been as steady as she was.

Not to mention, pediatric specialists from a hospital aren’t just anyone you can summon.

But their stance was firm—even now, they still wouldn’t release the child.

Later, hospital administrators arrived.

After negotiations, Liu Ying’s parents signed a liability waiver and promised that any future developments in the child’s condition would have nothing to do with this hospital.

Once this was done, Liu Ying was finally loaded onto the ambulance.

Though the process was complicated, at least the outcome was good.

Yu Dazhang and Qu Tuotuo naturally followed them to the new hospital.

Ma Jian wanted to come too, but Yu Dazhang talked him out of it.

The child’s parents had been found; the abandonment case was over. Ma Jian sticking around wouldn’t help, and it was better to let him go home and rest.

For a case this minor, they didn’t even bother with formal closure procedures.

If the circumstances are clearly minor and pose little harm, it’s not considered a crime—just drop the case outright.

At the new hospital, Qu Tuotuo helped with the paperwork, and little Liu Ying was quickly assigned a ward.

Another half-hour passed, and the child’s temperature finally dropped back to normal.

Yu Dazhang exhaled in relief and checked the time.

It was past nine at night.

He gave the child’s parents his phone number, gave them a few more instructions, then left the hospital with Qu Tuotuo.

Yu Dazhang had only eaten half a bowl of noodles for dinner, and after all this commotion, now that he relaxed, his stomach immediately growled in protest.

“I’ll treat you to dinner,” he smiled at Qu Tuotuo.

“I don’t have a habit of eating snacks at night,” Qu Tuotuo refused bluntly:

“You aren’t eating either—look at how big your belly is.”

“Just eat a little,” Yu Dazhang persisted.

Qu Tuotuo glared at him:

“Not a single bite. Come on, I’ll walk with you—burn off some fat.”

Hearing he had to walk instead of eat, Yu Dazhang immediately deflated.

“Let’s just part ways nicely.”

When he got home, he found his parents were already asleep.

After a quick wash-up, he went to his room, and his mind involuntarily replayed today’s events.

The private hospital’s conduct confused him, but mostly left him speechless.

When they were owed money, their passive treatment was understandable.

Hospitals—especially private ones—must prioritize profit.

Forcing them to act charitably is moral coercion.

But after the bill was paid and even extra funds were pre-deposited, they still didn’t treat the child actively.

Some things become clear only through comparison.

After Liu Ying was transferred to the new hospital, her fever broke in just over half an hour—this showed that reducing a child’s fever wasn’t difficult at all.

Yu Dazhang believed the private hospital could have done the same.

Yet after Qu Tuotuo paid, the male doctor didn’t administer any fever-reducing treatment to Liu Ying.

He did go to the ward, but it made no difference.

According to Qu Tuotuo, they only ran various tests on Liu Ying in the ward—no actual medication was given. That made no sense.

Was it incompetence, or something else?

So hungry~

Already hungry, Yu Dazhang now felt dizzy and lightheaded, his heartbeat quickening as he thought harder.

He got out of bed and tiptoed to the kitchen.

He searched everywhere but found not even a single leaf of vegetable.

No need to guess—his mother, seeing he wasn’t home, hadn’t cooked, and had finished the leftovers with his father.

Finally, he found a packet of instant noodles tucked in the corner of a cabinet.

Yu Dazhang didn’t bother boiling it—he just tore open the seasoning packet and poured it directly onto the noodle cake, eating it like crispy noodles.

After finishing the whole packet, he felt his anxiety ease, his breathing steady, his mind clearer.

Lying back down, he began thinking again about what happened at the hospital.

The nurses were suspicious too.

Though he didn’t go to hospitals often, he’d seen plenty of nurses.

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But he’d never seen eyes so cold.

There’s a saying: the eyes are the window to the soul.

Eyes directly reflect a person’s inner emotions and psychological state.

One nurse being cold could be explained as a personality trait.

But if every nurse in pediatrics was like that, it was an environmental problem.

And the watch and brooch Qu Tuotuo found—those prices were far beyond what a nurse’s salary could afford.

In summary:

Cold, wealthy…

Could these people be part-time assassins?

Otherwise, it made no sense.

Yu Dazhang suddenly thought better of it and found his own idea ridiculous.

His occupational paranoia was acting up again.

The next day.

As soon as Yu Dazhang arrived at the branch team, he received good news.

The collective third-class merit award for the impersonation case had been approved.

Someone asked:

Why did it take so long?

Guys, any merit award requires layer-by-layer approval—it’s not decided by one or two people.

This is just a collective third-class merit.

Second-class and first-class merits take even longer to approve.

So what’s so exciting about just a collective third-class merit?

If you think that way, you’re wrong.

As an official written document, it can be filed in your personal record and become part of your personal honor.

It’s not only recognition of your contribution within the group, but also strong proof for your career advancement.

In fact, third-class merits have annual quotas.

If you work hard and consistently perform excellently for three years, you’ll usually get one.

But that’s earned through time.

And merit awards can stack—having two third-class merits in your file will definitely speed up your promotion compared to having just one.

And rank promotion directly affects salary, position, and more.

Since Yu Dazhang was promoted early, his salary rose from 3,500 to 4,500.

For a new recruit like him, it was a qualitative leap.

The other members of the special task force also received the news and started planning a celebration.

Yu Dazhang had no objection to this.

Let everyone chip in for a meal, have some fun, and meanwhile strengthen our bonds.

Having more familiar faces within the system is always a good thing.

At noon, Qu Tuotuo called him.

Yu Dazhang assumed it was to invite him to dinner, but Qu Tuotuo dropped a bombshell instead:

“The pediatric specialist at the hospital just contacted me—they reperformed a brain CT and blood sample analysis on Liu Ying this morning.”

“The diagnosis is confirmed.”

“Liu Ying has pediatric epidemic meningitis, commonly called meningococcal meningitis—not pediatric encephalitis.”

“These two illnesses are completely different!”

(End of chapter)