Chapter 212

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

"Not the Emergency Department, but an old man came to the consultation desk on the first floor."

Feng Jiao ran to Zhang Xianyang's side, panting twice, then spoke at an extremely fast pace.

"That old man said he wanted to book Sun Lao's expert number. We told him Sun Lao is returning to Chuan Yu this afternoon, but he refuses to believe it, saying you promised him yesterday that he could see Sun Lao if he came today. Right now he's arguing with the nurse!"

Zhang Xianyang was stunned for two seconds, and the image of the scalper old man suddenly flashed through his mind.

He instantly remembered what happened at the entrance of Lu Feng's Shop yesterday.

Back then, in order to buy Red Braised Pork for Sun Lao, he wanted to swap places with the scalper old man, so he promised to arrange for Sun Lao to consult with him.

This morning he waited at the hospital for a whole morning but didn't see the scalper old man's shadow.

Until after Sun Lao left in the afternoon, he thought the other party found it troublesome and didn't come, so he didn't take it to heart.

Unexpectedly, he came to the door only now.

Didn't we tell him yesterday that Sun Lao is returning to Chuan Yu this afternoon and asked him to come in the morning?

"Fine, I'll go take a look. You go get busy."

Zhang Xianyang frowned and waved his hand at Feng Jiao.

He walked quickly toward the elevator entrance, still muttering to himself in his heart.

Is this scalper old man too unpunctual?

I clearly told him the time, so why did he only come now?

Sun Lao's schedule was originally very tight; he left Jiangcheng by plane at four in the afternoon.

It's past seven now; he's probably already in Chuan Yu.

Zhang Xianyang went down to the first floor. When he was still far from the consultation desk, he heard an impatient male voice.

"That Doctor Zhang from your hospital yesterday spoke to me very well, saying I could see Sun Lao if I came today. But when I came, you told me Sun Lao had left. Isn't your hospital fooling me?"

The little nurse behind the consultation desk explained with a helpless expression: "Uncle, please don't be anxious first. We've already gone to call Doctor Zhang. He'll explain it to you when he comes."

The scalper old man's voice was very loud, attracting many patients' family members around to watch the excitement.

Seeing this, Zhang Xianyang hurriedly walked over quickly and patted the scalper old man's shoulder.

When the scalper old man turned around and saw Zhang Xianyang, he immediately shouted loudly: "Doctor Zhang, you're finally here! What on earth is going on? Didn't you tell me yesterday..."

"Let's go somewhere else to talk. It's not good to have an audience here."

Zhang Xianyang saw more and more people gathering around to watch the excitement, waved his hand to interrupt him, then turned around and walked toward the Rest Room.

The scalper old man saw this and hurriedly followed.

After the two entered the Rest Room, Zhang Xianyang had just closed the door when the scalper old man behind him continued shouting.

"Doctor Zhang, you have to explain this to me. Yesterday you patted your chest and guaranteed me that Sun Lao would consult with me today. But as soon as I came, they said he had already left. Aren't you playing me?"

Zhang Xianyang saw his posture of demanding an explanation, frowned, and asked back.

"Don't rush to shout. I clearly told you yesterday that Sun Lao is returning to Chuan Yu this afternoon and asked you to come in the morning without fail. I even prepared the consultation slip for you. I waited for you a whole morning, so why didn't you come?"

"What? You said that?"

The scalper old man was stunned. The anxiety on his face slowly turned into bewilderment, and his tone softened: "I don't remember anything at all... Did you really say it?"

"Of course I said it. Did you forget, or did you not hear clearly at all?"

Zhang Xianyang sighed helplessly.

"Ai ya! It's all my fault!"

The scalper old man patted his head with a face full of regret: "I went to play mahjong with friends today, thinking I'd come for a checkup in the evening, then grab a meal and go home. I didn't expect..."

"Then... Doctor Zhang, what should we do now?"

The scalper old man scratched his head and looked at Zhang Xianyang somewhat embarrassedly.

Zhang Xianyang saw his somewhat awkward appearance, lowered his head to think for a while, then said.

"Uncle, Sun Lao has indeed returned to Chuan Yu, so it's impossible for him to see you. However, Director Zhou of our department is also an expert in Digestive Medicine. His experience isn't far behind Sun Lao's. I'll say a word to him and let him see you. Is that okay?"

The scalper old man's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly: "Fine! Then I'll trouble you, Doctor Zhang. As long as it's an expert, Director Zhou is fine too!"

"You go do a checkup on the first floor first. When the test results come out, go directly to Director Zhou's office on the second floor. I'll go say hello to him now."

Zhang Xianyang stood up, walked to the door, and pulled open the Rest Room door.

The scalper old man quickly walked out of the Rest Room and left with a satisfied look.

Watching the scalper old man's departing back, Zhang Xianyang breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around and went to the second floor.

The door to the Director's office on the second floor was ajar. Zhang Xianyang knocked lightly, then pushed the door open and entered.

"Xiao Zhang, what's wrong? Aren't you off work already? Something the matter?"

Zhou Zhengbang had just returned from performing a surgery not long ago, and his expression was still somewhat tired. He looked at Zhang Xianyang walking in and asked.

"Director Zhou, I have a favor to ask of you."

Zhang Xianyang smiled bitterly, then explained the scalper old man's situation in detail: "After he finishes his checkup later, could you help him take a look?"

After Director Zhou understood the whole story, he nodded readily, smiled, and said: "Fine. After all, you're doing this for Sun Lao. I can't make things difficult for you. Later, have him come find me."

"Thank you, Director Zhou!"

Zhang Xianyang breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and left the Director's office.

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After a while, the scalper old man, who had finished his checkup and was holding the printed report, knocked on Zhou Zhengbang's office door somewhat apprehensively.

A tired "Enter" came from inside, and only then did he push the door open and walk in.

Uncle Scalper respectfully handed over the report, and took the opportunity to sit in the chair opposite, looking somewhat uneasily at Zhou Zhengbang behind the desk.

Zhou Zhengbang took the report, and just after scanning it with One Glance, he Sighed.

This sigh wasn't loud, but to Uncle Scalper's ears it sounded like a thunderclap.

They say when seeing a doctor at the Hospital, you're not Afraid of the doctor not speaking, you're Afraid of the doctor sighing.

"Doctor, you... why are you sighing?"

Uncle Scalper's body instantly tensed up, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, and his voice even changed pitch: "Did my examination report... reveal some bad illness?"

He stared fixedly at Zhou Zhengbang's face, his hand unconsciously Touching his stomach, as if feeling his stomach start to hurt again.

Zhou Zhengbang was Stunned for a moment, only then did he React and realize the other party had misunderstood, raising his head and Smiling tiredly at Uncle Scalper.

"No no, I just finished a surgery, I'm a bit tired, it has nothing to do with you."

"Doctor, you scared me to death!"

Uncle Scalper Can't Help but Smash his chest, leaning back in the chair, feeling his heart pounding: "I thought my stomach had some major problem..."

Zhou Zhengbang didn't respond to his words, picking up the report and narrowing his eyes to look at it.

But he had only scanned two lines before his brows furrowed tightly, and he suddenly said: "It's over..."

These two words were like a large hammer, Heavily Smashing onto Uncle Scalper's heart.

Could it be that he really had been diagnosed with some serious illness?

He was so frightened he sprang up from the chair, his face turning deathly pale, trembling with terror as he asked.

"It's over? Doctor, my stomach... is beyond saving? I have an eighty-year-old mother at home, a son still in school, I just earned some money, haven't yet..."