How do ordinary people find such doctors? Itās not just about looking at the department; you need to see if the doctorās expertise covers treating this disease.
Yue Wentong never quite trusted this playboy and considered looking for Senior Cao. If itās a spinal canal tumor, it must be related to neurosurgery, so Senior Cao should know something.
Unexpectedly, Chang Jiawei brought it up himself: "Tomorrow, letās do all the other tests, including CT scans and lumbar punctures, do them all at once. Once all the results are in, weāll talk; thereās no need to rush. If necessary, we can consult neurosurgery."
Did he say to consult neurosurgery?
Geng Yongzheās face changed dramatically: No way, what? A metastatic tumor? Otherwise why do a brain scan and call in neurosurgery? Instantly, his knees went weak.
"Hey, hey, hey." Ren Chongda turned around and saw the student, as the patientās family member, about to slump to the ground, and hastily ran back.
Yue Wentong and Xie Wanying quickly helped Student Geng into a chair.
"I didnāt say anything, why are his knees weak?" Chang Jiawei turned around in surprise, seeing the scene.
Isnāt this guy supposed to be a boy? How come heās not as strong as Student Xie, whoās a girl? Previously, when it was the same situation of bringing a patientās relatives to the Capital for treatment, Student Xie was remarkably composed, super calm.
No, no, no, teachers, donāt get it wrong. Itās Student Xie whoās kind of exceptional; Student Gengās reaction is actually normal. Xie Wanying never understood why Senior Brother Shim forbade her as a patientās relative from listening to doctorsā discussions about the illness until she saw how Student Geng was now, and she seemed to understand the painstaking efforts made by her teacher. Indeed, not everyone can be like her, reborn, with a heart thatās been trained to be a bit stronger.
A group of teachers looked at the pale-faced Student Geng, then at the always-calm Student Xie, and sighed softly.
"Okay, you go back. From now on, I wonāt allow you to come to the office to listen to us talk anymore," Chang Jiawei decisively decided, forbidding the patientās family from hearing the doctorsā internal discussions.
Regarding the teacherās prohibition, Geng Yongzhe opened his mouth, wanting to say he could handle it, but his heavy breathing made it hard for anyone to believe him.
Ren Chongda handed out tissue paper for the student to wipe his sweat, noticed the studentās phone ringing in his pocket, and helped take it out. In his current state, the student couldnāt answer the phone, so he listened first.
On the other end of the phone was a man with a rough voice, loudly asking: "Where are you?"
"Who are you?" Ren Chongda inquired about the callerās identity.
"Isnāt this Geng Yongzheās phone?"
"Yes, itās his phone. Iām his counselor," Ren Chongda introduced himself.
"Youāre his college counselor? Just perfect, tell him to quickly arrange a bed so his mom can be admitted to the hospital for treatment. He lied to us earlier saying he couldnāt do it. But now we know, he can arrange for his brother to be treated at the Capital Hospital, so thereās no reason he canāt get a bed for his mom." The other party opened and closed their mouth, ordering Student Geng around with an arrogant tone.
Ren Chongda had accompanied the student back home to visit Grandpa Geng and knew this voice wasnāt Grandpa Gengās. He could only suspect: "What relative are you to him?"
"Iām his dad!"
His dad, that bastard dad called, asking him to treat his stepmother, completely indifferent to his brother. Geng Yongzheās breathing became heavier, and the others were able to see his fists clenched tightly, his skin turning red and purple from the exertion.