Chapter 2096: Chapter 1965: Refusing to Save the Dying
"Do you have something to do? Then Iâll leave too." Qiao Yutong said to Song Xiaodong.
"Alright, Iâll treat you to dinner tonight." Song Xiaodong said to Qiao Yutong.
"No." Qiao Yutong refused.
"Why?" Song Xiaodong asked.
"I donât want to be with you all day." Qiao Yutong said.
"Alright, alright."
"Iâll give you a ride back to the precinct."
"Okay."
Song Xiaodong took Qiao Yutong back to the police station, then headed straight to Lin Suâer Hospital.
The lobby on the first floor was filled with chickenpox patients, the air reeking of a foul odor, causing other patients and staff to cover their noses and take a detour.
Seeing the crowded lobby, Song Xiaodong turned around and went to the back door, went upstairs from there, and found his office.
At the door, a staff member was already waiting and rushed to greet Song Xiaodong as soon as he saw him, saying, "Mr. Song, youâre finally back. The lobby downstairs is packed with chickenpox patients, all demanding to see you in the clinic. Itâs great that youâre back, please go and take a look."
"Alright." Song Xiaodong nodded and entered his office.
"Mr. Song, Iâm going to find Vice President Zhao."
Upon hearing that Song Xiaodong had finally returned, Vice President Zhao hurriedly trotted over to Song Xiaodongâs office.
"Mr. Song, please think of a solution quickly. The service lobby downstairs is crammed with chickenpox patients, itâs affecting our work!" Vice President Zhao said to Song Xiaodong.
Song Xiaodong said to Vice President Zhao, "Vice President Zhao, hereâs the plan: free up a meeting room and have them all wait there together."
"Alright, Iâll get on it right away."
In the first-floor lobby, a staff member shouted to the chickenpox patients, "Chickenpox patients, follow me, go upstairs, room 207 on the second floor."
A group of listless chickenpox patients, their hands constantly scratching their bodies, faces contorted with pain, and covered in large blisters, followed the staff member, like a group of zombies, a putrid smell emanating from them, slowly walked up to the second floor.
About 120 of them arrived and sat in the meeting room on the second floor, discussing among themselves.
"Mr. Song, everythingâs arranged." Vice President Zhao informed and, after setting it all up, told Song Xiaodong.
"Letâs go." Song Xiaodong beckoned to Vice President Zhao to come along.
"Mr. Song, I think itâs not appropriate for me to go." Vice President Zhao didnât move.
Song Xiaodong gave a light smile.
This old fox was afraid of being implicated by any tricks Song Xiaodong might pull and didnât want to go meet those patients with him.
"Alright, Vice President Zhao, youâre busy."
Song Xiaodong went to the meeting room by himself.
"Itâs him, itâs the physician who prescribed us the herbal medicine, and now weâve stopped itching!" The four patients who saw him yesterday and received the medicine from Song Xiaodong said.
These patients were all brought by those four patients, and they all lived in Daohua Village, and news spread quickly there.
Song Xiaodong treated those four patients, intending for these people to all come to this hospital.
"Doctor, you must save us! Weâll kneel for you!"
The patients, unable to bear the torment of chickenpox any longer, all left their seats, trying to kneel before Song Xiaodong.
Song Xiaodongâs expression was sharp, like an emperor inspecting his subjects, standing on the podium in the meeting room, looked down at the people below as if they were ants, unmoved by their kowtowing.
"Doctor, we are in too much pain, I even wish I were dead!"
Song Xiaodong remained silent for a long time, finally speaking coldly, "Do you know why you got sick?"
The crowd, not understanding, exchanged glances privately before responding, "No idea..."
"Since you donât know, just go back. I wonât treat people who donât know why theyâre sick." Song Xiaodong turned to leave.
"Hey? Doctor, what are you saying? Healing the sick is a doctorâs duty, how can you be like this?" shouted an elderly woman below whose body was covered in blisters.
"Have you ever read âThe Heaven Sword and Dragon Saberâ?" Song Xiaodong asked everyone.
The crowd below remained silent.
"Do you not know about the Divine Doctor who allegedly wonât save people at deathâs door?"
Having said that, Song Xiaodong walked out.
"Hey! Doctor!"
Song Xiaodong went back to his office.
Of course, the group of patients wouldnât let it go, but Song Xiaodong moved quickly, in no time he was on the third floor, entering his office and locking the door.
A group of angry patients surged up to the third floor from the second, found Song Xiaodongâs office, and banged on the door.
"Come out!"
"As a physician, how can you refuse to treat patients?"
"How can you be so heartless?"
"If you donât come out, Iâll break the door down!"
"Come out!"
"Why wonât you treat me?"
"If you have the skills to heal, have the courage to open the door!"
"Open the door, open the door, open the door!"
"Second Auntie, how about this, even though this doctor wonât treat us, we still have the prescription he gave us yesterday, canât we just follow that prescription, get the medicine and take it ourselves? Why do we have to beg this bastard of a doctor?" said one patient who was treated by Song Xiaodong yesterday.
"Sounds good!"
"Then letâs go get the medicine."
"Hmph, feel free to try, if it works, Iâll consider it my loss!" Song Xiaodong sat on his swivel chair, lifted a thermos cup, took a sip of water, and looked at the patients gradually dispersing outside the door, speaking with a smirk.
A group of patients then marched off to the herbal medicine room to get medicine.
Several patients in a row picked those particularly nasty-tasting ingredients, making the herbal pharmacist very puzzled, asking the patients, "Which physician prescribed you such a formula?"
"No physician prescribed it, weâre using it ourselves!"