Capsule Gastroscopy

An Zhiwu immediately followed him.

In consultation room two.

Song Yihe asked her a few questions about what she had eaten the day before, then ordered a capsule gastroscopy for her. "Go downstairs and pay, and then you can have the examination. As for the report, come back and pick it up after three tomorrow afternoon."

An Zhiwu remembered how he had performed CPR on the patient just now, and for some reason, he seemed extremely reliable. Clutching the payment slip, she asked, "Dr. Song, um, are you the one who'll do my gastroscopy?"

"No, there's specialized equipment and doctors for that. Once your report is ready, you can come see me. But I might be in the operating room, so you can contact my assistant then. The nurses' station has my assistant's contact information."

As if to put her at ease, Song Yihe had quite a lot to say.

An Zhiwu was a little disappointed to learn he wouldn't be the one examining her.

After all, this doctor seemed very capable, like someone who could make her feel safe.

Without listening closely to what Song Yihe said, she nodded absentmindedly.

She took the payment slip and went downstairs.

Song Yihe watched An Zhiwu, who had suddenly grown dejected, feeling a little puzzled.

The first-floor lobby was still crowded.

An Zhiwu queued at the self-service payment machine for about twenty minutes before paying the bill, which came to more than 4,000 yuan.

Payment receipt in hand, she went for her examination.

She didn't know if it was a coincidence, but it was just her turn when she arrived.

It seemed there really weren't many people getting capsule gastroscopies.

The young woman in the examination room gave her a little under half a cup of silicone oil to drink. A while later, she gave her a cup of warm water and told her to walk around for half an hour.

An Zhiwu cooperated readily and began walking around Zhikang Hospital.

As the top hospital in Jiangcheng, Zhikang Hospital's location, size, and everything else were undeniably first-rate.

As An Zhiwu walked, she came to the hospital's Party and Mass Service Center.

There was a large bulletin board outside the center, and An Zhiwu went over to take a look.

What a coincidence.

Wasn't that Song Yihe?

A work photo of Song Yihe was posted on the board. In it, the man wore a white coat, his cool, aloof face showing neither joy nor sorrow, just as he had seemed in person.

She read the profile above it. He had graduated from the medical department at University A and distinguished himself during his internship. Now he specialized in surgery for stomach and liver tumors, and every patient he had operated on had a good prognosis. He had also begun branching into cardiac surgery and performed multiple heart bypass operations, earning an exceptional promotion from the hospital, and so on.

An Zhiwu didn't know who had written the profile on the bulletin board, though she supposed it was the hospital's administrative department. The whole piece gave off a "Zhikang is proud of you" air.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

An Zhiwu clicked her tongue in amazement.

He was probably born to do this.

Although she didn't know anything about medicine, being the chief surgeon for tumor operations sounded incredibly impressive.

Half an hour later.

An Zhiwu returned to the examination room, where the nurse made her drink six whole large cups of water, only stopping when she felt so full that water was about to spill out of her nose.

She then put on a magnetic-control suit, lay on her side on the machine, and swallowed the capsule with a sip of water.

The doctor picked up a large round ball and moved it back and forth over her belly. It felt as though there was some magnetic force between it and the capsule in her stomach, and An Zhiwu kept changing positions as the doctor directed.

The procedure lasted about twenty minutes. When she was told to get up, she couldn't help asking the doctor conducting the examination, "Doctor, what's wrong with my stomach?"

The doctor in the examination room was cold. "Wait until the results come out tomorrow, then ask your attending physician."

The doctor's icy reply actually made An Zhiwu breathe a sigh of relief.

It probably wasn't anything serious, right?

If she had some serious illness, doctors were usually kinder.

Then she thought of another question. "Doctor, what about the capsule I swallowed?"

"It'll pass out of your body on its own in about three days."

"Then once it comes out, do I need to return it to the hospital? What if I accidentally flush it down the drain?"

"Pfft..." A younger doctor couldn't hold back a laugh.

The doctor who had just answered her questions glanced at her. "No need. It's disposable."

An Zhiwu nodded in understanding.

"Thank you, doctor."

With that, she left the examination room, ready to return to her parents' home.

By the time she walked out of the hospital's main entrance, it was past eleven in the morning, and the sun outside was scorching.

The thought that she still had to walk to the subway station gave An Zhiwu a headache.

As she waited at the traffic light outside the hospital, she turned her head and happened to spot a "don't touch me" by the roadside.

Through the car window, she could see Song Yihe's handsome profile.

Perhaps her gaze was too intense. The man in the driver's seat sensed it, turned his head, and saw her standing on the steps.

Then An Zhiwu saw Song Zhihe give her a slight nod. As soon as the light turned green, he drove off in his "don't touch me," leaving a trail of dust behind.

Ah, it was nice to have a car.

At least he didn't have to walk under the blazing sun.

Should she have been a little more thick-skinned and gone up to say hello? Maybe Dr. Song would have taken pity on her and given her a ride.

What if the examination she'd just had showed she had a tumor or something? As her attending physician, what if he had taken pity on her and shown her some humanitarian concern?

Pah, pah, pah. There was no way she had a tumor.

The sun must have gone to her head.

Song Zhihe was neither family nor friend, and besides, he performed tumor surgeries every day and was probably used to them. Why should he give her a ride?

Sigh...

Shaking her head, An Zhiwu resigned herself to her fate and strode toward the subway station.

An Zhiwu's parents lived in City A's old district.

It was eleven stops from the new district where she now lived.

Because of work, she had rented a place and moved out when she started her internship in her senior year.

At first, she had rented a simply furnished room. Later, because she needed to livestream and couldn't have it looking too shabby, she rented the small apartment she lived in now.

Her parents didn't know about her livestreaming; they only knew she often edited videos.

They had no objection to her living on her own.