"Senior Brother Zhang, what you had wasn't a stomach ailment, but a liver cyst. Because the cyst was relatively large, we recommended surgical treatment."
Zhang Chaoxian had been brought to the hospital at noon. Since his fellow apprentice Peng Rui's wife was a deputy director at Xiehe Hospital, the examinations and consultation were completed quickly. By the time Zhang Chaoxian woke up that evening, a treatment plan had already been prepared.
That speed and efficiency could not have been any faster. Ordinary people had to wait several days just to register.
Yet after Zhang Chaoxian woke up, he acted like someone who couldn't tell goodwill from ill intent and strongly doubted the examination results.
"A liver cyst? Are you kidding me? Where is the liver, and where is the stomach? I taught myself medicine in the Lighthouse. Wouldn't I know where it hurts?"
Peng Rui's wife, Yuan Hongmin, explained, "Because your liver cyst is too large, it has compressed the organs around your liver, affecting the normal movement and digestive functions of your gastrointestinal tract.
"Moreover, we estimate that your liver cyst has become infected or started bleeding, which is why you experienced obvious abdominal pain and then fainted from the pain."
"What are you talking about? The experts in the Lighthouse all said I had a stomach problem, yet you people are dragging my liver into it? You estimate that my liver is infected and bleeding? Is that how you treat patients—by estimating?
"And without even asking for my opinion, you privately decided to operate on me? If I hadn't woken up, would I have already gone under the knife by now? Your hospital is far too irresponsible!"
Peng Rui's wife, Yuan Hongmei, was stunned.
For Peng Rui's sake, she had run herself ragged all afternoon, only to be