Nosebleed

In the afternoon, Su Ziyang remained busy.

Seven or eight elderly women lined up to have acupuncture done by Su Ziyang. Su Ziyang felt that he was about to transform from an internal medicine doctor into an acupuncturist.

As the saying goes, good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels Qianli.

The story of Su Ziyang being harassed by a doctor became increasingly bizarre, eventually spreading to the point that a doctor at Jingchengdao Medical Clinic had given someone the wrong medicine, causing the patient to foam at the mouth.

"Xiao Su, I heard you've been the subject of a medical dispute?"

The person asking the question was Wen Hua, one of Yu Xiushui's best friends.

She had breast nodules, Su Ziyang used the Mountain over Earth, Splitting Apart Acupuncture Technique plus the Three Yang-Raising Needles (Umbilical Acupuncture, the Three Yang-Raising Needles are Kan Trigram, Zhen Trigram, and Li Trigram), and the breast nodules miraculously disappeared.

Therefore, she is now one of Su Ziyang's loyal fans.

"Haha, Auntie, you already know!"

Su Ziyang chuckled twice, a little embarrassed.

"I heard about it. What happened?"

Wen Hua had been introducing Su Ziyang to her old girlfriends and best friends quite often these past few days. So, before long, she and Su Ziyang had become very close.

Su Ziyang explained the whole story to Wen Hua Wen Hua, who listened with a sigh.

"It's a good thing you didn't act impulsively and get into an argument with that bad guy, otherwise things would have been complicated. I've heard of professional medical malpractice extortionists, Xiao Su, listen to my advice. You can't be too careful. Think about whether you've offended any colleagues recently. In today's society, colleagues are often enemies! You're so young and outstanding, it's no wonder some people are jealous!"

Wen Hua spoke from the bottom of her heart, and Su Ziyang felt a warm glow in his heart.

"I know what I'm doing, ma'am. Thank you! Bad people will always be punished!"

Su Ziyang was genuinely grateful to Wen Hua for speaking to him like that.

"Oh, you're too kind! Just be careful!"

Wen Hua left these few words behind and departed with her group of old friends.

Absolutely! Bad people will always be punished.

In the afternoon, Er Biao took the bald middle-aged man on a city-county bus and arrived at a local county hospital.

This was a good job that Er Biao found. The family was hospitalized in this hospital, and then the patient had an accident. So the family contacted Er Biao through connections, hoping that Er Biao could help them make a scene so that the hospital would pay more compensation.

Er Biao readily agreed upon hearing this.

Of course, helping out wasn't for nothing; the host promised to give Er Biao 15,000 yuan as a reward after the matter was settled.

For Er Biao, a professional medical dispute ringleader, this was as easy as drinking cold water.

Er Biao has his own unique methods for causing trouble at a hospital.

He categorized his medical disputes into three types: verbal disputes, physical disputes, and a combination of both.

The fees for "civilian disturbances" are low and the safety is high. It mainly depends on what the family wants. If someone in the family has died, Er Biao will bring a wreath, wear white, and go to the hospital to cause trouble.

If no one dies, Er Biao's main job is to talk to the hospital leaders, and then sit or lie down at the entrance, doing whatever is most shameless.

Violent acts are more dangerous and expensive. They mainly involve finding a few construction workers to pose as thugs and symbolically vandalize some things. Of course, they generally won't actively attack anyone; the main purpose is intimidation.

Violent rioting is quite dangerous and could very likely land you in jail. Er Biao Er Biao has always considered himself a scholar, so he sees violent rioting as a last resort and would not use it lightly.

"Civil and Military Trouble" means using both methods simultaneously. It charges the highest fees, but of course, Er Biao has only been in the business for a little over two years and has never used this ultimate method.

No one died this time, even though the family that hired Er Biao was involved. The situation was that a specific allergen caused the patient to stay in the hospital for an extra month, and he was left with a scar on his face.

After learning the details of the incident, Er Biao took his partner, a bald middle-aged man, straight to the county hospital.

"Lao Huang, you'd better watch your step and do what I say!"

Er Biao gave the bald man a wink, and then the two headed straight for the head of the respiratory department's office.

The hospital wasn't too busy in the afternoon, so the head doctor happened to be sitting in his office.

Are you the director?

Er Biao's tone was extremely aggressive.

"Yes, it is! What do you need?" The director was a man in his fifties, balding just as much as Lao Huang.

"I'm Huang Juanjuan's cousin. Let me put it this way: how much compensation are you going to pay my sister?"

Er Biao slammed his hand on the director's desk and shouted loudly.

"Huang Juanjuan's case does not constitute medical malpractice. It was because she didn't clearly state her allergen, so the hospital cannot be blamed. Furthermore, out of humanitarian considerations, our hospital has waived Huang Juanjuan's hospitalization fees and is prepared to compensate her for lost wages of 30,000 yuan."

The director was clearly a seasoned veteran; he spoke with impeccable discretion.

"You son of a bitch! What nonsense are you spouting? You're just taking advantage of rural people's lack of knowledge! How old is my cousin? 30 years old, and she's still not married. Her face is covered in pockmarks, how is she going to get married? You think 30,000 yuan is enough to settle this? This matter won't be over without 300,000 yuan!"

Er Biao, true to his name, got into a rage and started making outrageous demands.

"Young man, that's not how it works, and that's not how you ask for money. Besides, compensating for losses isn't something that can be resolved in a few words. First, this doesn't constitute medical malpractice; second, we've already reached an agreement, and their family agreed to the settlement. If we're going to seek compensation again, it has to go through our hospital's proper procedures, and it also requires approval from the health department, or perhaps court mediation! Do you understand?"

The director, completely unafraid of Er Biao's fierceness, calmly took a sip of water.

"Forget it, stop giving me that nonsense. I know you guys. If it weren't for a medical malpractice incident, would you be willing to pay compensation? You're taking advantage of the fact that these rural people are ignorant! Let me tell you, if you don't agree, we're not leaving!"

At this point, Er Biao was about to start his tirade. After saying that, Er Biao slammed down in the director's office.

Seeing that Er Biao had started, bald Lao Huang, who was standing nearby, didn't sit idle either. He ran into the corridor and lay down on the ground with a thud.

"..."

The director was speechless.

"You two are acting like scoundrels?"

Er Biao didn't speak or move; he just lay there stiffly on the ground.

Half an hour later, the director couldn't take it anymore. He called the medical affairs department, summoned the director of the department, a vice president, and two security guards.

"Can't you just get up and say what's wrong?"

The vice president looked at Lao Huang and Er Biao, who were lying stiffly, and was also a little speechless.

As the saying goes, "A scholar can't reason with a soldier." The two of them didn't shout or yell, just lay there acting like scoundrels, and by then a large crowd had gathered to watch the spectacle.

The vice president tried to persuade them for a long time, but the two men remained unmoved. The vice president then gave a wink to the two security guards.

Two security guards went over to pull Er Biao away, but the moment their hands touched Er Biao's clothes, Er Biao began to convulse and foam at the mouth...

The two security guards had never seen anything like it before and were completely stunned. They quickly hid to the side; after all, these days everyone's afraid of being extorted, and what good would the vice president do if he tried to extort them?

The two security guards were clearly skeptical of the matter.

Er Biao's sudden slap stunned not only the security guards but also the vice president.

"Quick! Go find Lao Han, the neurosurgeon. Why is he having another seizure...?"

As more and more people gathered, Er Biao Er Biao convulsing. His head was covered in sweat from his strenuous performance.

"Vice President, I've had this problem since I was a child. Please don't take offense. I'm Huang Juanjuan's cousin. I just feel that your hospital's compensation is a bit low. Could you please increase it a bit more?"

You say Er Biao is a scoundrel, but he knows how to use words, and he even knows about your esteemed institution.

Seeing that continuing this commotion was not a solution, the vice president called the head of the medical affairs department and the director of the respiratory department aside to discuss the matter.

Then the vice president made a series of phone calls, and finally settled the matter.

"Cousin Huang Juanjuan, we just had a brief discussion and realized we might have misconsidered things. We can offer your sister some additional compensation, around 100,000 yuan. 300,000 yuan is too much for you. Of that 100,000, 30,000 is from my own pocket. Can you please stop making a scene?"

The vice dean called Er Biao into the room and whispered something to him.

Er Biao didn't care where the money came from, as long as the money was paid.

"Damn it, you guys at your hospital actually have someone as kind as you. Fine, I'll thank you on behalf of my cousin!"

Er Biao, with a loud and boisterous expression of gratitude, expressed his thanks.

"Then call Huang Juanjuan's family here, and we'll sign the agreement!"

The vice president was afraid that things might get complicated if things dragged on, and that this scoundrel might try to back out again.

"I'll make a phone call!"

Er Biao called Huang Juanjuan's family, and they signed a settlement agreement and other documents. Er Biao sat on the curb outside the hospital with 15,000 yuan in cash, satisfied, and divided the loot with Lao Huang.

This time, Lao Huang didn't contribute much, Er Biao only gave Lao Huang five thousand yuan. Lao Huang didn't say anything and happily put the money in his pocket.

"Gurgle--ha--dejected..."

Er Biao begins his classic mouthwashing phase, spitting out white foam, which is actually from an effervescent tablet he bought at the pharmacy. This is Er Biao's own creation, inspired by watching TV.

As Er Biao rinsed his mouth, he felt a burning sensation in his nose, and blood started flowing out.

"Holy crap, Lao Huang, do you have any tissues? My nose is bleeding!"

Er Biao covered his nose, and large drops of blood began to drip down.

"Yes, it's what's left over from wiping my bottom this morning!"

Lao Huang pulled out two crumpled pieces of toilet paper from his pocket. Er Biao didn't mind, took them, crumpled them up, and stuffed them into his nostrils.

Er Biao Er Biao plugged his nostrils, and blood started flowing from his mouth. He spat out mouthful after mouthful, and soon there was a large puddle of vomit in front of Er Biao.

Er Biao's teeth were covered in blood, which looked particularly frightening.

"Er Biao, do these effervescent tablets have side effects? Why won't your nosebleed stop? Are you poisoned?"

Lao Huang got a little scared when he saw Er Biao's nose bleeding continuously.

"Get lost! Effervescent tablets don't have side effects! I'm probably just feeling a bit feverish these past few days! Push~"

Er Biao mumbled a curse, spitting out another mouthful of blood.

"Let's go to the hospital. Look, this paper is soaked!" The more Lao Huang looked at Er Biao, the more creepy he felt.

"Let's find a place to wash up! There's a public restroom over there!"

Er Biao completely ignored Lao Huang's comment and stood up to run towards the public toilet.

Er Biao washed himself in a pool of bloody water, then another pool of bloody water, before the nosebleed began to slowly stop.

It took Er Biao half an hour of struggling before he finally stopped his nosebleed.

"Er Biao, what's wrong with you!"

Although the nosebleed had stopped, Lao Huang was still a little scared.

"I don't know, it's never happened before."

Er Biao took a roll of toilet paper that Lao Huang had just bought and started wiping his hands.

As Er Biao was wiping, he suddenly felt a pain in his wrist. He rolled up his sleeve and saw a purplish-red line of blood running from his thumb to the middle of his forearm.

Er Biao turned on the tap and rinsed the line for a while, only to find that it hadn't disappeared; in fact, it had become more and more noticeable due to his rubbing.

What is that?

Lao Huang also noticed the condition on Er Biao's arm.

"I don't know! Maybe I scratched myself somewhere by accident! Oh well, never mind, let's go back and catch the bus. I feel discomfort in my chest, probably from losing too much blood. I need to eat some kidneys tonight to replenish my strength!"

Er Biao rolled up his sleeves, grabbed Lao Huang, and headed towards the bus station.

The two had walked less than a hundred meters when Er Biao felt an itch in his nose, so he rubbed it with his hand. The nosebleed that had just stopped immediately started dripping again.

"Holy shit!"

Er Biao cursed, then quickly stuffed his mouth with toilet paper and ran to the public toilet.

"Listen to me! Let's go to the hospital!" Lao Huang watched the running tap water, which was slowly turning red because of Er Biao's nosebleed, and he felt smug.

Er Biao was annoyed by Lao Huang's nagging, and at this point, he himself was actually a little panicked.

Could effervescent tablets really be poisonous? Am I poisoned?

Er Biao quickly dismissed the idea, because he had checked online and found that effervescent tablets were not poisonous.

After washing for about ten more minutes, Er Biao's nosebleed stopped again. This time, Er Biao was smarter and resisted touching his nose no matter how itchy it was.

Fortunately, the nosebleed stopped. With tissues stuffed in his nose, Er Biao and his companion took a bus for over an hour back to the city.

"Lao Huang, I'm going home now. I'm a bit tired today. I have some work to do the day after tomorrow, I'll call you then!"

After Er Biao goodbye to Lao Huang, Er Biao went home alone.

What happened?

Er Biao is a brute, but not stupid.

He looked at the purplish-red line of blood on his arm and began to mutter to himself.

"What is this thing?!"

Er Biao is good at learning new knowledge online. He opened his sixth-hand laptop, which he bought for two hundred yuan at the second-hand market.

Open your browser and type "in search".

A red line suddenly appeared on my arm...

The browser spun several times before displaying some content.

Lymphatic vessel infection...

Er Biao got the answer.

"Damn, it's inflamed. I need to take some anti-inflammatory pills."

Er Biao understood what lymphatic vessel infection meant, so he added another line to his search results.

A red line suddenly appeared on my arm... I suddenly started bleeding from my nose...

Er Biao looked at the answers online for a long time, and his face turned pale.

"Fuck you, I might as well just go to my grave! What an idiot answer!"

Er Biao angrily closed his notebook, took out a strip of anti-inflammatory medicine from the drawer, swallowed two pills, and lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.