Great Medical System in a Veterinarian-Chapter 527 - 232: One Move Means Death, Even Immortals Can’t Save Her; A Walking Top-Journal Paper, A Miracle Among People!
"Got it, got it."
Wei Lu nodded her head.
Sure enough, after a while, the girl with four heart conditions started looking noticeably better.
6:05 PM.
After some reminders from Huang Xiangning, the person left.
Of course, the whole walking process was slow as well.
She couldn’t walk fast.
"Xiaochuan, I didn’t expect we’d meet such a patient at the end and it delayed us a bit. Happy National Day holiday~"
Huang Xiangning said while packing up her things, smiling at Zhang Lingchuan.
"Happy National Day to you too, Teacher. I’ll head out first then."
Zhang Lingchuan waved his hand.
He then prepared to change his clothes and leave the Provincial Hospital.
"President Zhang!!"
However, just as he exited the dressing room and reached the hospital entrance, he suddenly saw someone excitedly waving at him.
"Li Heng, what are you doing here? Did you just finish a surgery on your hand?"
Zhang Lingchuan looked closely and realized it was Li Heng.
The same youth who recognized him in the consultation room today, the one whose mother had the needle in her hand.
"Yes, President Zhang, my mom already had the needle taken out and they confirmed it was a broken needle!"
Li Heng nodded and said.
He had always said that with President Zhang’s involvement, there’d be no problem.
Stable as always.
"I see, well, as long as it’s out, she won’t feel pain in the future."
Hearing that the needle had been removed, Zhang Lingchuan replied with a smile.
"I think the needle got me more than ten years ago while sewing with a machine, the needle broke, jumped to my thumb, it bled and hurt for a long time, but the needle was never found. I figured it probably fell somewhere. Who would have thought it remained hidden in my thumb all this time."
Zhou Qiong was deep in thought.
Trying to recall how the needle got into her thumb.
Suddenly, she remembered pricking her thumb once while sewing at home ten years ago.
She never found the broken needle since.
Since then,
although her hand healed, it would occasionally hurt.
But since it was her thumb and she was busy, she didn’t pay much attention to it.
But who would expect that her hand would start hurting more and more recently.
Her son made an emergency appointment with a specialist for her.
Unexpectedly, they met some ’President Zhang’, and her son seemed extremely admiring of him.
The man just touched her hand and said there was a needle in it. She was skeptical at once, but her son took her for an X-ray.
The doctor indeed found a needle.
They conducted a simple surgery to remove it.
"Mom, I told you, you may be wrong, but President Zhang can never be wrong, his 100% accuracy rate is no joke."
Li Heng said to his mother at this moment.
He had absolute trust in President Zhang!
No doubts whatsoever!
"He really is amazing... but don’t just put this 100% accuracy label on Dr. Zhang. What if he actually makes a mistake one day..."
Zhou Qiong sighed.
But she also spoke disapprovingly.
If it weren’t for her son being mentally sound, she would have thought he joined a cult.
He seemed to admire Dr. Zhang immensely.
She heard this Dr. Zhang was a veterinarian???
Her mind was puzzled, feeling this situation was hard to process.
"Mom! This isn’t just slapping a label. Honestly, today I thought President Zhang might actually misdiagnose you. If he had, we’d capture it on our phones, post it on Douyin, and boom! We’ll go viral, no need for compensation from President Zhang. You have no idea how many people are waiting for him to mess up, but he just didn’t. Isn’t that irksome?"
Li Heng vividly described.
He wasn’t lying. President Zhang now had over five million followers.
Not all, but nearly 80% of them were just waiting for the day he’d make a mistake.
Though a downfall might not affect followers, people still follow who they want. Who doesn’t make mistakes?
But up till now, he hadn’t slipped.
This was something many couldn’t take, especially those early medical student followers.
They were crying out that it was unjust!!
So if a video came out saying you took your mom for diagnosis, and then President Zhang misdiagnosed, imagine the traffic it would bring.
"This..."
Zhou Qiong thought her son’s thought process was a bit too fanciful today.
She felt it was a bit whimsical.
If someone makes a mistake, you could post it online and make that much money?
A person earning over ten thousand a month would make just over a hundred thousand in a year.
"Uhh..."
As for Zhang Lingchuan, he was bewildered by the turn of events. So you’re so enthusiastic for this reason?
Just waiting for him to mess up.
Real diehard fan!
Or black fan!
He grumbled internally.
"President Zhang, hahahaha... From what I know, our hardcore fan group all think like this, don’t mind them."
Li Heng scratched his head and grinned sheepishly.
He didn’t actually want President Zhang to make mistakes.
He just wanted to express that President Zhang almost never made mistakes. If he were that prone to error, any mistake wouldn’t bring that much traffic, worth tens of thousands.
"Ha? You guys even have a hardcore fan group?"
Zhang Lingchuan suddenly caught the key term. They actually had a hardcore fan group.
To think that he only started livestreaming at the end of July.
Now it was late September, just a couple of months.
Wasn’t this progress a bit too rapid?
"President Zhang... not only is there a hardcore fan group, but there’s also Zhang the Veterinarian bar... Though you’re very aloof, you’ve never replied to a single person on Douyin. Some girls said they followed you before you got famous, complained of chest pain, sent you pictures, and you didn’t respond to any, then a bunch of girls jumped in to say +1, and immediately our male fellows felt balanced. Initially, everyone thought you only picked girls to reply to. So because of this, nobody could reach you, so they couldn’t pull you into the group. Do you want to join, President Zhang? I can add you in!"
Li Heng chatted with Zhang Lingchuan.
Back when he first joined the group, it was quite fun.
Everyone was venting.
Now the group was still lively.
If President Zhang wanted to join, everyone would probably be very welcoming.
"No thanks, no thanks. If I, the person in question, join, either you’ll make a small group to vent, or you won’t dare to vent anymore. As for replies, I don’t respond to anyone on Douyin, male or female. Firstly, there’s limited time, and secondly, while I do appreciate everyone’s attention, I can’t clarify like you said about those hyped female fans, you never know~ Let me get going now~"
Rejecting the offer politely, Zhang Lingchuan waved and left.
Internally thanking his lucky stars for sticking to his guns, ignoring those who said they had chest pain wanting to chat.
Otherwise, this would definitely be a scandal.
"Goodbye~"
Li Heng was initially going to persuade him otherwise, but on second thought, what Zhang said made sense.
So he waved goodbye.
At this moment, Zhang Lingchuan already sat on the bus heading towards the school.
Though the Douyin income was considerable, he hadn’t bought a car yet.
Tonight, at midnight, he’ll check how much Douyin posts after taxes; currently, there’s over nine hundred thousand.
It seemed he earned more in a month than the past twenty years.
No wonder the Prince was envious.
[Song Wanqing]
"Teacher Zhang, are you off work yet? What time are you coming tomorrow? Why don’t you just come in the morning, so we can have breakfast together."
WeChat.
Song Wanqing sent a message.
"Zhang Lingchuan: I’ll see. I’ll try to come earlier tomorrow."
Zhang Lingchuan replied to her message.
"Okay, sure, Master Zhang, make sure you come early. Old Song said tomorrow’s a good day, waiting to have breakfast with you, meanwhile I’m sticking some red paper, which patterns do you like?"
Song Wanqing sent Zhang Lingchuan a voice message.
"..."
Upon receiving the message.
Zhang Lingchuan was speechless.
"Pfft—"
In her room, Song Wanqing laughed secretly.
"Qingqing, what are you doing? Laughing so happily?"
Old Song looked at his daughter’s cheerful dimples and was puzzled.
"Nothing, Dad. Since someone’s calling, you should go to your clinic and handle things."
Song Wanqing waved at Old Song.
Come to think of it,
Teacher Zhang might actually bring a box of money tomorrow.
If he really brought it, would it scare Old Song?
Even though she joked boldly with Teacher Zhang, even teased him, Old Song didn’t know about it.
He didn’t even know about the plan to go to Mount Emei.
She planned to tell him tomorrow.
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