Village Doctor's Women-Chapter 145 - 140 Shocking News from Central Hospital
After Wang Jian left, the ambulance arrived on the scene within minutes. Yu Yan helped Grandpa Yu into the ambulance, and they rushed toward Central Hospital.
As soon as they arrived, a doctor from the emergency room came over. "Does the old man have a fracture?"
While the paramedics moved Grandpa Yu from the ambulance, Yu Yan followed closely. His leg had already received emergency treatment in the ambulance and was secured with a splint.
Once the paramedics got Grandpa Yu out, one of them remarked to the gathering doctors, "The old man’s leg injury is quite strange. There’s no bone displacement."
"Hmm?"
If Wang Jian had been there, he would have recognized the doctor. It was his acquaintance, Dr. Zhao Zhe. Isn’t there any other doctor in the emergency room? I always seem to bump into him, he might have thought.
Dr. Zhao Zhe looked somewhat haggard, with stubble shadowing his chin and his eyes slightly bloodshot. He was on duty and having a rough day. He had been working nonstop since nine in the morning, seeing patient after patient, and hadn’t even had time for lunch.
Hearing the paramedic’s report, Zhao Zhe found it odd. "What kind of accident was this?"
"They said he fell into a ditch," one of the paramedics replied. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
The group moved Grandpa Yu inside. Zhao Zhe quickly assessed his condition, finding it was just as the paramedic had described.
"Well, there doesn’t seem to be any major problem," Zhao Zhe concluded before turning to Yu Yan. "You’re a family member, right?"
"Yes." Yu Yan nodded. "He’s my father."
"I’ve done a preliminary check," Dr. Zhao Zhe said with a reassuring smile. "The patient seems to be fine. The initial examination shows no bone displacement. However, I recommend getting an X-ray to be certain. If there is any displacement, we may need surgery to reset the bone."
Yu Yan paused. He didn’t understand the medical jargon, but one thing weighed heavily on his mind. "Doctor, could you please check if my dad has a cerebral hemorrhage?"
Zhao Zhe was taken aback. "Why? Why do you ask?"
Yu Yan gave a bitter smile. "When my dad fell into the ditch, he must have hit his head. When we pulled him out, he was incoherent. He just sat there, not even crying out from the pain in his leg. He was completely unresponsive to any questions."
"In that case, it’s possible he has a cerebral hemorrhage or a concussion," Dr. Zhao Zhe mused, frowning slightly. He glanced at Grandpa Yu. The old man’s current state was completely different from what Yu Yan had just described. "But he seems to be communicating just fine now, doesn’t he?"
During his earlier examination, Grandpa Yu had answered all of Zhao Zhe’s questions readily, even smiling and laughing. He showed no signs of confusion whatsoever.
Hearing this, Yu Yan’s expression turned awkward.
Dr. Zhao Zhe noticed the change and prompted him, "Is there anything else? You might as well tell me everything."
Yu Yan nodded. "Actually, before the ambulance arrived, someone had already treated my dad. That person was the one who mentioned the cerebral hemorrhage. He said my dad was incoherent because blood in his brain was pressing on his nerves, and that’s why he couldn’t respond."
"Who was this person?"
"He’s from our village. After he treated my dad, he suddenly became lucid. Oh, right, I also saw him reset my dad’s leg."
After hearing Yu Yan’s description, Zhao Zhe almost thought he was being pranked. Never mind the claim about instantly curing a cerebral hemorrhage; the part about resetting the leg is what gives me pause. The fact that it needed to be ’reset’ means Grandpa Yu’s leg must have been displaced. And someone repositioned it manually. Manual reduction isn’t unheard of, but I’ve only ever seen it performed by a few old professors back when I was in medical school. He recalled an individual whom he had encountered during previous emergencies.
"This person from the village..." Zhao Zhe asked, "is he a doctor?"
"Yes, our village doctor."
Just as I thought, Zhao Zhe mused. He then laughed out loud. "This man must be Wang Jian, right?"
"Huh? How did you know?"
"Hahahaha, we’re old acquaintances."
Yu Yan was flabbergasted that Wang Jian had acquaintances even in the City Hospital. He instinctively glanced at Zhao Zhe’s name tag, which read: Director of Emergency Medicine. In Yu Yan’s mind, anyone who could be a director was an expert. At that moment, he felt a wave of unease as he remembered how he’d spoken about Wang Jian earlier. He knew Wang Jian had returned to be the village doctor, but he’d looked down on him. A mere village doctor, how could he compare to a specialist at a major hospital?
While he was lost in his thoughts, Zhao Zhe spoke again. "What exactly did Doctor Wang do? You’d better recount the entire treatment process for me."
In truth, Zhao Zhe had already examined Grandpa Yu and thought the likelihood of a cerebral hemorrhage was low. But his curiosity about Wang Jian was piqued, and he wanted to know more. After all, Wang Jian’s name had become quite well-known throughout their emergency department.
Yu Yan then relayed the entire story from beginning to end. As he listened, Zhao Zhe’s expression transitioned from knowing confirmation to shock, and finally to skepticism.
After Yu Yan finished, Zhao Zhe pondered for a moment and asked, "Are you saying he inserted a few silver needles into your father, and you not only saw the needles vibrating but also heard a sound and saw mist rising from them?" He paused. "And then he was just... fine?"
Disbelief was written all over Zhao Zhe’s face. If Yu Yan hadn’t mentioned Wang Jian by name, he might have just dismissed the story and walked away.
Seeing Zhao Zhe’s disbelief, Yu Yan nodded definitively, his expression serious as he affirmed that he had indeed seen it—and not just him, but the other villagers present had witnessed it too.
This made Zhao Zhe think again. After a moment, he called over a resident. Since he had some free time and it would fulfill Yu Yan’s request anyway, he decided to stop guessing and ordered a CT scan.
They then wheeled Grandpa Yu to the CT room.
Zhao Zhe rushed into the observation room, grabbing a radiologist. "Lao Wang, do me a favor. Check this patient’s head; I suspect intracranial bleeding."
The radiologist, Lao Wang, didn’t hesitate and told them to wheel the patient in. Yu Yan waited outside while Zhao Zhe returned to the observation room.
Looking at the CT images, Lao Wang wore a puzzled expression. He pointed to a spot on the back of the head. "You can definitely see signs of injury and bleeding here, but..."
Zhao Zhe’s heart skipped a beat when Lao Wang stopped mid-sentence. It felt as frustrating as getting your pants down only to find your date was wearing a chastity belt.
Zhao Zhe grew anxious. "But what? Come on, spit it out."
Lao Wang looked skeptical. "When did this person get injured?"
Zhao Zhe thought for a moment. "About an hour ago."
"That can’t be right." Lao Wang pointed to the same spot, saying with a puzzled tone, "If he was injured just an hour ago, there should be blood pooling here. But while there’s still some residue, the dynamic images show the collected blood is receding. The hemorrhage is dispersing."
Hearing this, Zhao Zhe’s eyes widened. Apparently, what Yu Yan had said was very likely the truth.
"This is so strange." Lao Wang was oblivious to his colleague’s reaction, tilting his head as he stared at the screen, as if trying to decipher something impossible. He muttered in puzzlement, "How could this happen? It shouldn’t be possible. Normally the blood would pool here. Why is it dispersing? There was no surgery."
He turned around. "Lao Zhao, this patient..." He gestured toward Grandpa Yu lying on the scanner bed. "Did you treat him?"
Zhao Zhe shook his head with a wry smile. "How could that be me? The patient was already treated when he was brought in. I didn’t even realize his head had been injured until his son asked me to check."
Seeing Lao Wang’s curious expression, Zhao Zhe had no choice but to continue, "Someone had already treated him before he came to the emergency room."
"Treated him?" Lao Wang looked baffled. "How, without an operation? What kind of treatment?"
Zhao Zhe smiled wryly again, shrugging as he delivered the punchline. "Acupuncture."
"Acupuncture?"
With that, Zhao Zhe turned and walked out, leaving Lao Wang standing there, dumbfounded. He wanted to argue, but Zhao Zhe was already gone.
Lao Wang muttered a curse. "That son of a bitch, he’s learned how to lie." Treating an intracranial hemorrhage with acupuncture? As if anyone would believe that.
Zhao Zhe hadn’t believed it either. But now, he did.
Leaving the observation room, Zhao Zhe found Yu Yan and said, "Your father is incredibly lucky. If it weren’t for Doctor Wang, he would have faced the risks of major surgery. At his age, an operation like that could easily lead to complications. If the injury had been left untreated, he might have suffered a stroke and been bedridden for the rest of his life. As it stands, he should make a full recovery in just a few months."
Zhao Zhe had intended to say something simple like, ’He’s fine now,’ but he thought better of it. As a doctor, such a casual remark would seem strange. Instead, he just patted Yu Yan on the shoulder as he finished speaking.
Yu Yan was utterly shocked and filled with immense regret. To be honest, he had still been skeptical right up until Zhao Zhe spoke. But now that an expert had confirmed it, he had no reason left to doubt. Recalling Wang Jian’s calm, indifferent demeanor, Yu Yan desperately wanted to slap himself twice.
Meanwhile, Zhao Zhe’s mind was also in turmoil.
Looks like I’ll have to find a chance to meet with Brother Wang again.
