Later, this matter was found out by the associate chief physician, who called Li Jingsheng to the office and scolded him fiercely in front of everyone.
It was really the kind of scolding that didn’t hold back at all.
After the scolding, he looked at Li Jingsheng and said sincerely, "Do you think the patient has been insisting on staying in the hospital waiting for us to perform a medical miracle? Maybe they’re waiting for an accident."
After hearing this, every time Li Jingsheng entered that ward afterwards, he would feel his hair stand on end when he saw that patient.
Whenever that patient asked him to prescribe medicine or anything else, he would avoid it if he could.
If he couldn’t, he would get the attending physician to handle it.
After a few times, that patient stopped looking for him.
At present, looking at this patient with a dislocated hip joint, he had a feeling of familiar dread.
He couldn’t quite articulate it, but this patient seemed very respectful and trusting, trying to squeeze out a smile when talking, yet still gave Li Jingsheng a sense of inexplicable malice.
"How about this, you rest over there for a moment. I’m not too skilled at treating hip dislocation, and since you trust me so much, I’ll try to invite a doctor from a larger hospital to help check it out."
Li Jingsheng decided to invite Doctor Xu to help.
On Sundays, Doctor Xu is usually off work.
This time, the patient didn’t object.
He realized it was no use insisting any further.
Li Jingsheng called Doctor Xu directly, truthfully feeling uncertain inside.
Doctor Xu has a very eccentric temperament, he might not come.
"Xiaoli, what’s up?"
The call was answered, with the question from the other side.
"I’ve got a patient with a hip injury here. Both the physical examination and X-ray suggest only a slight dislocation, but I am not quite sure, could you come over for a consultation?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line for two or three seconds.
"Do you suspect a fracture or something else?"
Doctor Xu deliberately lowered his voice.
"Something else!"
With the patient and family around, Li Jingsheng was naturally not at liberty to speak directly.
"Alright, I’ll be there in half an hour."
With that, Doctor Xu hung up the phone.
Knowing his mentor would arrive soon to help, Li Jingsheng felt considerably more relieved.
He hurried to attend to other patients.
Yesterday’s clinic anniversary activities were rather effective, seeing seven patients early that morning, all new. Not even when they were featured in the Urban Daily did they experience such a scene.
An exhausted young man with disheveled hair sat down, yawning constantly, "Doctor, I woke up feeling dizzy, weak all over, and a bit nauseous. I think I caught a cold. Could you prescribe some medicine for me?"
Li Jingsheng checked the man’s temperature, a mild fever at 37.2 degrees.
In clinical diagnosis, he particularly disliked temperatures around 37 degrees, as it’s not helpful for diagnosis.
Saying there’s no fever, yet his temperature is above normal.
Saying there is fever, yet it just barely reaches the low fever threshold.
Furthermore, if it’s just beginning and a low-grade fever develops, it usually indicates the disease isn’t evident yet.


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