After dealing with the second patient, the third one came over.
"Dr. Li, do you remember me?"
This young man looked somewhat familiar, around twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, thin with glasses. He looked quite scholarly.
"I have a vague impression, but can’t recall your exact name. You must have sought treatment from me before."
"Hehe, you see so many patients every day, it’s normal not to remember. About half a month ago, I passed by your clinic after work one evening to buy some diarrhea medicine..."
"Oh—I remember now, I remember. You’re the programmer with endocarditis caused by diarrhea, right?"
Li Jingsheng has a lot to deal with every day, and really can’t remember patients he’s had brief contact with.
"Yes, yes, that’s me. That evening, I took your advice, went to the Second Hospital, and got emergency care in the Cardiology Department. At first, the young doctor who treated me couldn’t figure out the issue. Later, I showed him your diagnostic approach, and after he looked at it, he quickly called in an older doctor. Then, after some tests, I was transferred to Cardiac Surgery.
Several older doctors who saw your diagnostic approach praised you, saying they wanted to meet you if they had the chance.
They also told me that it was fortunate I sought treatment in time, as many endocarditis patients don’t make it through the night.
I’ve recovered and been discharged now, and I just wanted to come and thank you personally."
Saying this, the man signaled the young woman beside him to hand the bag to Li Jingsheng.
"I originally wanted to hire a band to thank you with a grand gesture, but the Chief of Cardiac Surgery at the Second Hospital told me you preferred keeping a low profile and advised against it. I know that the more skilled a doctor like you is, the more modest and humble he tends to be, so I didn’t hire the band. Instead, I got a customized banner and brought you some honey from my hometown as a little token of gratitude. Please accept it."
The man’s gifts warmed Li Jingsheng’s heart.
"Thank you, Dr. Li, for saving my boyfriend. As a programmer, he’s eager to buy a house in this city and marry me. He neglected his health while focusing on his career. That day, we were lucky to meet a good doctor like you. I was away on a business trip and not by his side. I can’t imagine what might have happened if he hadn’t sought treatment in time. Thank you!"
She clutched her chest, bowed in gratitude, and discreetly wiped away her tears.
Women are made of water.
Tears are their most powerful weapon.
The man embraced his girlfriend.
"From now on, you must take care of your health, understood?"
"We programmers live off our youth; I just wanted to make the most of it. I’ll definitely be more careful in the future. Otherwise, if something happened to me, wouldn’t I just be working for another man?"
"Stop talking nonsense, stop talking nonsense."
The young woman pinched the man’s waist playfully.
The man grimaced in pain.
Li Jingsheng watched the young couple bicker and couldn’t help but smile.
This guy certainly has a clear perspective.
Men work tirelessly to provide a prosperous home for their women and children. Owning a home in a big city, even with a thirty-year mortgage, is an achievement not everyone can accomplish.


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