Practicing Medical Skills in a Small Clinic novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52: Chapter 52: A Healer’s Compassion

"Xiaogao! Xiaogao... don’t just stand there like a dead person, help me back. Staying here too long, I’m starting to feel a bit of heatstroke."

Even in a situation like this, Boss Zhao didn’t miss an opportunity to spread some negative comments about Sunshine Clinic.

It was basically a way to tell the customers, don’t stay here, leave quickly, or you’ll get a heatstroke too.

Xiaogao got scolded in front of everyone, drooping his head, he didn’t talk back, supporting Boss Zhao as they headed outside.

Li Jingsheng raised his hand to pick up the plastic bag containing the heart medicine but eventually put it down again.

Judging from the situation, Boss Zhao probably wasn’t suffering from heatstroke, it seemed more like a heart attack.

At this moment, it was best not to provoke him, otherwise, if the family blamed Li Jingsheng, it could become troublesome.

Watching Xiaogao support Boss Zhao, stumbling awkwardly out of the clinic, Li Jingsheng let out a sigh of relief. As long as he didn’t collapse in his own clinic, considering Boss Zhao’s condition, it seemed that he’d need to be sent to the hospital soon.

The female journalist was watching Boss Zhao the whole time with a curious gaze.

She might have thought this middle-aged man was quite strange.

"It’s not hot in here, how did he get a heatstroke?"

She curiously asked Li Jingsheng.

"Maybe overweight people are more sensitive to heat!"

Li Jingsheng’s answer was somewhat perfunctory.

He instinctively felt a bit resistant towards journalists.

No clinic or pharmacy owner likes dealing with journalists. Usually, when they see a journalist coming, they treat them like a potential threat.

Fearing that the journalist would catch some negative news.

"Aren’t you a doctor? You could help him with treatment!"

She asked, puzzled.

Li Jingsheng clearly knew that middle-aged man, so why was he so indifferent seeing the other having a heatstroke?

She had just been preparing a positive report on Sunshine Clinic and Li Jingsheng, maybe he’s just a fame-chasing doctor?

She re-evaluated Li Jingsheng.

"His family runs a clinic too, he’s a doctor himself, and that young fellow supporting him is also a doctor, they have no need for my help. If I did step in, they’d be unhappy."

Li Jingsheng explained.

The female journalist nodded slightly in understanding.

"Oh, they’re in the same business! I get it. If you step in to help with treatment, he’d think you’re showing off your superior medical skills, right?"

"You could understand it that way."

Li Jingsheng thought this female journalist was rather clever.

The smarter she seemed, the more wary he became of her.

Very intelligent women are often hard to deal with.

He certainly didn’t want her digging out any negative news about the clinic.

"Hey, is that banner something a patient just gifted you?"

The female journalist’s eyes were fixed on the banner casually placed on the counter by Li Jingsheng.

In fact, she had been eyeing that banner several times already.

She just hadn’t found the right moment to ask about it.

She only considered things worth further investigation if they had interview value and were helpful to her work.

"Hmm!"

Li Jingsheng nodded slightly.

"May I take a look at it? A banner of such quality is rare indeed! I believe the patient must be extremely grateful to you to have spent money on such a nice custom banner."

Her insight was sharp.

She could tell this was a high-quality banner and deduced a lot from it.

It seems that in any field, outstanding talent usually comes with high professional acumen.

The same goes for journalists; by being observant and digging deeper into seemingly trivial details, they might uncover more valuable news leads.

"Feel free to look at it."

Li Jingsheng thought it was just a banner, it was meant to be displayed anyway, so letting her look at it didn’t matter.

At that moment, Xiaogao’s cries for help came from outside the clinic.

"Dr. Li, Dr. Li, help, my boss is in a bad way! He told me to ask you for a gift, but I don’t know what he means."

Having just helped Boss Zhao out the door, Xiaogao unexpectedly rushed back in, his face full of fear and panic.

Most novice doctors lacking practical experience behave like this.

Faced with a patient’s sudden minor accident, or when receiving a more severe patient, they instantly panic, not knowing how to handle it. The emergency skills they’ve studied from teachers and books become hazy.

In a rush, it’s perfectly normal for the mind to go blank.

Many medical students, upon seeing a patient die for the first time, can’t eat for a day or two, or even vomit or cry on the spot, these are quite common occurrences.

If Xiaogao had interned in a big hospital, he wouldn’t be working in Boss Zhao’s clinic for a meager monthly salary of a thousand as an apprentice.

"What’s wrong with Boss Zhao?"

Compared to Xiaogao, Li Jingsheng was on a completely different level.

He was extremely calm and collected, not flustered at all.

"I don’t know, as soon as I helped him out the clinic door, he collapsed. Now he’s unconscious and doesn’t respond, please come take a look!"

Xiaogao was so anxious he was stamping his feet, his hands trembling.

His speech was somewhat incoherent.

"Sister Tang, please come with me to check Boss Zhao’s basic signs. I have a feeling it’s not heatstroke."

Li Jingsheng grabbed a thermometer gun and rushed outside.

Tang Ping grabbed the blood pressure device and followed closely behind.

The female journalist and a few customers who just bought medicine followed the commotion.

Boss Zhao was lying on the sidewalk outside the clinic.

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