Looking at the thick red envelope, Li Jingsheng was quite tempted.
After all, money is tight right now.
Just by the thickness, as long as it’s not stuffed with tissue paper, there’s at least one or two thousand inside.
"Nothing’s free in the world, what is it that Dr. Tang wants me to help with?"
Li Jingsheng, being an adult, knows that pies don’t fall from the sky.
If you take someone’s money, you have to do something for them.
"Uh...um...here’s the thing, didn’t you see a pulmonary tuberculosis patient yesterday?" Tang Weilin said awkwardly, like a newlywed bride.
Li Jingsheng understood a bit upon hearing this.
The elderly suspecting tuberculosis said he was diagnosed with lung cancer at a big hospital. It seemed like the diagnosis was from a top-tier hospital like the Municipal People’s Hospital or Qiaobang Hospital.
It looks like the misdiagnosis probably came from a doctor at the Second Hospital.
"Yes, I did see such a patient. You know, my small clinic is quite basic, unable to make a definitive diagnosis, I just informed the patient it might be tuberculosis."
Li Jingsheng spoke humbly, lowering his stance quite a bit.
Connecting the dots with Dr. Tang’s sneaky behavior outside, wrapping his face tightly, clearly not wanting to be seen visiting Sunshine Clinic.
Now talking about that tuberculosis patient and immediately handing over a big red envelope to Li, asking for help.
Anyone could deduce what’s going on.
The patient and family are probably causing trouble for the hospital.
Being diagnosed with lung cancer wrongly almost scared the elderly to death; the son and daughter were also terrified.
Anger is inevitable.
Given the son’s stubborn personality, he’s likely to pursue it relentlessly.
"You wouldn’t know, now both the family and the patient have been confirmed tuberculosis at a designated hospital and are causing a huge fuss, blaming our Second Hospital for misdiagnosing, even accusing us of malpractice and wanting us to be disgraced..."
Dr. Tang Weilin seemed helpless talking about this.
Though no fear was apparent in his eyes.
A doctor involved in misdiagnosis, with patients and families making a scene, should surely be afraid.
It is a doctor’s instinct.
If Tang Weilin wasn’t afraid of the patient’s uproar, he wouldn’t be sneaking around to visit Li Jingsheng at night with a big red envelope.
Li Jingsheng remembered the family mentioning the old man’s treatment was handled by a chief physician named Mu.
But now the visiting doctor is named Tang.
This situation is quite interesting.
Likely, Director Mu couldn’t lower his face and sent a subordinate doctor as a spokesperson.
Being a chief physician, even just with a deputy high title, they’re someone of stature in a hospital department.
A misdiagnosis by a chief physician from a major hospital is already embarrassing.
If this misdiagnosis was corrected by a doctor from a small clinic, it’s estimated that Director Mu would rather die than come to plead with Li Jingsheng personally.
"Why didn’t you perform a biopsy on the patient before diagnosing lung cancer? Big hospitals are usually very cautious!"
Li Jingsheng was not intending to humiliate but was merely curious.
"Oh, don’t mention it! When that patient sought diagnosis at our Second Hospital, we performed lung ultrasound and CT scans, and both were highly similar to pulmonary tumors. Considering benign tumors seldom cause long-term low fever, fatigue, night sweats, we informed the patient of a higher likelihood of malignant tumors, suggesting a biopsy for pathology.
The patient came to our hospital alone, and upon hearing about chest biopsy, he outright refused.
Then after a few questions, he left.
Our doctors were purely in good faith, telling the patient not to delay the condition, ideally to proceed with further checkups soon, early treatment.
It’s likely the patient misunderstood, thinking our doctors had confirmed lung cancer."
Tang Weilin described the event in detail.



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