Healing Doctor

Chapter 274 Urban Legends of the Emergency Room (Bonus Chapter x3 by Alliance Leader CAA Spicy Hot Pot)

"Acute pain facial expression." Mr. Wu glanced at the patient and began to mutter to himself.

Meng Qingfei understood that this was a way for him to sing at night to bolster his courage.

Faced with such a gloomy and terrifying environment, I felt chilled to the bone and extremely uncomfortable if I didn't say anything.

"The neck is supple, the thyroid gland is normal upon palpation, and no abnormalities were found during examination of the heart, lungs, and abdomen."

"Increased muscle tone in both lower limbs, hyperactive knee and Achilles tendon reflexes, and pathological reflexes not elicited."

Mr. Wu has been examining the patient bit by bit, and so far he hasn't seen anything unusual.

Moreover, his physical examination was different from usual; urologists would never normally check the thyroid or anything like that.

After a while, Mr. Wu relaxed a little and smiled, "Brother Meng, your methods of scaring people are getting more and more sophisticated."

"..." Meng Qingfei was speechless.

"Aside from the room being a bit cold, I don't feel anything." Mr. Wu smiled as he put on gloves and began to examine the surgical area, conducting a urological examination.

"Your emergency room, with so many deaths, always seems particularly cold to me. In the summer, I'm drenched in sweat outside, but it feels so cool inside your emergency room."

"That's called a chilly wind, and you actually feel cool?" Meng Qingfei said irritably.

"No way, what a joke, and there's even a chilling wind." Mr. Wu chuckled. "The briefcase isn't long..."

Mr. Wu began to inspect the surgical area.

"I don't see anything unusual." Mr. Wu spent a minute carefully examining the area but couldn't find anything strange. He put the surgical area down, glanced at the cardiac monitor, and said, "The patient's vital signs are stable. Are you having a collective hallucination?"

"..." Meng Qingfei remained silent, staring intently at the patient's surgical area.

"I've recently read some articles about collective hallucinations, and something about them just doesn't feel right. The articles are written like they're written by a lunatic. Oh, by the way, I followed a blogger while scrolling through short videos. They said their patients don't need our urology department's services, so they should see a neurosurgeon or neurologist."

"The short video blogger is like he's on drugs, acting all eccentric. But today I saw he was hospitalized at Tiantan Hospital. That guy really does have a brain tumor. He seems quite optimistic, though. I'm planning to watch his live streams from time to time."

Mr. Wu kept rambling on.

He was unusually talkative today. Although he said the patient was fine, the air in the emergency room was a bit cold, and Mr. Wu felt like his tongue was frozen when he breathed.

He looked fine, but Mr. Wu's heart was pounding.

Mr. Wu knew very well who Meng Qingfei was. If it were an ordinary doctor, Mr. Wu could just call him "Doctor So-and-so," but with Meng Qingfei, he had to call him "Brother Meng."

As a veteran emergency room doctor, Mr. Wu recalls that Meng Qingfei has almost never made a misdiagnosis.

Although he is cautious and steady as a rock, he doesn't do many of the things that the emergency department should be doing, and sometimes he doesn't even want to remove stitches, but he has his own reasons.

Even Meng Qingfei said that today, so there must be a problem.

Mr. Wu felt that something was wrong.

He forced himself to remain calm, turned around, took off his sterile gloves, and threw them into the medical waste bin.

"Brother Meng, I'll head back now," said General Manager Wu. "Looking at it now, it really has nothing to do with our urology department..."

As he was speaking, he suddenly noticed that Meng Qingfei's pupils contracted, and a shadow flashed faintly in his pupils.

Mr. Wu was startled and turned around as fast as he could, his neck making a cracking sound.

After examining the patient, he covered the patient with a blue sterile sheet.

This is the most basic thing; otherwise, what if the patient gets cold? The things that need to be done will be done in the meantime.

At this moment, the sterile drape that should have been properly covering the patient bulged out, and that bulge was constantly moving.

"Uh..." Mr. Wu made a gurgling sound in his throat.

Meng Qingfei stepped forward, grabbed the blue sterile sheet, and lifted it up.

The surgical area was congested, and Mr. Wu looked up, somewhat bewildered. In all his years working in urology, he had seen many patients in a coma, but sudden congestion during a coma was extremely rare.

If we follow Meng Qingfei's description, then next...

Mr. Wu's body seemed frozen, twisted into an odd posture, silently watching the congestion in the surgical area and his head tilt up.

Whether it was due to Meng Qingfei's words or not, Mr. Wu seemed to see a transparent figure swaying on the patient's body.

The surgical area trembled along with the movements of the transparent figure.

Twenty seconds later, a blood-red color appeared.

The blue sterile sheet was quickly placed between the blood and Mr. Wu, preventing Mr. Wu from being sprayed all over his head and face.

Meng Qingfei changed the form and carefully kept the one stained with red blood.

"Mr. Wu, did you see it?"

"Giggle..." Mr. Wu shivered, his upper and lower teeth chattering.

People in the medical field are all materialists. Although they sometimes joke about believing in the god of the night shift, it's just a joke.

There are many legends about ghosts and gods in hospitals, but they are just urban legends and shouldn't be taken seriously.

but

in front of you!

Mr. Wu witnessed a bizarre event!

Is it really like in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, where a scholar encounters a fox spirit and then dies from exhaustion?

This has happened so many times already; what's coming out isn't prostatic fluid anymore, but streaks of blood.

If this continues, will it really be like in "Jin Ping Mei," where the patient bleeds to death like Ximen Qing?

Mr. Wu's mind was in a mess, and for a moment he forgot where he was.

"Mr. Wu, let's talk outside," Meng Qingfei called out, but Mr. Wu stared blankly at the patient, as if he hadn't heard him.

Meng Qingfei simply pulled General Manager Wu out of the emergency room.

Just a step away, the world inside and outside the door are two completely different worlds.

The room was freezing cold, as if something was causing the temperature in the emergency room to drop; outside, it was warm and cozy, full of the warmth of everyday life.

Mr. Wu was pulled around the corner by Meng Qingfei, looking bewildered.

"Mr. Wu, call your director over," Meng Qingfei said. "And who's the fiercest doctor in your department? Call him over to take a look. It's not that I'm superstitious, but sometimes you have to believe that even ghosts are afraid of wicked people."

"Oh, oh, oh, I'll call right away."

Meng Qingfei was also puzzled; he couldn't understand what was wrong with today's patient.

Why does the patient keep gushing out, even though the physical examination shows no problems? The patient is always congested with blood, and if the gushing continues, there is only one outcome left—death from exhaustion.

Meng Qingfei's thoughts were also a bit chaotic, as his years of clinical experience seemed to have no use.

No one knows what exactly happened to the patient.

correct!

Oh shit!!

Meng Qingfei cursed himself.

Because of fear, I'm a bit confused. So far, I've only had a physical exam and haven't asked about my medical history yet.

Meng Qingfei raised his hand and lightly slapped his own face to bring himself back to his senses.

"You make the call first, I'll go ask about the patient's medical history."

(End of this chapter)