Healing Doctor

Chapter 768 A Mistake

"Your store is ripping off customers!"

A middle-aged woman's indignant voice came from not far away.

Ji Xiang scratched his head. Why not at a hospital, but at some kind of shop?

Quickly recalling, Ji Xiang realized that "he" was a salesperson at a Mercedes-Benz 4S store, and a female customer had bought a Mercedes-Benz GLE350 a few days ago.

But a few days later, her car broke down while she was driving on the highway.

The female customer believed that the Mercedes-Benz GLE350 had quality problems, so she hired a tow truck to take the broken-down Mercedes-Benz GLE350 to the entrance of the 4S store and blocked the door indignantly, demanding an explanation.

What does this have to do with the patients Meng Qingfei encountered?!

Could it be that the driver or passengers were injured when the vehicle broke down?

Ji Xiang opened his eyes in a flash and saw the female driver sitting on the hood, yelling and cursing.

Sigh, it's similar to medical disputes. It seems that as long as you're in society, it's hard to avoid encountering trouble anywhere.

Perhaps, this kind of rights protection is what is called being "rubbed into the ground" by society.

Even the person sitting on the hood is only resorting to this method because they have no other choice.

Ji Xiang instantly put aside any thoughts of reasoning; he was just a doctor, and could only be a doctor.

"Madam, let's come in and talk," a middle-aged man said politely.

"What's there to say? I bought this new car from your dealership, and it was my first time driving it on the highway to break it in, and this piece of junk suddenly stalled. And that was on the highway, the highway!"

The woman's voice was shrill, clearly burning with rage, to the point that she had lost most of her reason, her voice sounding like a spear or halberd.

"My car suddenly stalled while I was driving on the highway. You're not just ripping off consumers, you're blatantly murdering me for money!!"

That seems to make sense, Ji Xiang thought to himself.

However, the woman's fierceness reminded Ji Xiang of many medical disputes and complaints.

He stood beside the middle-aged man, trembling and not daring to utter a single word.

This seems to be related to the complaints at the hospital. "Director Bai's job is tough," Ji Xiang thought to himself.

"Madam, if you feel there's something wrong with the vehicle, then let us see what's wrong," the middle-aged man said with a wry smile, trying to comfort her.

"You guys started this mess?!" the woman yelled, pointing at the middle-aged man. "I don't know anything about cars, and you just came in and messed around with them, trying to cover up the problem, and then you say it was my fault for operating them incorrectly, is that it?!"

"Is that what you're thinking?!"

Seeing that the woman's emotions were becoming increasingly agitated, Ji Xiang stepped back and observed her closely.

Meng Qingfei encountered a patient with spontaneous pneumothorax. Does this mean that women can develop spontaneous pneumothorax due to anger?

That shouldn't be the case. Spontaneous pneumothorax is more common in ruptured bullae, which is a congenital condition, and it is most common in tall, thin boys around 17 or 8 years old.

Spontaneous pneumothorax caused by anger? That's not written in the book.

Could it be a rare disease? Ji Xiang stood aside, watching the scene with great interest.

"Ma'am, please be reasonable. You've blocked our dealership entrance with your car, severely disrupting our normal operations..."

"You've robbed people of their money and are now trying to scam others? I'm blocking the door so everyone knows your shop is a rip-off! A rip-off!!"

"You have to let me see what's wrong with the car, I don't know anything right now," the man said helplessly.

The logic is directly closed-loop.

Continuing in this order, the woman then says that the 4S shop should fix the minor problems with the car first, and then that she operated it improperly.

Ji Xiang shrugged.

It's likely that when Director Bai handles various medical disputes, he encounters many patients' families in this situation.

Just as Ji Xiang had imagined, the middle-aged man and the woman sitting on the hood of the GLE350 repeated what they had just said.

A dozen minutes later, as Ji Xiang watched the woman unfurl the banner, he felt that she looked somewhat familiar.

This is exactly the same as what happens to family members of patients who complain about hospitals.

The middle-aged man stamped his foot and turned away helplessly.

"Manager Li, what do we do next?" Ji Xiang asked as he followed.

As the manager's assistant, I haven't helped at all; it's time to make my presence felt.

"()*……*&……"

A middle-aged man walked into the 4S store and began to mutter curses under his breath.

He wouldn't dare utter a single vulgar word in front of women, but that didn't mean he had no thoughts on his mind.

Ji Xiang listened quietly to the middle-aged man cursing, wondering if Director Bai would also curse people behind their backs.

"What the hell is going on? They say there's something wrong with the car but won't let us see it, they're just blocking the door and making a scene." The middle-aged man finally slumped into the manager's office chair, looking utterly miserable.

"Manager Li, what are her requirements?"

"How would I know? She didn't tell me."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he sighed deeply, his eyes lost their light, and he silently stared at the computer.

A woman's curses could be heard in the distance.

The sound was intermittent and faint, but to Ji Xiang it sounded as if he were back in the hospital, encountering a thorny medical dispute.

"Manager Li, do these kinds of things happen often?" Ji Xiang asked subconsciously.

The middle-aged man glared at Ji Xiang.

Ji Xiang knew he had said too much. He looked down at the floor, trying to figure out whether it was a woman or a middle-aged man who would have spontaneous pneumothorax.

Moreover, if spontaneous pneumothorax develops into tension pneumothorax, should I then criticize them like I would on a TV show?

On the middle-aged man's desk was a pen, probably an emergency tool that the system had left for him.

After scanning the area with his eyes, Ji Xiang determined what he could do.

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open, startling the middle-aged man.

Immediately, Ji Xiang felt someone rushing towards him from behind.

Ji Xiang tried to dodge, but the "self" he felt was too weak to dodge at all.

The man kicked Ji Xiang in the left rib area, and a sharp pain shot through him.

Ji Xiang was kicked to the ground, lying there on the verge of tears.

It turns out I was wrong!

This is not spontaneous pneumothorax at all; it is clearly traumatic pneumothorax! It was caused by external force.

But by the time Ji Xiang figured it out, it was already too late.

A sharp pain shot through Ji Xiang's left chest wall, and every breath made him feel like he was about to die.

The men barged in, shoving and jostling, but they didn't seem to intend to hurt anyone. However, some naive youngster, oblivious to the danger, kicked Ji Xiang to the ground.

Seeing that Ji Xiang's face was pale and something was wrong, their morale instantly plummeted.

When the other staff from the 4S store arrived, they quickly calmed the situation down and prevented further damage.

Only Ji Xiang was injured.

Ji Xiang burst into tears. It turned out that he hadn't said a word to the woman, but in the end, he was the one who got hurt.

That's really bad luck.

"Ji Xiang, how are you?" The middle-aged man asked, somewhat flustered.

Ji Xiang shook his head, indicating that he was speechless.

But his actions led the middle-aged man to misunderstand. "It's alright, it's alright. Let's deal with the dispute first, and then I'll take you to the hospital."

"!!!"

Ji Xiang took a breath, about to speak.

But with each breath, a piercing pain rose in my left rib area.

What the hell is going on?!

"How can you hit people? Let's talk this out," the middle-aged man scolded.

It was obvious to the naked eye that he was all bark and no bite; he wasn't the one who was actually injured. He was just using Ji Xiang's injury as leverage to resolve the immediate trouble.

"The crappy cars your store sold broke down right after the break-in period on the highway, almost costing an entire family their lives! And you still have the nerve to complain?!"

A burly man on the other side roared.

"If you say the car broke down, we should at least check what's wrong, right?" the middle-aged man replied with a mournful face. "You won't let me check anything, so I can't give you an explanation."

"Have the reporters arrived yet?"

"Soon, there will be several influential figures and self-media personalities as well."

"Okay, we'll see it together when we get there." The burly man glared fiercely at Manager Li.

It seems the other party is very well prepared. If it's a problem with the Mercedes-Benz GLE350, they might have to pay hundreds of thousands in compensation.

Although Ji Xiang felt like he had broken ribs, he had already been assimilated by Shen Lang and was thinking about all sorts of messy things.

Director Bai was definitely more composed than Manager Li. Ji Xiang even recalled Director Bai saying that he used to have high blood pressure and needed to cultivate his character.

Indeed, it's not easy to work in the medical affairs department.

Especially the dispute resolution office, that's a job that's simply inhuman.

Even if I fall on hard times and end up in the emergency room, I can't go to the dispute resolution office, Ji Xiang thought to himself.

Manager Li just said he would take Ji Xiang to the hospital after the matter was resolved, but he quickly dialed 120 for emergency medical assistance.

The two sides were arguing fiercely. Ji Xiang refused the help of the other employees, slumped to the ground, and silently watched them argue.

Ji Xiang just thought they were too noisy.

A dozen minutes later, as the TV reporters arrived, the group of people gradually went out, ready to open the Mercedes-Benz GLE350 to see what was wrong.

The woman was still sitting on the hood, holding a banner and telling the people who came to the 4S store about how this "broken car" suddenly stalled on the highway.

She described it vividly, especially how the engine suddenly made a strange sound, sputtering and the car started to shake.

These descriptions give the reader a sense of being there.

Ji Xiang struggled to his feet, wanting to get closer and see what was going on.

After only two instances of empathy, Ji Xiang was already led astray by Shen Lang and began to be interested in all sorts of gossip, though Ji Xiang himself was unaware of it.

"Luckily, I was alert at the time. I applied the brakes lightly and gripped the steering wheel tightly. The steering wheel slipped several times, but I managed to control it. If I hadn't been careful, at 120 mph, my whole family would have died on the highway!"

The woman was emotional and complained to those around her about the Mercedes-Benz GLE350.

Ji Xiang found a good spot and stood against the wall.

"Ji Xiang, why don't you go lie down for a while?" one of the employees who had already made up their minds asked.

"No need, let me see how to resolve this. Our cars are all original imports, and they haven't had any problems in all these years, this shouldn't be happening."

"I've worked in this industry for six years and I've never seen anything like this. You don't know what might happen after driving over 100,000 kilometers, but this is a brand new car, how could the engine have problems already?"

"Awooooo~"

The sound of an ambulance interrupted the argument between the two parties, and the ambulance doctor in white jumped out of the vehicle.

He saw a crowd gathered at the entrance of the 4S store, and he nervously parted the crowd.

"Who's injured?!" the paramedics asked.

Then he saw the woman sitting on the hood of the car, cursing loudly. After looking around, he asked in confusion, "Who called 120?"

"It's him." The middle-aged man led the 120 emergency doctor to Ji Xiang's side.

"Where are you injured?" the paramedics asked.

"Here." Ji Xiang pointed to his left rib area. "I was kicked. It hurts when I breathe, and I can't catch my breath. It feels like my ribs are broken."

"Kid, don't talk nonsense! I just lightly touched you, it's not that easy to break a bone, don't try to scam me." The burly man stepped forward and pointed at Ji Xiang's nose, cursing, "Are you fucking trying to scam me?"

"I'm just telling the truth. You'll know once you go to the hospital for an X-ray," Ji Xiang said with a grim expression.

"Can you walk? If there are no other injuries, try walking a few steps yourself. If you're put on a stretcher, the change in position will make you feel more pain," the 120 emergency doctor explained.

"Wait a minute, I'll open the car right away. I want to see what's wrong with it."

"..."

"..."

The middle-aged man, the 120 emergency doctor, and the burly man were all stunned.

That's way too gossipy!

Ji Xiang's face was deathly pale, and there was cold sweat on his temples. When he was breathing, you could see the pain on his face.

Even so, he refused to get into the ambulance immediately.

The 120 emergency doctor said helplessly, "You'd better get to the hospital right away. You're sweating from the pain. Let me tell you, even a rib fracture can have many complications, so don't delay."

"I'll take a look soon."

"Damn it," the 120 emergency doctor cursed inwardly.

This is the first time I've encountered a patient like this.

No matter how others tried to persuade him, Ji Xiang wanted to see the end before he left.

The TV reporters and influential figures were waiting, and they couldn't delay any longer. The two groups ignored Ji Xiang, and the woman opened the Mercedes-Benz GLE350. The 4S store staff and the buyer's family began to check where the problem was.

"Dude, are you in a lot of pain?" the 120 emergency doctor asked.

"It's amazing, I don't dare to breathe too hard, it hurts if I breathe even a little too deeply." Ji Xiang answered softly, focused on the vehicle inspection.

"Then hurry up and go to the hospital."

"I think it's probably not a big problem. I wonder if it's an engine issue," Ji Xiang said, intently watching the vehicle inspection.

The 120 emergency doctor shrugged.

"Don't worry, I'm perfectly fine and there won't be any major problems. Besides, you'll have to wait anxiously for the ambulance to call when you get back, and then you can watch the show together."

"Wow, you're quite familiar with each other," the 120 emergency doctor said with a smile.

"I have a friend who is also a doctor."

Ji Xiang has started the "I Have a Friend" mode.

"You're too quick to believe things," the 120 emergency doctor sighed. "I've seen many patients, but this is the first time I've encountered someone like you."

"Wait a bit, that's fine. We need someone from the party at fault to accompany us, otherwise if the medical examination says I injured myself, we'll both be in trouble."

Ji Xiang replied calmly.

The 120 emergency doctor looked rather grim. He was just going to work as usual and absolutely did not want to get involved in any trouble.

Ji Xiang's words made sense, and since he was clear-headed and only had pain in his breathing, it seemed that he was not seriously injured, so he stopped trying to persuade Ji Xiang.

Soon, the Mercedes-Benz GLE350 was started, the engine emitted a weak roar, and then fell silent.

"See? I told you the engine was broken. This is a brand new car, and I've only driven it less than 500 kilometers in the city! It cost hundreds of thousands of yuan, isn't this a rip-off?!" the woman began to complain.

"Nobody's money grows on trees. This 4S dealership is outrageous; they actually sold me this piece of junk. The worst part is, I was on the highway when the accident happened. They were just trying to kill me for money!"

"Madam, please calm down." The middle-aged man glanced at the dial, walked over, and interrupted the woman. "I just checked, and it's out of oil."

"Boom!"

The onlookers and others around gasped in surprise.

Out of gas?

Everyone had various guesses, but no one guessed that the Mercedes GLE350 stalled because it ran out of fuel.

Ji Xiang was also taken aback.

This reason is simply a pipe dream.

"No oil? Are you kidding me!" the woman instinctively denied.

But the burly man next to her, with a dark expression, grabbed the woman and gestured for her to speak less.

"Madam, let's add some gas to the car and try again," Manager Li said with a confident smile.

I added a little gas to the car and restarted it.

The engine roared, and this time it no longer sounded weak and listless; the roar was full of power.

As it turns out, adding only a small amount of gasoline to the tank solved the problem of the engine stalling; everything was self-evident.

The woman was stunned.

"Ma'am, do you think there are any other problems with the car?"

The woman moved her lips, but the burly man next to her quickly patted her shoulder, signaling her again to keep quiet.

It turns out that she didn't check the fuel gauge before getting on the highway. This absurd thing actually happened, and there's no way to explain it.

Especially since they initially sought to threaten the 4S store by bringing in TV reporters, influential figures, and public accounts, they have now brought this upon themselves.

Let's say less for now and let things calm down quickly.

If you act unreasonably, you will only become more and more shameful in the end.

The more you talk, the more mistakes you make.

"We have another employee who was injured. You were all too emotional just now. We understand everything else, but hitting someone is never right." Seeing that the other party had backed down, Manager Li steered the conversation to Ji Xiang's injury.

"We didn't hit you! It was just an accidental bump. Don't try to extort money from us."

The burly man denied it.

"The doctors have arrived."

Seeing Ji Xiang being helped towards the ambulance by the 120 emergency doctor, the burly man quickly walked over.

"Young man." The burly man reached out to pat Ji Xiang, but he stumbled and his hand landed directly on Ji Xiang's left chest wall.

But his movements seemed to be immobilized by a spell; his palm landed on Ji Xiang's body, and Ji Xiang's steps froze instantly.

"What are you doing!" the 120 emergency doctor shouted angrily.

"I...I didn't do anything!" The burly man was stunned.

Why did you hit him on the left side! I suspect he has a broken rib on his left side.

This time, the burly man was speechless.

He stared blankly at Ji Xiang.

Ji Xiang's expression was extremely painful, somewhat ferocious, with cold sweat pouring from his forehead and temples, and his clothes on the back soaked through.

This……

The burly man stood frozen in place, while Ji Xiang cursed inwardly.

It was because I hadn't noticed that Meng Qingfei was originally treating a patient with spontaneous pneumothorax, but I was there to experience pneumothorax and closed thoracic drainage.

But he was so engrossed in watching the spectacle that he forgot his original "intention".

What was originally just a rib fracture was accidentally slapped, causing the broken end to pierce the chest cavity and perforate the lung.

A simple rib fracture turned into a ruptured lung and hemopneumothorax.

What did I ever do to deserve this?!

Although I enjoyed the spectacle and learned some gossip, the price I paid was far too high.

Ji Xiang felt his strength being rapidly drained away, and his hands and feet became cold and unresponsive.

"Stretcher! Stretcher!!" The 120 emergency doctor immediately called for a stretcher bearer to come over.

Ji Xiang was carried on a stretcher on the stage and put into an ambulance. His feelings were very complicated.

At that moment, Ji Xiang thought of the patient Meng Qingfei had treated who underwent closed drainage in the emergency department.

The patient was in shock, which initially seemed to be hemorrhagic shock, but now, having experienced it firsthand, Ji Xiang knows that there is another type of shock that can explain the patient's condition—traumatic shock.

Although closed thoracic drainage is a minor surgery, or even just a procedure, some hospitals don't consider it a surgery at all.

but!

How terrifying! Ji Xiang is starting to back down.

「血压100/60毫米汞柱，心率98次/分，血氧饱和度94%。」护士检查完吉翔的生命体徵后和120急救医生汇报。

"Look at you!" the 120 emergency doctor complained, holding a stethoscope. "I told you to go to the hospital sooner, but you wouldn't listen and insisted on watching the show."

"I……"

"Don't talk, try to breathe slowly and deeply," the 120 emergency doctor instructed.

Ji Xiang knew that the 120 emergency doctor would listen to his heart and check if his breath sounds were the same on both sides.

I hope everything is alright.

Despite thinking this way, Ji Xiang knew that he would most likely be diagnosed with hemopneumothorax.

Seriously, I'm just watching the show.

According to the 120 emergency doctor, Ji Xiang took slow, deep breaths, but after inhaling less than half the normal amount of air, his chest bulged and he felt a piercing pain in his left chest wall.

Moreover, Ji Xiang felt that this pain was different from the one before.

The pain is one thing, but the main problem is that even if I try to endure the pain, I can't catch my breath.

Ji Xiang's mind was filled with animated scenes resembling variety shows, showing his left lung collapsing and unable to complete blood oxygen exchange.

Oh no, there's definitely a traumatic pneumothorax!

The 120 emergency doctor frowned as he listened to Ji Xiang's breathing sounds on both sides. Then, without giving Ji Xiang any instructions, he went to the front and patted the partition between the rear compartment and the driver's seat.

"Master, please hurry! The patient has a hemopneumothorax."

"Awooooooo~"

The siren of the ambulance was piercing, and Ji Xiang could clearly feel the ambulance starting to accelerate.

The driver kept honking the horn, indicating that he was in a hurry.

"Sit up halfway and quickly inhale some oxygen," the 120 emergency doctor simply instructed.

He supported Ji Xiang's back with his body, allowing Ji Xiang to sit on the stretcher.

In a semi-sitting position, his breathing is slightly better. If he were lying down, Ji Xiang fears his blood oxygen saturation would have already dropped below 90%.

Although the ambulance drove very fast, the driver was very experienced and drove quickly and steadily, getting Ji Xiang to the hospital without him suffering too much.

……

Note: This seems to have happened in Chengdu, *chuckles*.

(End of this chapter)