Reborn not to be a simp, the school beauty's whole family goes crazy

"It's just a bit expensive." Chen Guilan sighed at the end.

Chen Dong smiled and said, "I've worked so hard to start this business just to make more money so I can spend it when needed. This little bit of money is no big deal. It would be better to have the doctor order some tests later to get a proper check-up."

“That makes sense. Then I’ll take you to see a doctor.” Chen Guilan thought about it and agreed.

Although Chen Guilan still felt it was unnecessary and a waste of money.

The older generation, or those who don't have enough money, generally think this way.

Chen Guilan brought her nephew Chen Dong to the doctor's office.

Inside, there were two long tables, with several doctors sitting on them.

The layout of the entire office was very simple. Apart from these two long tables, there were only some pictures on the walls that looked like children's doodles. I don't know what's so great about them.

Then there's the table piled with documents in the corner, the water dispenser, the shower, the cabinet, and that's it.

Yes, there isn't even a computer; these doctors are all bowing their heads and writing with pen and paper.

Chen Guilan led Chen Dong to a doctor.

The doctor noticed someone approaching and looked up.

He didn't recognize Chen Dong, but he did recognize Chen Guilan. He glanced at Chen Dong and asked, "Is this Chu Yu's family member?"

Chen Guilan hummed in agreement and replied, "I suppose so. He's Chen Dong, the boyfriend of Chu Yu's daughter. Chu Yu's daughter is back and is in the hospital with Chu Yu."

"Oh, I see. That's fine then." The doctor pushed up his glasses and glanced at Chen Dong a few more times.

When Chu Yu was brought here, the hospital was quite busy.

Is this the son of the deputy director of the Urban Construction Bureau who called the dean?

Xia Dong remained seated, showing no intention of getting up, but with a slight smile on his face, he introduced himself simply: "Mr. Chen Dong? Hello, I am Xia Dong, the attending physician of patient Chu Yu."

"Hello, Dr. Xia." Chen Dong nodded in greeting, then went straight to the point, asking, "Is Chu Yu's condition just low blood sugar? Are there any other symptoms? Or rather, why did she fall into a coma due to low blood sugar?"

Dr. Xia Dong thought for a moment, pulled over a stool, and gestured for Chen Dong to sit down before replying, "Based on the initial examination in the emergency department, it appears to be hypoglycemia. Further examination is needed to determine any other symptoms or complications."

"I can't guarantee anything or say anything precise about this. My personal suggestion is that if money isn't an issue, it's better to have it checked further."

"As for the problem of hypoglycemia, this disease is mostly caused by not getting enough rest, overworking, and possibly not eating, or not eating on time or properly, combined with the problems mentioned earlier."

"Low blood sugar itself is not a big problem. You can recover quickly by eating well and resting. I have already been prescribed some glucose and other nutritional IV drips."

"If no other problems are found, or if no further tests are needed, then you can be discharged tomorrow."

"That's the gist of it." Very good, those are the words of a hospital.

Chen Dong mentally scoffed, then nodded and said, "Since that's the case, I'm relieved for now. As for further examinations, Dr. Xia, could you write me a referral? My girlfriend and I will accompany Aunt Chu Yu for further tests later."

"Okay, I'll prescribe it for you now." Dr. Xia Dong nodded, leaned over the table, picked up a pen and wrote something in a few strokes, then handed the finished sheets of paper to Chen Dong.

"This is an electrocardiogram, and this is a CT scan. Basically, these are the two things we'll do for further examination. We'll just scan them and see."

"After you take the bill to pay, just take the patient to the places indicated on the bill for examination."

"Then, this requires the patient's family member's signature. When the patient was in the emergency room before, the accompanying person also signed, but it was not as valid as the family member's signature. This is a supplementary signature."

Chen Dong took it from his hand.

Well, good heavens, apart from the standard printed characters that I can understand, I can't understand a single other character; they're all just scribbles.

Having grown accustomed to the mostly computer-generated text in hospitals in my previous life, and the standardized handwriting of doctors, I could generally understand it.

Looking back at the font used by doctors in this era, it's truly baffling.

At this moment, Chen Dong understood why, at a certain point in his previous life, the higher-ups had gone to great lengths to crack down on this area. It was truly incomprehensible, making it easy to manipulate things!

It is also relatively easy for problems to occur, for example, if the pharmacist cannot understand or makes a mistake.

Chen Dongchong nodded to Dr. Xia Dong, then, clutching the prescription, left with Chen Guilan.

Back in the ward, Chen Dong told Chu Mengran and Chu Yu what had happened.

Before Chu Mengran could say anything, Chu Yu said rather reluctantly, "I just have low blood sugar, there's nothing wrong with that, let's not waste this money and time, shall we?"

"How could I not know my own body condition?"

Hearing this, Chu Mengran, who was standing nearby, said unhappily, "Mom! We're not short of money. The prescriptions have already been issued, so let's go get the check-up done."

"Well, alright then." Although Chu Yu wasn't too happy about it, she had no choice but to agree since her daughter had said so.

Chen Dong smiled, waved the form in his hand, handed the one to Chu Mengran to sign, and said, "Then I'll go downstairs to pay first. Mengran, please sign this form. If you don't have a pen, go to the nurses' station."

"Okay, I understand." Chu Mengran took the item and nodded. Then, Chen Dong left the ward.

Only one person needed to go to pay the fee, so Chen Guilan didn't go with her.

On the mere third floor, Chen Dong simply took the stairs.

When I arrived at the payment counter for the No. 3 inpatient clinic, I saw that the window was crowded with people and there was a lot of noise.

The staff sat inside the window, piled high with forms, frantically processing paper registrations and payments. Each transaction took a considerable amount of time.

Seeing this, Chen Dong understood to some extent why hospital staff in this era all had such unrestrained handwriting.

It's true that handwriting takes too much time; without cursive script, the time required for writing would undoubtedly increase many times over.

Chen Dong stood helplessly in the queue, watching the slowly moving crowd in front of him, and felt an overwhelming longing for the electronic self-service payment system of his previous life in the information age.

Time passed by, but the line seemed to have made little progress.

Although there are six windows for hospital payment, it is far from enough to meet the dozens or even hundreds of people queuing up.