Reborn in a virtual world, before the house was taken away

Feng Qingqing was grateful. Although she had only studied with Dr. He for one day, she knew that Dr. He was an upright person who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

He answered hastily:

"Thank you, Dr. He. I'll be relying on you from now on."

After saying that, he bowed to Dr. He and left.

After she left, He Wencai looked up, stared blankly in the direction Feng Qingqing had gone for a moment, then smiled slightly and lowered his head to continue reading.

Feng Qingqing continued her studies at the surgical outpatient clinic. The outpatient doctor was a man in his thirties who wore black-rimmed glasses, but through the glasses, one could see that his eyes were scrutinizing her from head to toe.

Feng Qingqing disliked the man's gaze immediately, but there was nothing she could do; she was under his roof and could only go up and greet him.

The doctor's surname is Fang, and his name is Fang Sibo. According to Nurse Wu, he was transferred from the county hospital. I heard that his family is from the city. I don't know why he was transferred to our commune to be a surgeon.

After entering, Feng Qingqing sat down opposite Dr. Fang. This time, unlike Dr. He from the internal medicine department who gave her a book to study on her own, Dr. Fang didn't pay any attention to her after she sat down. However, he was mostly not in the office and couldn't control her anyway.

In the afternoon, a patient suddenly arrived, supported by his family and walking with a slight hunch. Just then, Dr. Fang, who was sitting opposite, was not there, so Feng Qingqing quickly went to the nurses' station to ask Nurse Wu for help in finding him, and then hurried back to the outpatient room.

Back in her office, Feng Qingqing saw that the patient was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely and his face was deathly pale. Feng Qingqing went over and touched his forehead; it was burning hot.

These past two days, Feng Qingqing borrowed a book called "An Overview of Surgical Theory" from Nurse Wu at the hospital. She has a good memory and after flipping through it twice, she basically memorized the contents of the book, but it hasn't been tested in experiments yet.

She quickly asked the patient's family several questions, such as where the pain was located, when the pain started, whether there was any vomiting, when the fever started, and whether there was any diarrhea or incontinence. She then went to get a thermometer for the family to measure the patient's temperature. After she finished all this, she saw the elusive Dr. Fang slowly stroll back from outside.

The patient and his family were getting impatient and kept urging Feng Qingqing and the nurses standing nearby. Seeing the doctor in the white coat return was like seeing a lifeline.

The family members stepped forward, trying to grab Dr. Fang, but Fang Sibao scattered them, shouting:

"What are you doing? What are you doing? What kind of behavior is this, touching me like that?"

After speaking, he brushed off non-existent dust from his white coat before walking to his seat, taking a sip of water, and then slowly beginning to question the patient and his family:

"What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"

Seeing that the patient was hunched over, he bent down and wrote something in the medical record book, saying as he wrote:

"It hurts in your stomach, but it's okay. I'll give you some painkillers and some water, and you'll feel better. Go home now."

Feng Qingqing, who had watched the whole thing from the sidelines, was utterly dumbfounded. A doctor could treat patients like this? Before she could say anything, she heard the patient's family member plead loudly:

"Doctor, doctor, please take another look. This is clearly not a normal stomachache. Would it be okay if he were admitted to the hospital for further examination?"

The family member was a woman in her forties dressed in ordinary clothes. At this moment, she looked anxiously at her son from time to time, and couldn't help but plead with the doctor. Her family was not well-off. She knew that hospitalization and examination would cost money, but how could she, as a mother, bear to see her son in so much pain? The necessary expenses still had to be paid.

Suddenly, Fang Sibo shouted:

"For a simple stomachache, why go to the hospital and get all those tests? You're wasting the people's medical resources, do you know that? Who else would go to the hospital for such a minor illness like you? What are your family's circumstances? Where are you from? What does your spouse do for a living?"

A barrage of questions left the woman speechless and caught in a dilemma.

At this point, Feng Qingqing couldn't stand it any longer and stepped forward to say:

"Dr. Fang, I just briefly asked the patient's family about his condition. He started experiencing pain this morning, initially a dull ache around his navel in his upper abdomen, accompanied by nausea, vomiting, abdominal distension, and fever. Now the pain has shifted to his lower right abdomen, and the pain in his upper abdomen has lessened, but his body temperature continues to rise. I suspect it may be acute suppurative appendicitis. Do you think we should conduct further examinations? If it is confirmed, then we need to start treatment immediately, otherwise it may cause septic shock and even endanger his life."

She had barely finished speaking when Fang Sibao's face flushed red, his eyes widened slightly, and he retorted:

"Am I a doctor, or are you a doctor? You're just a little girl who's not even a proper doctor, you haven't even grown any hair yet, what do you know?"

Feng Qingqing could see that Fang Sibo was truly empty-headed and had no knowledge whatsoever. But seeing the boy in so much pain that he could barely sit up, she couldn't bear it. Moreover, if her diagnosis was correct, it was a matter of life and death.

Feng Qingqing knew that arguing with him at this point would be useless. People like him usually valued their reputation above all else. With time running out, Feng Qingqing didn't say anything more and turned to leave the clinic room.

After leaving, Feng Qingqing quickly walked to the internal medicine clinic where she had just left in the afternoon. She felt a little embarrassed to bother her again so soon after she had just told them that they could come to her if they didn't understand something. However, she thought that doctors are benevolent and that Dr. He would not blame her.

She knocked quickly on the door, and upon hearing someone say "come in," she hurriedly pushed the door open and went inside. Time was of the essence, so Feng Qingqing quickly explained the patient's condition and her preliminary diagnosis.

Even He Wen, who was usually rather aloof, looked at Feng Qingqing with surprise. He never expected that this young girl not only had a serious and proper attitude towards studying medicine, but also had great potential, and had given a diagnosis in such a short time.

However, this was not the time to speak. After listening, she thought for a few seconds, then quickly said to Feng Qingqing:

"Wait for me at the door of the examination room."

After saying that, he turned his back to her.

Feng Qingqing quickly ran back to the entrance of the surgical clinic and saw that the mother and son had already walked out of the clinic. Because Dr. Fang Sibao had only prescribed painkillers, the woman was helping her son sit in a chair and was preparing to pay for the medicine.

At this point, the woman was also bewildered. She instinctively felt that her son's illness wasn't just a simple stomachache, but the doctor had confirmed it was. And this young girl, who wasn't even a doctor or nurse, had said her son had acute appendicitis, and that delaying treatment could be life-threatening. As a mother, she instinctively believed the young girl; if it wasn't, it wouldn't matter much. But if it was really what she said, the consequences would be unbearable for her family.

Just when she was in a state of great inner conflict.