187 Panic (2/2)
Wang Zhuangyong was still dazed as he followed Lu Wenbin back to the Emergency Department.
Lu Wenbin went alone to talk to the attending physician on duty and requested for an isolated cubicle. He then asked a nurse to help bring in patients.
Lu Wenbin asked Wang Zhuangyong to sit down and said, ”In the Emergency Department, the patients are distributed according to the severity of their symptoms. Level 1 patients are near death patients, and level 2 patients are critically-ill patients. They are treated in the resuscitation room. Level 3 and level 4 patients are easily treatable patients, and they will be sent to the treatment room, which is where we are right now. Do you know what level 3 and level 4 means?”
”Level 3 patients are general emergency patients, and level 4 are…” Wang Zhuangyong suddenly understood. ”Level 4 patients are non-emergency patients, and are recommended to head to the Outpatient Department. So, if we encounter a level 4 patient, we should suggest that they head to the Outpatient Department.”
”If somebody else were to ask me this, I would say so.” Lu Wenbin paused for a moment, looked into Wang Zhuangyong's eyes, and said, ”Since it's you asking, we'll only talk about this in private. Based on the patterns of doctor-patient relationships of the current age, we can, at most, ask them to go to the Outpatient Department once. If they ignore our advice, we'll just let them wait for a while. When their turn comes, we'll still have to treat them. Don't bring trouble to yourself.”
Wang Zhuangyong became rather uneasy from Lu Wenbin's gaze. After acknowledging Lu Wenbin's words by saying that he understood them, he felt that Lu Wenbin was being way too nice to him.
There was a saying that went like this: ”One who is solicitous for no reason is either a rapist or a robber.”
Wang Zhuangyong placed his hand inside his pockets and realized that they were even cleaner than his face. This showed that Lu Wenbin was not a robber as there was nothing he could steal. But when it came to rape…
Wang Zhuangyong went pale.
He raised his head to look around again. The cubicle they were in was about the size of the private booths in regular small restaurants. It was just that the table in the middle was smaller, and there was more space to…
Wang Zhuangyong grew even paler.
”Zhuangyong, can I call you this…?” Lu Wenbin tried to get close to Wang Zhuangyong again.
Wang Zhuangyong was so pale that his face could not get any paler. He made his decision: he was going to say that he was actually straight...
Right then, a patient was sent in. The patient's left forearm was so bloody that the location of the wound could not be determined.
When Wang Zhuangyong saw such a shocking sight, he suddenly did not feel like saying what he had in mind anymore.
'Perhaps, I'll say it after this patient's wound is sutured.' As Wang Zhuangyong thought this, a smile appeared on his face.
”I'll suture this patient first. Watch me do it.” Lu Wenbin did not plan to let Wang Zhuangyong treat the very first patient who came in. No matter what, Lu Wenbin had to make Wang Zhuangyong watch him treat a few patients and get an idea on what was going on before he could try performing a stitch or two himself.
With this thought in mind, Lu Wenbin draped, disinfected, and debrided the patient's wound himself. He then brought two pieces of the slightly separated muscle tissues together using a needle and a surgical thread.
As Wang Zhuangyong watched, his smile slowly faded.
”This is different from what we saw in university…” Wang Zhuangyong's pupils became dilated.
Lu Wenbin laughed. ”The cadavers in the anatomy room have been soaked in formalin for a long time. This one is fresh out of the oven.”
The patient furrowed his eyebrows slightly, not knowing whether to say anything to retort.
Wang Zhuangyong's Adam's apple started to bob up and down quickly. Lu Wenbin was much too familiar with Wang Zhuangyong's reaction. In a flash, he slapped Wang Zhuangyong's shoulder and pushed him three inches to the back, then 3.3 inches to the left.
*Barf...*
Wang Zhuangyong began to vomit, unable to stop himself. His breakfast, his lunch, yesterday's lunch...
Lu Wenbin and the injured patient froze in unison.
Wang Zhuangyong stopped halfway. When he raised his head and saw the patient's exposed muscle tissue again, he could not help but vomit again.
There was once a poet who wrote this:
”A stream of water poured straight down from the hollow sky.
Like thunder, it entered the river without rest.
Since ancient times, a silky cascade.
A line that divided the emerald mountain in two.”