586 Why? (1/2)

”Mom, let's go over now.”

”Is it time now? Oh, let's go.” The district mayor's wife, Cao Lu, sat up. She felt dizzy as she gazed at the white wall and people that filled the room.

Her son, daughter-in-law, daughter, son-in-law, as well as her nephew and his wife, were all here. Besides, her cousin from her maternal home who was close to her family also kept her company all the way.

Although she was surrounded by a lot of people, Cao Lu did not feel at ease.

Synovitis itself was not severe, but her synovitis had been something that had been going on for more than thirty years. She always adopted conservative treatment, and during those times, there were multiple times where the results were not good, and she could not get up. This time, she finally could not heal on her own anymore.

When she thought about the scenario where she might need to lay on the bed for the rest of her life, how could Cao Lu feel at ease?

Regardless of how many people surrounded her and how convenient the wheelchair was, walking on her own was still the most comfortable. Besides, the room was full of people, and there were even more people who could not squeeze in. But Cao Lu knew that once her husband stepped down from his position as district mayor, it would not be easy for her daughter and son to come frequently.

”Aunt, we worry about you. We have Academician Zhu helping us now, right? If he takes care of you, you'll be able to use your legs with ease after resting for a few days.” Her nephew's wife had a sweet mouth, and she always liked sweet-talking, so she was considered a descendent whom Cao Lu rather liked.

But today, Cao Lu's mood could not become any better no matter what she said. She only said gloomily, ”Academician Zhu is very good at treatment, but it's a fact that I have fallen sick. Sigh… Tell me why it just had to happen to my kneecap? It doesn't matter to me if I have one arm less.”

”Mom, if worse comes to worst, we can have Academician Zhu perform surgery for you, after that, we can go back and rest for a few months, and you will be recovered.” Her son always agreed on performing surgery, but Cao Lu felt scared.

This time, Cao Lu stopped being stubborn. ”If I recover, it'll be good.”

They came all the way to the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center in Shanghai to enquire about the surgery, or else, why would Cao Lu need to get out of Changxi Province? If she were in the province, especially in Yun Hua, it would be extremely easy for her to get an expert if she had anything inconveniencing her.

But this time, she would not have been able to not contact Academician Zhu if the Water Conservancy Bureau did not help her. To be honest, Cao Lu looked forward to this.

This was how a famous doctor should act. If he treated every patient who came to him, how many patients would he have to treat in a year? If he could not even let down a district mayor of Cangping District because he did not want to embarrass him, then as the district mayor's wife of Cangping District, Cao Lu did not believe in his capabilities.

Academician Zhu quietly sat in the treatment room while he held a book and read in a relaxed manner.

In truth, Academician Zhu was really busy. He went around the country and even all around the world throughout the year, and he even went back and forth between the hospital, school, and government body every day. He also needed to keep the senses in his hands active for surgery, guide the students, read up research papers, perform experiments, and write up research papers…

However, Academician Zhu actually had free time between his heavy workload.

Just like now. He could take his time to read a book while he was waiting for a patient.

He was already someone in his seventies. Although he was very healthy and could still perform surgeries in the operating theater, it was still impossible for him to walk quickly and perform surgeries one after another like a young man.

What Academician Zhu did was to reduce the number while increasing the quality of his surgeries.

For example, he only performed around 100 surgeries in a year, and that included guided surgeries. He also controlled the number of patients he consulted strictly.

However, Academician Zhu did try his best to increase his quality.

For example, even though he had a lot of work to do now, Academician Zhu would be willing to wait for the patients in the consultation room than let his patients wait for him.

Only those young doctors in their forties and fifties would think that cutting down on treatment time for each individual patient so that they could treat more patients was the correct way to do so.

When he got older, he knew cutting down on the individual consultation time would bring himself into more trouble, make him offend more people, and affect doctor-patient relationship.

No patient would care about how many patients you treated per day or how many extra patients you consulted over your quota on that day. Even if the patient himself benefited from the consultation, he would not really care about the number of patients the doctor treated.

The patients only knew one thing for sure, if you were hasty in your treatment and reduced their consultation time, increased their waiting time, and lowered the chances for them to be treated…

Cao Lu sat in a wheelchair and was pushed in by her son.

”Coming.” Academician Zhu put down the book in his hand when he heard the door opening.

”Academician Zhu.” Cao Lu immediately greeted.

Her son, her attending physician who accompanied her, and the resident doctor in charge of her stood behind her.

A ward round by a normal chief physician and the treatment by Academician Zhu were obviously two different concepts.