Chapter 22 Medical Dispute

"Mr. Cheng, please calm down."

The doctor pried his hands apart and explained helplessly, "Your wife was already in the advanced stage of heart failure before the operation. The success of the operation does not mean that her heart will be restored to health."

"In the middle and late stages of heart failure, there is a risk of passing away at any time."

The doctor's explanation did not calm the man down, but instead aroused his anger. He gritted his teeth and glared at the doctor: "You mean, it doesn't matter whether I have the surgery or not? Then why did the hospital recommend the surgery? You only care about making money and don't care about the patient's life or death!"

The doctor was stunned: "Mr. Cheng, I think you misunderstood. Our hospital..."

"That's enough!" the man angrily interrupted the doctor. "Although my wife has heart disease, she has been taking medicine consistently over the years and has been very stable. It was your hospital that recommended surgery, which killed her!"

"If she hadn't had the surgery, she would definitely be fine now!"

"You killed my wife, you killed my wife!"

As the man spoke, hatred appeared in his eyes and he swung his fist at the doctor in front of him.

The doctor quickly dodged, but was still punched in the face by him.

The furious man grabbed his collar and continued to punch him, shouting, "You doctors are all bad people. You are all black-hearted and only care about making money. You don't care about the lives of patients!"

"I'll beat you to death, I'll beat you to death, you black-hearted bastard!"

At this time, other medical staff came out of the operating room one after another.

Seeing the doctor being beaten, he quickly stepped forward to stop the man and called the hospital security personnel to come and take the man away.

The security personnel arrived quickly.

When the man was taken away, he was still very emotional. He tried to break free from the security guards several times and kept yelling, "Black-hearted people, quacks, you will get your comeuppance. You quacks will definitely get your comeuppance!"

A little after two in the afternoon.

As soon as Director Chen arrived at the hospital, he heard about the medical dispute that happened at noon.

In the dean's office.

The doctor who was beaten said solemnly, "Director, that Cheng Lianjie seems to believe that you killed his wife. He said that you didn't perform the operation properly, which caused his wife to have a sudden heart attack and die."

"When he left the hospital, he was very emotional and kept saying things like he would get justice for his wife."

"You shouldn't have suggested the surgery in the first place. You helped his wife extend her life by a month out of kindness, but you didn't get any gratitude at all. Now you are being called a quack and accused of not caring about his wife's life or death just to make money."

The young doctor became more and more indignant as he spoke.

A month ago, Cheng Lianjie's wife fainted due to heart failure and was admitted to the hospital. According to the situation at the time, if she did not undergo surgery, she could only survive for three to five days at most.

The hospital clearly helped prolong his wife's life.

Now he is described as a quack doctor who harms people.

Their doctors are terrible.

I work so hard all day long, but my patients still don't understand me.

Dean Chen unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of the freshly brewed wolfberry and jujube tea. Suddenly, his hand shook and some of the tea in the cup splashed out, wetting the medical record on the table.

His face turned pale instantly.

The young doctor saw that he looked abnormal, and asked with concern: "Director, what's wrong with you?"

Dean Chen stared at the wet medical record with a pale face. After a while, he looked up at the young doctor and asked in a trembling voice, "Is Lin Yinglian dead?"