Chapter 139 Onset of Illness
"Dr. Chen! I'm begging you! Jianguo was delirious just now, talking nonsense! He didn't mean it that way! But it's a matter of life and death! Please, don't hold a grudge, go and see him! I'm begging you! I really am begging you!"
As she was about to kneel down, Dr. Chen stopped her.
"Oh dear, no, that won't do!"
Yang Juanhua chimed in from the side, looking anxious.
"Yes, Dr. Chen, please take a look at him as an act of kindness, don't hold it against the patient. After all, he's a life!"
Dr. Chen sighed, his gaze sweeping over Lu Weidong, who was struggling in pain on the ground, and then looking at Zhou Wenjuan, who was crying on the verge of collapse.
In the end, I still couldn't bring myself to walk away.
No matter how heartbroken or disgusted she was, she was still a doctor.
From the day I put on the white coat, that identity was etched into my bones.
She walked over slowly and squatted down.
Where does it hurt?
Lu Weidong covered his lower body tightly with both hands, his face flushed red, his lips trembling, and he refused to say a word.
"Oh, Brother Jianguo!"
Zhou Wenjuan was so anxious that she kept stamping her feet.
"At a time like this, you still care about saving face? You're about to die! Tell Dr. Chen, what's wrong with you?!"
Lu Weidong gritted his teeth, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead.
He just hummed and moaned there, his voice low and hoarse.
"Hey! Say it!"
Dr. Chen frowned, took a step forward, and spoke urgently.
"How am I supposed to investigate if you don't tell me? I'm not a mind reader! I'm in a hurry to get home for dinner!"
He glanced at the sky; the sun was already setting. If he didn't leave soon, he wouldn't be able to get back to the clinic before dark.
Lu Weidong remained silent, his head hanging even lower.
He only glanced at Dr. Chen furtively, rolling his eyes.
He then quickly lowered his head and continued humming, the sound drawn out for a long time.
Looking at his father's uncomfortable and awkward expression, Lu Zhonghe suddenly had a flash of inspiration and slapped his thigh.
"Dr. Chen! I remember now! Last night I dreamt that I used a slingshot to hit my dad in his usual spot! Right on his buttocks! I think there's something wrong there!"
He became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice even rose a few decibels.
"hiss!"
Upon hearing this, Lu Weidong almost choked on his breath, his eyes widening in shock.
He raised his hand to hit his son, but pulled it back halfway due to the excruciating pain, gasping for breath.
Seeing that Lu Weidong was still silent, trembling in pain but refusing to speak.
Dr. Chen raised an eyebrow, his eyes sharpening.
"Alright, stop pretending! Unzip your pants and let me see where it hurts! Don't wait until something serious happens to regret it!"
Upon hearing that he was to take off his pants, Lu Weidong reacted as if he had been burned. He gripped his waistband tightly with both hands, took two steps back, and shouted loudly.
"You're dreaming! How could I just take my pants off and let people see them like that? That's outrageous! I'm an elder!"
Dr. Chen almost burst out laughing. He quickly covered his mouth and tried to suppress his laughter, but the corners of his mouth still couldn't help but turn up.
"Wake up! Who do you think you are? Everyone in the village has seen you shirtless while showering in the river. Now you're all acting all high and mighty?"
"Are you afraid I'll see?"
Dr. Chen sneered and put his hands on his hips.
"I'm afraid I'll get eye sores if I see you! Do you think I'd scare you with your skin? Last night you were naked and wandered around the village entrance, half the village saw you! Now you're acting all coy?"
Lu Weidong was either in pain or furious; his face turned bright red, and the veins on his neck bulged.
His lips trembled; he wanted to curse but dared not raise his voice, so he could only mutter under his breath.
"You...you're insulting me! I...I'm not sick!"
"Hurry up and see!"
Dr. Chen impatiently pulled out his stethoscope and slammed it on the table, his voice harsh.
"If you're not going to watch, I'm going home for dinner, okay? I have a bunch of patients waiting for me, I don't have time to play along with your act!"
When Lu Weidong heard that he was really leaving, he panicked.
But he still gripped his belt tightly, refusing to loosen his grip even slightly.
He gritted his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his forehead and down his temples.
Dr. Chen shrugged, looking helpless, and muttered something under his breath.
"This is really troublesome."
She was too lazy to persuade her anymore and turned to leave.
The soles of the shoes made a "scratching" sound as they scraped against the ground.
"Dr. Chen, don't go!"
Zhou Wenjuan's voice trembled.
"Zhonghe, Zhongping, quick! Quickly grab your dad! Mom will take his pants off so Dr. Chen can take a look!"
She shouted as she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Seeing Lu Weidong's pained and contorted appearance, Zhou Wenjuan felt her heart pounding.
She knew she couldn't delay any longer; if she did, she might lose her life.
It would take at least an hour to get to the town's health center now, and even longer if you were carrying someone on a mountain path.
The journey is bumpy, and if someone is seriously ill, they might not make it to the hospital in time.
She will never forget what happened back then.
Her short-lived husband always had stomach aches in the middle of the night.
At first, they said it was a small matter and that he could just bear it, but before they even reached the town, he died on the stretcher.
It rained heavily that day, and the muddy road was so slippery that the stretcher bearers fell twice.
She cried and screamed beside them, but no one listened.
This matter had long been ingrained in her mind.
The thought of it terrifies her; she fears that this scene will repeat itself.
"Okay, Mom, let's hold Dad down!"
The two brothers answered crisply and decisively.
When they called out "Mom," the initial awkwardness in their voices had disappeared.
Dr. Chen stood at the door. Upon hearing the word "Mom," her brow twitched slightly, and she unconsciously glanced at Zhou Wenjuan out of the corner of her eye.
He rolled his eyes, muttered something under his breath, and finally stopped walking instead of turning around and leaving immediately.
"No! Don't take it off! I don't want to see!"
Lu Weidong roared loudly, waving his hands wildly and kicking his legs desperately.
His face turned bright red, veins bulged on his forehead, and blood vessels in his neck stood out.
Zhonghe held down one of his arms tightly, while Zhongping straddled his waist, pressing his knee against his abdomen.
No matter how much he twisted and struggled, he couldn't break free of the restraints.
In the end, he could only close his eyes and admit it with a face full of humiliation.
He dared not open his eyes or speak, only letting out low sobs.
Zhou Wenjuan moved swiftly and ripped open Lu Weidong's pants.
She squatted down, hooked her finger, and the waistband of her pants loosened.
Then, with a forceful tug, he pulled the underwear down to his knees.
The whole process was swift and decisive, without any hesitation.
Apart from Lu Shuixian quickly turning her head away, her cheeks flushed, not daring to look any longer.
Everyone else stared at it for a moment, then gasped and their expressions changed drastically.
"hiss--"
It's unclear who uttered that exclamation first.
"This thing... I'm afraid it can't be saved."
Dr. Chen originally just wanted to take a quick look and get a general idea of the situation.
He only glanced at it before abruptly turning his head away, his face showing an expression of unbearable disapproval.
In medicine, once this symptom appears, it is generally considered irreversible.
I heard he was beaten last night, and it's already noon.
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