Chapter 103 Wen Han was somewhat taken aback by being called "Doctor"...
Wen Han wasn't the only one at the hospital; senior students who were there for internships also came. Wen Han didn't come with them because she had to do military training.
Wen Han sensed something was wrong: "System, they all look so haggard."
"Maybe I was working too hard."
Upon seeing the newcomer, a freshman, the group of upperclassmen became interested. Before the lunch break was over, after Dr. Wang left, they began chattering about Wen Han's condition.
"We're planning to get some coffee this afternoon, do you want some?" the senior asked. "I have a strange feeling that today is going to be very busy."
"Wednesday was okay, but why are there so many people on Monday?"
"How about we go to the temple this weekend to pray and get a talisman?"
Wen Han said, "Are you ordering coffee because you're staying late? I have class tomorrow morning."
"Won't you get sleepy at noon?" the senior student asked generously. "Go ahead and order. We have plenty of points; it would be a waste not to use them."
Wen Han casually ordered a latte.
While waiting for the takeout to arrive, Wen Han listened to them complain bitterly about which patient was strange and which teaching assistant was petty and didn't take the students seriously. Wen Han felt uneasy listening to them, but fortunately, Dr. Wang seemed to be very easy to talk to.
Before he could even sip his coffee, Dr. Wang called Wen Han away.
Although I was just here for an internship, I still wore a white lab coat.
"I was originally going to have you go to the AO emergency room," Dr. Wang said. "However, since the suppression patch came out, the number of cases where people suddenly fall into heat while out in public has decreased significantly."
Wen Han's alarm went off. Was he about to lose his job?
"You can't have those kinds of standard surgeries for now. Go check with the different departments and see if there's anything you can do to help."
Outside the consultation rooms of various departments, there were many patients queuing up and waiting for their numbers to be called. When Wen Han passed by them, she noticed that some of them had pheromones that were noticeably different from those of normal people.
He looked up; it was the oncology department.
Dr. Wang said, "Since your ability is to judge patients' symptoms based on pheromones, go to the emergency department first. They should have all kinds of patients there."
Wen Han nodded, but when he arrived at the emergency department, he was stunned. There was a long line of people outside, including men, women, young and old.
After finally squeezing in, Wen Han could only huddle in a corner of the desk, the entire room crowded with patients' family members.
When Wen Han comes to see patients with a legitimate purpose, especially Alphas and Omegas, she can take notes based on their pheromone levels and the doctor's diagnosis. As for some outrageous patients, such as those who break their hands in a fight, Wen Han can only wait for the next one.
In the long queue was a middle-aged man who said he had been having trouble breathing lately, waking up at night with a persistent cough. He had initially thought it was just a stubborn cold, but it hadn't gotten better for months, and recently he had even started experiencing knee pain.
The doctor frowned, about to ask about the specific situation, when Wen Han whispered, "Could you take off the patch?"
The other person was stunned: "What's wrong?"
The doctor turned his head, and Wen Han explained, "I just passed by the oncology department, and the patient waiting for his appointment smelled a bit like him."
A strange, disordered feeling.
The patient didn't hear clearly. Wen Han saw his puzzled expression and was about to explain when the doctor stopped her with a look.
Finally, the doctor asked the patient to get a lung CT scan.
The CT results would take a long time to come out, so Wen Han continued to stay in the emergency room to check on the patients.
He discovered that the easiest identifiable pheromones were those of depressed patients; he could spot them instantly by smelling them.
The patient who just had a lung CT scan is back. The doctor glanced at him briefly and told him to go to the thoracic surgery department.
After the patient left, the doctor sighed, and Wen Han asked, "What happened to him?"
"Your nose is quite sensitive," the doctor said. "The CT scan most likely shows lung cancer, but fortunately it's in the early stages."
The doctor made a phone call and then told Wen Han to go see Dr. An in the oncology department.
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"You're Wen Han, right?" Dr. An looked very busy, typing something on the computer while looking at the medical records. "There's a chair over there, take one and sit down."
“I’m a Beta, so I can’t sense anything,” Dr. An said. “If you do sense anything, never say it in front of the patients. Wait until they’ve left, understand?”
Wen Han nodded. He didn't really understand why they had to do this, since the patient would find out sooner or later anyway.
Unexpectedly, there were quite a few patients in the oncology department. Although Wen Qingke had mentioned that someone's relative had cancer, Wen Han had always thought that cancer was a very, very small probability.
The more patients Wen Han saw, the more accurate his judgment became. He could even guess whether a patient was in the early or late stage based on the degree of pheromone disturbance.
His buttocks ached from sitting for so long. He glanced at the alarm clock next to him and realized that more than two hours had passed without him drinking a drop of water.
Dr. An seemed to notice Wen Han's absent-mindedness and smiled, "Are you tired? Go for a walk."
Wen Han is a freshman, and she only came to find out which major suits her best. So she didn't have any high expectations for Wen Han, since it was just a consultation, not taking care of patients.
In the corridor of the oncology department, Wen Han saw the senior from earlier, who greeted her in return.
Wen Han asked, "What are you busy with every day?"
"Take blood pressure, change the water," the senior student said. "It's alright, we're just interns, we don't have as much work as the resident trainees. Their requirements are much stricter than ours, and we often get scolded."
"Then why do you look so tired?"
"Of course I'm tired from running around every day." The senior glanced at him. "You're a freshman, you haven't learned much yet, how could you be busy?"
Too.
"Sigh, the main problem is the mental pressure." After resting for a while, the senior went back. "Let's go."
Even though I'm a freshman, I can't just coast through life. I was specially admitted, so I have to prove my worth.
Wen Han glanced at her phone; she'd been out for five minutes. She should go back.
He went to the water dispenser, drank some water, and was about to leave when an old man standing nearby called out to him, "Doctor, could you take a look at this? What does this foreign language mean?"
Wen Han was still wearing his intern badge around his neck, but the old man clearly didn't recognize him, mistaking him for a very young doctor.
Being called "doctor" made Wen Han feel a little guilty, but also a strange and wonderful sense of vanity. He pressed down on the corner of his mouth; he should be able to understand English, and if all else failed, he could ask the system: "Grandpa, what word is that? Let me see."
The other person pointed to his report; his old, sallow fingers were covered in wrinkles, and there was still dirt and grime under his fingernails that he couldn't wash off.
Wen Han didn't know the first word, "bladder," but he had learned the second word in high school.
cancer.
Wen Han held the report without speaking. The old man said with a headache, "The doctor told me to take a picture and show it to my child first. My son works for a big company and is usually so busy that he doesn't even have time to eat. It wouldn't be good to bother him..."
The system just checked, and this old man has bladder cancer.
Putting surgery aside, with the child not around, even getting medicine would be difficult. Wen Han knew the doctor hadn't told him directly, which meant the condition was definitely not optimistic, and they wanted to avoid affecting the patient's mood.
"Grandpa, did you bring your phone?" Wen Han hesitated for a moment before asking, "It's hard to explain in one sentence, so I'll just talk to your child directly."
"Okay." The other party took out an old-fashioned mobile phone, and Wen Han had to scroll through it for a while before finding the other party's son's call history.
"Please sit there first," Wen Han said. "I'll go talk to him at the stairwell."
Wen Han hid next to the trash can at the elevator entrance, making sure the old man didn't follow her, before dialing the other party's number.
"Hello?" After a while, the call finally connected. Wen Han said, "Hello, are you a family member of Mr. Qi Hushan? Yes, I'm from Linjin First Hospital..."
There was silence on the other end. Wen Han rambled on for a while, then said, "You'd better come back as soon as possible. The old man probably doesn't understand healing techniques—"
The other person interrupted him directly: "Is it in the late stage?"
“Uh, no,” Wen Han advised, “So there’s still a chance for surgery, it’s definitely better to get treatment as soon as possible.”
The sound of an impatient hiss and the slamming of the mouse on the table made Wen Han uneasy: "You're so busy at work, never mind, I understand. Give the phone back to him and tell him to sit there and wait."
The call was abruptly cut off, so Wen Han had no choice but to hand the phone back to the old man: "Your family should be here soon, so please sit down and wait for a while."
"Okay," the old man nodded. "Thank you for your help, doctor."
Wen Han didn't dare say anything more and hurriedly returned to Dr. An's room.
"You've gone out for some fresh air?" Dr. An looked at Wen Han's notes. "Hey, you could be a CT scanner, your diagnoses are pretty accurate."
Wen Han quietly hid by the door and peeked out. The old man was sitting in a conspicuous spot in the passageway. There was an old gray-green cloth bag on the ground. He took out a plastic bag from the cloth bag, which should have contained some kind of rolled-up pancake, and slowly started eating it.
The food at the hospital isn't cheap, so it's normal for people to bring their own food. Wen Han hoped that the elderly person was just being frugal, and that it wasn't that they were short of money.
Wen Han didn't get to see patients for long because more patients came in soon, so he sat back down behind the table.
When he finally had a break, another hour and a half had passed. Dr. An finished work at 5:30 pm. Seeing that Wen Han had written several pages of notes, she smiled and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to have dinner and help you get familiar with where the cafeteria is."
Wen Han packed his things and went out. The patients outside knew that the doctor had finished get off work and had all gone to have dinner. They said they would come back tomorrow if necessary.
Only the old man remained seated in that chair, waiting for his son to arrive.
The lights in the department were all off. Wen Han regretted it a little and wished she had let him go home first: "Grandpa, we've already finished get off work. Please come back with your family tomorrow."
"Oh," Grandpa said, "I'll wait a little longer; he hasn't called me yet."
Dr. An patted Wen Han on the shoulder: "Let's go."
"There's nothing we can do." Once we got to the elevator, Dr. An said, "Not every family can afford the treatment costs, especially for cancer. Even if you spend hundreds of thousands, it could very well be a waste of money."
Even without Dr. An saying anything, Wen Han was already very familiar with it. Cancer could directly turn a family that was originally quite well-off into one that not only failed to cure the disease but also incurred a lot of debt and had to move into a tenement building.
"However, even if the treatment costs are high, as long as it's still treatable, the family will choose to continue treatment." Dr. An sighed. "You'll get used to it after seeing it so many times; you can't help but adapt."
The hospital where they did their internships was pretty good; the interns didn't need to order takeout. After all, many of the doctors and department heads were graduates of Linjin University, so they took good care of them.
Dr. Wang looked worried, clearly under a lot of work pressure today. But as soon as he entered the cafeteria, he started joking around with his colleagues.
He also inquired about Wen Han's condition, asking Dr. An, "How was the student's diagnosis?"
"You could become a CT scanner."
"Haha," Dr. Wang laughed, "That's good. In that case, let him train under you from now on."
Dr. An smiled and didn't say much: "Let's wait and see. It's only the first day, no rush."
Wen Han felt uneasy after hearing her words. Did she think he was inadequate or something else?
After receiving his tray, the senior waved to him, and Wen Han sat down.
"How did it go? Was it successful?"
Wen Han said, "It seems alright."
The other person smiled, but Wen Han couldn't understand the emotion in his eyes.
He took a sip of soup, and the senior student suddenly said, "Anyway, according to the teacher, you can still choose a specific major, right?"
"Um."
"Dr. An is right. You should observe for a while longer and not make a decision so quickly. Choosing what suits you best is the most important thing."
Wen Han asked cautiously, "When you chose your majors, didn't you look at which one paid the most?"
Wen Han didn't mind if things were tough, as long as the salary was high.
Hearing this, the senior gave Wen Han his Yakult: "You'll understand if you stay a few more days."
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