Chapter 22
Zhou Wangchuan helped Shang Mu to the clinic. In just a dozen steps, Shang Mu's face turned paler, his lips were tightly pursed, and cold sweat was sliding down his forehead.
"Baby, lie down, I'll check you carefully." Zhou Wangchuan said.
Shang Mu shook his head and said softly, "Finish calling out the rest of your numbers first. I want to talk to you alone."
Zhou Wangchuan looked at him disapprovingly: "But you feel very uncomfortable."
"It's okay, go quickly."
After he said that, Zhou Wangchuan had no choice but to bring a chair for him to sit on and poured him some hot water. Then he called the remaining two numbers.
Both patients suffered from common chronic diseases. After a round of examination, Zhou Wangchuan quickly prescribed medicine.
Shang Mu sat right behind Zhou Wangchuan. At first, he drank hot water from a paper cup in small sips. Later, the pain became unbearable. He bent over with his wrist against his stomach, put his forehead on Zhou Wangchuan's back, lowered his head and leaned back without moving.
Zhou Wangchuan noticed his restlessness, reached out his hand while writing the prescription, and pinched his thigh soothingly. Shang Mu wrapped his fingers around one of his.
Seeing the two of them acting so close, the patient asked casually, "What's wrong, handsome boy? Are you sick?"
Zhou Wangchuan handed over the prescription, stroked Shang Mu's hair, and said, "This is my relative. He's feeling a little unwell. I'll take him home later."
The patient smiled and said, "This is my first time meeting Dr. Zhou's family member. Is it your younger brother?"
Shang Mu felt so uncomfortable that he didn't want to move. He just rubbed Zhou Wangchuan's back with his forehead and then hugged his waist from behind.
The patient smiled and said, "Doctor Zhou, your brother is very attached to you."
Zhou Wangchuan held Shang Mu's hand soothingly and said to the patient, "Okay, take the bill to pay and get the medicine. Take the medicine on time for a week and come back for a checkup."
The patient thanked me, took the list and left.
Zhou Wangchuan stood up and closed the door of the clinic. He took off his white coat and put it on the examination bed. He said to Shang Mu, "Baby, come here and lie down."
After Shang Mu lay down, Zhou Wangchuan held the stethoscope probe and covered it to stop it from freezing. He then undid Shang Mu's clothes and, through a layer of clothing, pressed the probe against his abdomen. After listening for a dozen seconds, he changed positions and listened for a while longer.
"Did you hear anything?" Shang Mu asked weakly.
Zhou Wangchuan pressed several spots on his stomach and asked him if it hurt. He then asked about his recent diet and sleep schedule.
Shang Mu answered them one by one very obediently.
Zhou Wangchuan finally asked: "Have you had any recent..."
"No." As if knowing what he wanted to ask, Shang Mu quickly interrupted him, paused and said, "No abuse." The emptiness and discomfort after each practice were the most unbearable for him, and he could not bear it alone.
After Zhou Wangchuan understood the situation, he frowned slightly, as if thinking about something.
Shang Mu pulled his hand and said, "Rub your stomach. It hurts."
Zhou Wangchuan sat down beside the bed and gently massaged his abdomen. The doctor's hands were warm and strong, touching several acupuncture points. He then increased the pressure and rubbed the area of his stomach where the pain was most severe, moving in circular motions.
He had been feeling unwell for several days, often waking up in pain in the middle of the night. Finally, he received gentle care today. Shang Mu's eyes gradually turned red, but he forced himself to open them wide, holding back the tears, and whispered, "...I'm sorry."
Zhou Wangchuan looked at him deeply and said, "Then go get a gastroscopy. Let's not talk about the past anymore."
Shang Mu bit his lip and stared at him with obvious resistance.
Zhou Wangchuan said, "Be obedient. I haven't been with you for a while, so I haven't been able to understand your physical condition in real time. Scientific examination results are needed to assist in the diagnosis."
Shang Mu looked at him for a while, lowered his head in frustration, and let out a muffled "oh".
Zhou Wangchuan touched his hair and said softly, "Be good, it's okay, I'm here."
"Rub it again." Shang Mu wanted to stay a little longer, so he held Zhou Wangchuan's wrist and said in a soft voice, "I've been feeling uncomfortable lately."
"Okay." Zhou Wangchuan asked again, "When did you first start feeling unwell?"
Shang Mu sniffed and said in a muffled voice, "Since you left."
Zhou Wangchuan paused rubbing his belly, gently stroked his lips with his fingertips, and leaned over to give him a kiss.
After writing the prescription, Zhou Wangchuan brought Shang Mu to the gastroscopy room. The nurse had already received the notice and prepared the equipment. She was quite surprised to see him personally bringing the patient in.
The nurse jokingly asked, "This is the first time I've seen Director Zhou accompanying me personally. Is he a friend?"
Zhou Wangchuan smiled and said, "Family members."
He helped Shang Mu lie down on the bed. The nurse skillfully plugged in the instrument and completed the examination. During the whole process, Shang Mu held Zhou Wangchuan's hand tightly.
After the gastroscopy, Shang Mu's face was as pale as paper, and his whole body was sweaty as if he had been fished out of the lake. He was shaking like a sieve, and he lay limp in Zhou Wangchuan's arms, crying out in pain.
The nurse was just about to ask if such a handsome boy had a girlfriend when she saw Zhou Wangchuan turn his head and kiss the person in his arms, coaxing her gently in a low voice.
Nurse: “…” Okay, so the “family member” is that “family member”.
After Shang Mu recovered a bit, Zhou Wangchuan helped him back to the office to rest. The results of the gastroscopy had been sent in, and Zhou Wangchuan frowned slightly as he read them.
Combining palpation, auscultation, and pulse diagnosis, Zhou Wangchuan concluded that Shang Mu was suffering from neurogenic gastritis and a mild gastric ulcer. Neurogenic gastritis is emotionally related and difficult to treat.
Seeing him staring at the film and frowning, Shang Mu felt like he was back in the school hospital six years ago. He asked nervously, "What's wrong?"
Zhou Wangchuan glanced at him, shook his head, and sighed.
Shang Mu widened his eyes slightly and stared at him.
"Classmate, this is a bit serious." Zhou Wangchuan sighed again in a pretentious manner. He put down the film, and a familiar yet unfamiliar playful smile appeared on his face.
Shang Mu felt a wave of trance upon hearing his words, as if he had returned to that early summer night six years ago. He had sat in his hospital bed, bored and listening to the doctor-patient conversation, listening to the hateful senior fooling one innocent classmate after another.
Her long black eyelashes trembled, and then tears rolled down one after another, falling on the back of her hand in big drops.
Zhou Wangchuan gently wiped away his tears: "But, as long as you listen to what you say, accept the loving lunches and dinners you prepare, and talk to you about love often, I guarantee you'll be able to recover."
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