The 17-year-old boy's idle father frowned, as if he wanted to say something.
But the 17-year-old boy, with nothing better to do, interrupted him directly, sneering, "Spare you? Why should I? If I hadn't discovered it, who knows what would have happened if you had switched my dad's medicine with this junk!"
He gets angry when this is mentioned.
If we hadn't had the host's guidance today, we could easily imagine how serious the consequences would have been.
At this moment, the nurses and doctors on duty heard the commotion in the ward and rushed over.
When they saw the person being held down on the hospital bed, they said, "What happened? Fighting is not allowed in the hospital."
"You still have the nerve to ask me what happened? There was almost a medical accident here. He actually tried to switch my father's medication." The 17-year-old boy's face was terribly gloomy.
The thought of his father almost having his medicine switched fills him with lingering fear.
He couldn't even imagine what would happen to his father if the medication was changed.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but harden his fists again.
The doctor and nurse looked at each other, and the doctor's face paled.
If this person really switched their medicine and reported them, they'll be in deep trouble.
“Our hospital usually only administers IV drips when a patient's family member is present. We only gave it to you because your mother was still there…”
"Don't try to shift the blame onto me. Just tell me how this should be handled," the 17-year-old boy said idly, staring at the doctor and nurse.
He knew he shouldn't take his anger out on the doctors and nurses; after all, with so many patients, it was understandable that they couldn't take care of everyone. But he still couldn't shake the fear and dread in his heart.
Nobody wants to wake up one day to find their medicine switched and die without knowing why.
“Leave this to us; he’s broken the law,” the doctor said immediately, his face darkening, and then called the resident police officer.
The police arrived quickly and arrested the person who had changed the dressing for the 17-year-old boy's idle father.
When the person who switched the medicine was arrested, he shouted that he would never dare to do it again.
Tell them to let him go.
But nobody paid any attention to him.
The person was arrested very quickly.
The doctor also apologized to the 17-year-old for doing nothing, and the matter was peacefully resolved because the 17-year-old's father, who was also doing nothing, preferred to avoid trouble.
After the incident was resolved, the 17-year-old boy, with nothing to do, faced Zhang Tianle's camera again and said, "Master, thank you!"
As he said this, he bowed deeply to Zhang Tianle.
If Zhang Tianle hadn't intervened this time, his father would definitely have been in trouble.
They switched the medicine, and it was some kind of unknown liquid. If this were injected into his father's body, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"If you want to thank me, then learn medicine from your grandfather and treat more people in the future." Zhang Tianle looked deeply at the 17-year-old boy who was doing nothing through the camera.
He saw his birth chart.
He was taken home by his grandfather fifteen years after his father died, but his grandfather was already very old by then.
He only taught him for three years before passing away, but during those three years, he furthered his studies by reading the medical books left by his grandfather and became a renowned doctor.
The most regrettable thing is that later, because his rivals were dissatisfied with him, they reported him after learning that he did not have a medical license, and he later died in depression.
A good doctor can treat the illnesses of too many people, freeing many from the torment of disease, and treating many difficult-to-treat diseases.
He is a good traditional Chinese medicine doctor.
And he is a very skilled traditional Chinese medicine practitioner.
"Okay." The 17-year-old boy was stunned for a moment, and although he didn't know what the streamer meant, he still agreed.
"Remember to take the medical licensing exam," Zhang Tianle reminded him.
“Okay!” The 17-year-old boy nodded again, seemingly having nothing better to do.
Although he wasn't a big fan of reading, the master must have had his reasons for giving such guidance.
Moreover, he's the kind of person who always keeps his promises.
Zhang Tianle looked at his face, and after he agreed, his expression changed.
Then he smiled.
Just then, an elderly man in his sixties appeared in the ward.
Behind the old man, there were five or six other people hurrying to catch up with him.
As soon as the old man entered, his gaze fell on the father of the 17-year-old boy who was lying on the hospital bed, coughing softly, with nothing to do.
He choked back tears and called out, "Gangzi!"
The 17-year-old boy's father, who had nothing to do, stared blankly at the excited old man in front of him.
Who is this old man?
Who are you calling Gangzi?
Could it be that it came from the mental hospital next door?
For a moment, his expression was somewhat evasive, even fearful.
The elderly man, a master of traditional Chinese medicine, immediately noticed his beloved son's expression and understood his thoughts.
he:"……"
This son is probably ruined.
But remembering his loss of composure, he coughed, restrained his agitated expression, and walked toward the bedside of the 17-year-old boy's idle father.
But before he could get close, he was stopped by his idle 17-year-old brother: "Don't go over there."
He also suspected that the old man was somewhat mentally unstable.
The 17-year-old boy, having nothing to do, thought of what Zhang Tianle had just said.
So at this moment, he looked at the old man with a complicated expression.
He was most likely the grandfather he picked up along the way.
“I am his father. He is my son, and you are my grandson? Sigh, you're all grown up now…”
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