When the Doctor Uses A Hack

Chapter 362: 363: The Greater the Pressure, The Bigger the Temper

Chapter 362: Chapter 363: The Greater the Pressure, The Bigger the Temper

On Monday morning, Chen Cang felt a different mood than usual; it was the first time he had felt such an urgency to get to his shift in the emergency room.

He took out his cellphone and, looking at the sweet messages exchanged with Qin Yue, felt as though they were from another day.

Especially when he saw the first message Qin Yue had sent him, his heart couldn’t help but warm up.

“Little thief, you belong to me now, remember to stay pure!”

Seeing this message, Chen Cang couldn’t help but want to laugh.

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The emergency room at seven in the morning was as busy as a marketplace.

Monday morning marked the start of a city’s hustle, be it the congested roads or the packed public transport.

Even the emergency department of the second provincial hospital was extremely busy at this time.

People who are in a rush to get to work are more likely to have minor incidents, with more bumps and bruises happening.

Wang Yong was spread too thin, and there were already seven or eight people lined up for the emergency room; the internal medicine section was also swamped.

The arrival of Chen Cang allowed everyone to breathe a sigh of relief.

Even the nurses looked at Chen Cang as if he were a savior.

“Doctor Chen, you’ve arrived!” Xiaolin, who hadn’t finished her night shift, hurriedly greeted him when she saw Chen Cang, “There are a few patients over here who need a diagnosis.”

Chen Cang put his phone into his pocket, changed into his white coat in the changing room, and started his daily work.

[Ding! Daily task triggered, successfully diagnose 10 patients, and receive a lucky bag.]

Chen Cang casually accepted the task and moved aside.

Although it was just an ordinary daily task, Chen Cang always felt it was different from usual. Diagnosing ten patients wasn’t difficult, was it?

Was he overthinking it?

In the midst of talking, Chen Cang led the patients to the consultation room, already preparing with patience.

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Wu Yushu was fifty-two this year, with elderly parents above and young children below, and in between had a wife going through menopause.

They say a man understands his destiny at fifty, but Wu Yushu didn’t quite understand this saying.

At fifty, he didn’t dare comprehend his life’s fate, for the pressures were too great.

His mother, in her eighties, had just undergone surgery, which cost a significant amount of money, and now it was time for his son to get married.

They had just bought a marriage house, priced at over three million, with a down payment of one million, draining Wu’s savings accumulated over many years.

Having bought a home, it needed to be furnished, a betrothal gift for the wedding had to be given, and preparations for the wedding feast and celebrations all required money—it was a never-ending cycle.

Wu Yushu was overwhelmed!

He was morose all day long.

If a person is under too much pressure, they easily become sullen, irritable, anxious, and short-tempered.

Wu Yushu was just like this; he was a minor official in his unit, but his stern face meant no one gave him words of kindness. Even at home, his wife and son didn’t dare say much upon seeing Wu Yushu’s demeanor.

His wife felt the same; she wanted to say something but feared making him angry, knowing that it would inevitably lead to an argument.

Gradually, communication in the family dwindled.

Sons buying houses, old people carrying mortgages somehow became mainstream in society. Although Wu was unwilling, after some thought, he bore it. After all, it’s just a little more toil for a man, he thought.

This morning, when he woke up, he suddenly felt an unbearable restlessness!

His chest felt tight and he struggled to breathe, with a faint pain in the chest as well.

Once he sat up, breathing felt a bit smoother, but as soon as he lay down, the discomfort was unbearable.

Wu Yushu, who initially wanted to lie down a bit longer, quickly got up.

Maybe it was because of the recent stress or smoking too much?

His wife also noticed Wu Yushu’s discomfort and asked in a hurry, “What’s the matter? Old Wu, are you feeling ill?”

Wu Yushu touched his chest, hesitating, “I feel a stifling discomfort in my chest, and I can’t quite figure out what’s wrong. It just feels hard to breathe, and it gets better when I sit up, but when I lie down, it’s suffocating!”

Feeling distressed but unable to stop herself due to long-held habits, his wife scolded, “Who asked you to smoke, smoking so much every day, no wonder you feel unwell!”

Upon hearing this, Wu Yushu didn’t say much; maybe he had been smoking too much recently?!

He should smoke less from now on.

Wu Yushu could understand his wife’s scolding.

Wu Yushu also had some understanding of his physical condition; it wasn’t a matter of just one or two days, as these symptoms flared up from time to time but would slowly get better after a few months.

So, Wu Yushu didn’t take it too seriously.

At breakfast, Wu Yushu had no appetite, feeling tired and fatigued recently with a bloated stomach that failed to digest properly.

Wu Yushu couldn’t help but sigh, at fifty, life was indeed going downhill.

Each day worse than the last.

He wanted to rest but couldn’t, the burdens he shouldered hadn’t lightened at all.

He would pass by the Second Provincial Hospital later to see what was wrong, and if necessary, buy some medicine.

With that thought, Wu Yushu couldn’t care less about his breakfast and hurriedly dressed, grabbed his bag, and left the house. When he passed by the Second Provincial Hospital, he registered for an emergency appointment to check if his gastric motility was insufficient or if it was chronic bronchitis rearing up again?

While Wu Yushu was waiting in line, an old man in his seventies or eighties joined him, looking spry with white hair and a youthful complexion, wearing a tracksuit, lean and in high spirits, with bright eyes and a steady walk.

This impressed Wu Yushu, and he couldn’t help but feel envious.

Touching his own belly, Wu Yushu sighed once more.

Ah…

Wouldn’t it be nice to have this much energy at seventy or eighty?

Just two more years of hard work and then retire!

As soon as this thought entered his mind, Wu Yushu quickly shook his head; he couldn’t retire yet with millions in mortgage debt on his shoulders!

At the thought, Wu Yushu’s breathing quickened once more.

He couldn’t help but cough a couple of times.

At this time, the elder sat next to Wu Yushu, frowning slightly as he observed him but didn’t say anything.

Now curious, Wu Yushu didn’t ask further but instead spoke tiredly with a smile, “Old sir, you’re in such good health.”

The elder nodded slightly, hesitated for a moment, “At my age, I need to look after my health, and so do you.”

Wu Yushu nodded, “Yeah, I just felt unwell today and hurried over to check, at my age, with elders above and children below, I can’t afford to fall ill.”

Saying this, Wu Yushu couldn’t help but laugh at himself.

He realized that with acquaintances, he couldn’t manage a smile, but with strangers, he could talk and laugh easily.

The elder nodded, “Since you’re here, get a proper check-up and treatment, don’t rush through it. Illness can be very troublesome sometimes.”

Wu Yushu shook his head, “It’s not that serious, I understand my body, probably smoked too much recently, lacked exercise, and digestion’s not good, that’s why my belly is sticking out.”

Hearing this, the elder sighed and couldn’t help but still give some advice, “Since you’re here, better listen to what the doctor says, right?”

Wu Yushu just smiled and said nothing; he was still planning to get some medicine and go to work.