The moment he heard “splenic bleeding” and that the mortality rate was high, Yang Zhui was stunned.
He quickly blurted out, “What’s there to think about? Treat me, of course! Definitely treat me!”
“Doc, hurry up—I feel like I’m about to die from the pain.”
Qin Jiang furrowed his brow. “I need to finish running some tests first before I can determine the specific treatment plan. Don’t rush me.”
He walked over to Yang Zhui’s side and asked, “Where exactly does it hurt?”
Gritting his teeth through the agony, Yang Zhui said, “My stomach—my stomach hurts.”
Qin Jiang pointed to the examination bed nearby.
“Come lie down over here. I’ll do a physical palpation.”
With Jiao En’s help, Yang Zhui managed to get onto the bed and lie down.
Qin Jiang had him lift his shirt to expose his abdomen, then gently pressed down with his hands.
The moment his hand made contact, Yang Zhui cried out.
“Ow, ow, ow! Ease up, Doc!”
Seeing that reaction, Qin Jiang slowly withdrew his hand.
But then, as his hand sprang back, Yang Zhui’s scream got even louder.
His face was pale and beaded with cold sweat from the pain.
Watching from the side, Jiao En was dumbfounded. “Dr. Qin, what’s going on? Why is he in so much pain?”
Qin Jiang spoke up: “It looks like acute peritonitis.”
“Zou Moli, take him in for a full examination and prep for surgery.”
Knowing how serious acute peritonitis could be, Zou Moli immediately took Yang Zhui to the pharmacy for a more thorough check-up.
Qin Jiang then turned to Jiao En.
“Do you have his parents’ contact info? Call them and tell them to come over right away.”
Jiao En quickly pulled out Yang Zhui’s phone, unlocked it, and handed it to Qin Jiang.
“Dr. Qin, this is Yang Zhui’s mom’s number. But, uh… she’s pretty fierce. You… you better be careful.”
Fierce?
Qin Jiang didn’t quite get it.
As a doctor calling in, he figured he probably wouldn’t get chewed out.
Right in front of everyone, Qin Jiang dialed the number.
Before long, a woman’s voice came through on the other end.
“Yang Zhui! Where the hell are you? I told you to stay home and do your homework! How is it that you disappeared while I was taking a nap?!”
“I don’t care what you’re doing—get your butt back here right now, or I’ll kill you!”
Before Qin Jiang could even get a word in, he’d already been reamed out.
Viewers in the livestream started roasting the situation.
“Man, she’s ruthless. You can tell she’s his real mom—she doesn’t hold back one bit when cursing out her own kid.”
“That woman’s got serious energy. I feel like if Yang Zhui actually goes back, he’s gonna get torn apart.”
“He just went out to play basketball with his friends—should it really be that harsh? Isn’t that normal recreation for a kid?”
“Didn’t you hear what she said? The kid’s in his final year of high school—that’s crunch time. And he’s out goofing around? Of course she’s pissed.”
The woman was so fluent in her scolding that Qin Jiang stood there holding the phone, unable to get a single word in.
After a long pause, he finally managed to say, “Excuse me, are you Ms. Luo Ying?”
Luo Ying paused, then asked warily, “Who is this? How do you have my son’s phone?”
Qin Jiang quickly explained, “I’m a doctor at Qin’s Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic. My name is Qin Jiang.”
“Here’s the thing: your son got injured accidentally while playing basketball. His spleen is bleeding and it’s caused acute peritonitis. Please come to our clinic—we need to perform surgery on Yang Zhui.”
Hearing that, Luo Ying was silent for a moment, then asked, “You’re not a scammer, are you?”
Qin Jiang patiently replied, “Ms. Luo, like I said, I’m a doctor at Qin’s TCM Clinic. You can just come here and see for yourself, right?”
“Please get here as soon as possible. Yang Zhui’s condition is critical.”
Hearing that, Luo Ying immediately panicked.
“Okay, Doctor! Wait for me—I’m coming right over!”
She hung up in a hurry.
Just then, Zou Moli walked out of the pharmacy with the test results in hand.
“The results are in—it’s acute diffuse peritonitis. Yang Zhui is already showing signs of a low-grade fever. If we delay any further, he could go into toxic shock.”
Qin Jiang’s brow furrowed even deeper.
He had suspected peritonitis, but he hadn’t expected it to be this severe.
He glanced at the clock on the wall and said to Zou Moli, “The family member is already on the way. Let’s wait five more minutes. Keep a close eye on Yang Zhui’s condition.”
After all, surgery was a major procedure—not something to take lightly. It was best to get the family’s signature first.
Yang Zhui lay in the treatment room groaning in pain, but Qin Jiang couldn’t operate immediately. He could only have the smart computer generate a treatment plan first, while Zou Moli prepped for surgery.
Jiao En couldn’t help asking, “Dr. Qin, is acute peritonitis really that serious?”
Qin Jiang nodded as he reviewed the surgical plan.
“Acute diffuse peritonitis is a condition caused by acute inflammation or bacterial toxins in the abdominal cavity.”
“The pain at this stage feels like someone is slicing you with a knife—it’s incredibly agonizing.”
Jiao En nodded vaguely, finally understanding why Yang Zhui was screaming like a stuck pig in there.
“Can’t you treat him first, then?”
Qin Jiang shook his head.
“We have to wait for the family to arrive.”
Just as he said that, Luo Ying burst into the clinic.
She rushed in frantically, and the moment she heard Yang Zhui’s screams, her face went pale.
“Doctor! I’m Yang Zhui’s mom—I’m Luo Ying.”
“Doctor, how is my son doing now?”
Seeing her about to barge straight into the pharmacy, Qin Jiang quickly stopped her.
“Ms. Luo, please calm down. Here are Yang Zhui’s test results, and here’s the surgical plan we’ve drawn up based on his condition. His situation is quite serious right now, so we need to perform surgery immediately—and we need your signature.”
Hearing that, Luo Ying exploded.
“If it’s that serious, why didn’t you operate right away?! You had to wait until I got here?!”
“If anything happens to my son, can you even begin to take responsibility?!”
Luo Ying was losing it.
She couldn’t understand why—while her son was screaming in agony inside—Qin Jiang was just sitting out there doing nothing.
Was this really a doctor?
Qin Jiang looked at her coldly and said, “Ms. Luo, I already told you—we can’t perform this surgery without your consent.”
“Yelling isn’t going to solve anything. So, are you going to sign or not?”
Hearing that, Luo Ying finally calmed down.
She glanced at Yang Zhui’s treatment plan, then without hesitation, signed her name on the Surgery Consent Form.
Watching Qin Jiang turn and walk into the treatment room, Luo Ying felt a wave of regret.
Why couldn’t she just keep her mouth shut?
