novelraw Chapter 0142 Experts Who Don't Register
Chapter 0142 Experts Who Don't Register
In winter, the flu is rampant in City A.
The respiratory departments of major hospitals are overcrowded, and the air is filled with the smells of disinfectant and anxiety.
Wen Ning still collapsed.
In order to meet the deadline for the art exhibition, she has stayed up for several nights in the studio without heating (although Jiang Ci secretly had the air conditioner repaired, she rarely turned it on to save electricity).
Even the strongest body can't withstand it, let alone someone with a weak constitution to begin with.
I feel dizzy and lightheaded when I wake up in the morning.
My throat feels like I've swallowed a razor blade; even swallowing saliva hurts.
The temperature was measured at 39.2 degrees Celsius.
Wen Ning wrapped her down jacket tighter, and put on a mask and hat.
She didn't call Zhou Xu, nor did she even consider contacting Jiang Ci.
She took a taxi and went alone to a top-tier hospital in the city center.
……
Emergency room lobby.
The crowd was full of people.
A long queue formed at the registration window, and the sounds of children crying and family members anxiously asking questions mingled together, making Wen Ning's temples throb.
She stood in front of the self-service registration machine, holding her ID card.
The screen displays: [Respiratory Medicine Department: Today's appointments are full].
Even in the emergency room, you have to wait in line for more than two hours.
Wen Ning sighed.
She leaned against the pillar, feeling waves of darkness washing over her.
Or... should I go back and take some fever reducers and tough it out?
Just as she was hesitating whether to leave.
A middle-aged woman in a pink nurse's uniform, who appeared to be the head nurse, strode through the crowd and walked straight up to her.
"Excuse me, are you Miss Wen Ning?"
The head nurse's tone was unusually polite, even somewhat respectful.
Wen Ning paused for a moment, then responded in a muffled voice through her mask:
"I am."
"Hello."
The head nurse gave a professional smile, but there was a hint of caution in that smile.
"There are too many people here, the air doesn't circulate well, and it's easy to get cross-infected."
"Please follow me, your examination room is this way."
"The consultation room?"
Wen Ning was completely confused.
"But... I haven't made an appointment yet..."
"It's already hung up."
The head nurse didn't explain much, but turned to the side and made a "please" gesture.
"The experts are already waiting for you."
……
Wen Ning was taken away from the noisy emergency room.
Walk through a quiet VIP passage, take a private elevator, and go directly to the top floor's special needs clinic.
It's as quiet as a library here.
The hallway was carpeted, and there were also green plants and sofas.
The head nurse stopped in front of a consultation room and gently knocked on the door.
"Dean Zhang, Miss Wen has arrived."
The door opened.
The doctor sitting behind the consultation table was not an ordinary doctor.
Instead, he was an elderly man with gray hair and wearing reading glasses.
Zhang Bowen.
He is a leading figure in respiratory medicine in China and also the president of this hospital.
Normally, his appointment number can be resold for several thousand yuan by scalpers, and you have to book it six months in advance.
now.
The elderly expert put down his thermos and looked at Wen Ning with a kind expression.
"Come, little girl, sit down."
His attitude was as kind as the old man next door.
Wen Ning sat down, flattered and surprised.
"Dean Zhang...Dean Zhang? I just have a cold..."
Is it really necessary to have an expert of this level?
"Even a cold shouldn't be taken lightly."
Dean Zhang took out his stethoscope.
"There's a slight murmur in my lungs, but it's not serious. It's mainly due to overwork and a weakened immune system."
The entire consultation process went smoothly.
There was no queue, no indifferent inquiries.
Even the blood tests were done by the head nurse herself, who brought in the tray and moved with such gentle movements that it was as if she were embroidering.
Ten minutes later.
The prescription has been written.
Dean Zhang handed the form to the head nurse to get the medicine, then turned to Wen Ning and earnestly instructed her:
"Young lady, your medicine is ready."
"We deliberately avoided penicillin-type drugs and used imported alternatives, which have fewer side effects and are gentler on the stomach."
Wen Ning's fingers trembled suddenly.
Allergic to penicillin.
This is her constitution.
But... she didn't say that just now.
It wasn't written in the medical record either.
Dean Zhang didn't notice her stiffness and continued:
"Also, that granule is effective, but it's a bit bitter."
"Mr. Jiang specifically instructed..."
He was only halfway through his sentence.
The old dean seemed to realize he had let something slip, coughed, and quickly corrected himself:
"Um... well, the family specifically told me that you're afraid of bitterness."
"So I gave you some dried tangerine peel candy. Take one after you finish your medicine."
Mr. Jiang.
Family members.
Afraid of hardship.
These words are put together.
Even a fool would know who it is.
Wen Ning sat in the chair.
Looking at the highly respected senior expert in front of me.
Then I looked at the bag of medicine that the head nurse was carrying, which was already packed—it even had a thermos of hot water inside.
If it were in the past...
It's Jiang Ci, the one who only knows how to lock people up with gold chains.
He would probably just kidnap the doctor and take her to the apartment, or forcibly take her to a private hospital, where a group of people would surround her.
But now.
He did not show up.
He simply used his power and connections to create the quietest and most comfortable passage for her in this crowded and indifferent hospital.
He didn't show up.
Yet it is everywhere.
"Thank you, Dean Zhang."
Wen Ning stood up and bowed.
His voice was a little hoarse.
You're too kind.
Dean Zhang waved his hand.
"Go back and get some rest. Don't...don't let your family worry."
……
I walked out of the hospital.
A cold wind blew outside, and Wen Ning wrapped her clothes tighter.
She didn't call a car immediately.
Instead, he stood on the steps, his eyes subconsciously searching the surrounding corners.
really.
In the most inconspicuous shadow in the parking lot.
A black Maybach was parked there.
The car windows were closed and tinted with dark film, making it impossible to see inside.
It's like a silent guardian.
They lay dormant there quietly.
Wen Ning looked at the car.
He was carrying the bag of expensive medicine and the jar of candied tangerine peel he used to coax her into taking the medicine.
That kind of defense that had been built up in my heart for a long time.
On this cold winter afternoon.
It made a soft "click" sound.
Cracked.
This kind of care is subtle and gentle.
This cautiousness stemmed from a fear of disturbing her protection.
It's a possessiveness that's more suffocating than before.
Even more irresistible.
Wen Ning pursed her lips.
She didn't go over and expose him.
I no longer feel the urge to run away as I used to.
She was just facing the direction of that car.
He nodded slightly.
It was like a silent greeting.
then.
She turned and walked down the steps.
Although my steps were still weak, the loneliness and chill in my heart had dissipated considerably.
inside the car.
Jiang Ci watched the figure gradually walk away.
My hands, which were gripping the steering wheel, finally loosened their grip a little.
He saw her nod.
She knew he was there.
She acquiesced to his existence.
"Cough cough..."
Jiang Ci coughed twice, suppressing his cough, and took a sip of the black coffee next to him.
His stomach was also hurting.
But he felt it was worth it.
Get well soon.
He watched her retreating figure and murmured to himself.