Doctor: Picking Up Attributes in the Hospital Chapter 551 - 425: A Self-Aware Left Hand?

2:30 PM.

Special Clinic.

Zhao Heng sat in the clinic room. At this ti, the afternoon consultations had already begun. To be honest, this special clinic was set up specifically for Zhao Heng.

Initially, only those with rare diseases or patients that were hard to redirect would co to Zhao Heng’s clinic.

However, as the number of patients Zhao Heng saw increased, it seed almost like his treatnt worked wonders, leading more and more people to specifically request appointnts with him.

Just think, even soone as influential as Wang Lei sought Zhao Heng when his child got sick, so those who managed to get an appointnt with Zhao Heng were considered quite fortunate.

Zhao Heng is very professional; although the patients co from different backgrounds, Zhao Heng treats everyone equally when it cos to diagnosing.

"How many this afternoon?"

Zhao Heng asked Tian Zhen, who was standing nearby.

Even though Tian Zhen was now the head nurse, she still accompanied Zhao Heng during his consultations—it had beco a habit.

"They were all pre-booked, there are thirty patients to see this afternoon,"

Tian Zhen said slowly after checking her tablet.

Now, appointnts were made online, and by the looks of it, appointnts were scheduled up to the next month.

Since Zhao Heng didn’t do consultations every day, and at most only twice a week, his slots were even harder to book.

The hospital initially wanted to list Zhao Heng’s slots as expert appointnts, but Zhao Heng thought it wasn’t necessary and preferred just a regular slot.

"Thirty sounds about right,"

Zhao Heng thought for a mont and said.

Each patient’s consultation usually took at least five to ten minutes, so in an hour, that’s about 5 to 10 patients. Seeing thirty in an afternoon was tight, but feasible.

Zhao Heng was ticulous in his consultations, with five minutes being the bare minimum. Anything less wouldn’t even qualify as a proper consultation.

Of course, there were exceptions like clients from Huaxia Life Insurance’s premium dical departnt, who would specially be allocated half an hour or even an hour, but of course they paid several million annually for dical consultations.

That’s just the way it is.

"You can bring in the patient now,"

Zhao Heng said to Tian Zhen after getting things in order.

"Alright,"

Tian Zhen nodded, and shortly after, she led in a young man with a worried expression. On his chin was a very noticeable, fresh healing scar that looked like it had been cut by sothing sharp.

As soon as the young man entered, Zhao Heng noticed sothing strange about him—he was tightly pressing down on his left hand with his right, as if his left hand was sothing uncontrollable and restless.

The left hand, seemingly not under the young man’s control, was covered with bruises and fresh scratches.

After the young man sat down, Tian Zhen couldn’t help but say, "You can let go of your hand, we’re in a hospital."

"Nurse, I can’t let go. If I do, it won’t listen to anymore,"

the young man said with a worried expression.

A month ago, sothing strange happened to him: his left hand stopped listening to him. It wasn’t that it couldn’t move, but it seemingly had a mind of its own, doing whatever it wanted, not following orders anymore.

For example, when putting on pants, the right hand would pull up while the left hand pulled down. The two hands couldn’t work together to tie shoelaces, or the right hand would try to retrieve sothing from the left, and the left would refuse to let go.

This troubled and even frightened the young man imnsely.

"What’s wrong?"

Zhao Heng saw the young man’s left hand was still trying to escape the right hand’s grip, despite being tightly held. While it was a rare case, Zhao Heng had so guesses about the young man’s problem.

"Doctor, my left hand won’t listen to ,"

The young man said in a very anxious and uneasy manner.

A month ago, when this problem first appeared, he went to many hospitals for help without any luck. After consulting with a Feng Shui master, he was told his left hand was possessed by a vengeful spirit and that it needed to be exorcised, or else disaster and misfortune would follow. Having grown up in a pragmatic environnt, the young man was skeptical.

Luckily, a friend inford him about Zhao Heng at Eastern Hospital, a doctor specializing in rare and difficult conditions, and helped him schedule an appointnt.

Today, the young man ca to Zhao Heng’s clinic full of hope.

The idea that his left hand was haunted by a ghost—he just couldn’t bring himself to believe it!

"When did it start?"

Zhao Heng contemplated briefly and continued to ask.

"About a month ago, one morning when I got up to wash up, as I was shaving with a razor, suddenly my left hand moved uncontrollably and cut —look, this is where it got ,"

The young man explained with great unease.

"Are there any other symptoms or behaviors?"

Zhao Heng asked further.

"I just can’t control my left hand. Sotis it grabs things randomly, pulls at clothes, or suddenly slaps my face. When I see a pretty girl, my left hand moves uncontrollably towards her..."

At this point, the young man blushed slightly, but he was more concerned with getting well than his embarrassnt.

His uncontrollable left hand was a real problem. Hitting himself was one thing, but when he saw a pretty girl, especially one with a good figure, his hand moved on its own.... This had already caused him trouble several tis, with people accusing him of harassnt. If it weren’t for dical records of ongoing treatnt, with previous doctors even calling in to explain, he might have been locked up for a few weeks.