Seeing the woman complain so much, Zhang Hao reached out and gently pressed on the swollen area.
"I didn’t even use much force," the woman suddenly exclaid, "Ouch, it hurts so much, Doctor, be gentler, will you?"
Zhang Hao looked up at her and saw her frowning slightly.
"I haven’t even applied much pressure yet. It seems the swelling has been there for so ti. Fortunately, it’s not a bone issue, but setting the bone is still a bit painful."
The friend who had accompanied her suddenly had an idea, "Doctor, is it possible to use an anesthetic? If you apply an anesthetic before setting the bone, wouldn’t it hurt less?"
Zhang Hao shook his head, "The pain from bone setting is only montary; a quick bite on the teeth, and it’s over."
"Anesthetics are not good for the body if used too often. How about I give you a piece of gauze to bite on?"
The woman looked at her ankle, swollen like bread.
"No need for anesthetic, just be quick, Doctor Zhang, and try to get it right in one go, okay?"
Zhang Hao said nothing but continued to feel and press around the woman’s ankle.
The woman looked worried and even doubted whether Zhang Hao could fix it in one go.
They say that the older the practitioner of traditional Chinese dicine, the more experienced they are, and the less reliable the young ones can be.
"Zi, maybe we should switch to another hospital so you can suffer less," her friend suggested.
"I rember there’s an old traditional doctor at the municipal hospital who seems quite good. How about we go there now and have a look?"
Zi was considering this when, lost in thought for a mont, she suddenly felt a severe pain in her ankle, which fortunately was montary.
Before she could let out a cry, Zhang Hao had already taken a wet tissue and cleaned his hands.
He said in an offhand manner, "All done, see if you can walk now."
The woman, half in doubt, hurriedly put her leg down.
As her foot touched the ground, she felt the soreness and discomfort from the swelling in her ankle but was indeed able to move freely.
"Hey, I really can walk, that’s amazing, Mr. Zhang, you did that on purpose, didn’t you?"
"While I wasn’t paying attention, you corrected my bone. You’re really sneaky."
Zhang Hao didn’t dare to take all the credit, "You should also thank your friend. She distracted you with conversation. Otherwise, it would have definitely been very painful."
"After you go back, you should apply a hot towel to your ankle to reduce the swelling. If you feel any discomfort in the next day or two, co to the hospital and find anyti."
The woman nodded repeatedly, and the friend who had co with her gave a thumbs-up.
"Mr. Zhang, I didn’t expect you to be so young and yet so skilled. I must admit I judged you by your appearance."
"Next ti I have any discomfort, I will definitely co to you."
After the two left, Qin Miaoke had already brought back lunch.
The hospital chef could only cook those few dishes, and there would occasionally be so innovation.
But usually, the innovative dishes didn’t taste very good—fortunately, today the chef was performing normally.
Out of the three dishes Zhang Hao liked, only two were made.
After washing his hands, Zhang Hao finally ca to the desk to eat.
He didn’t see patients during the lunch break, so those who ca for treatnt had to wait outside.
However, Zhang Hao always felt that patients shouldn’t have to wait so long.
Just giving him a bit of ti to eat was enough unless there were not that many patients at the ti.
After finishing his al and tidying up, he called the patients in to co over quickly.
An afternoon passed, and he had seen many patients—n and won, old and young.
By the ti he finished work, Zhang Hao couldn’t help but send a ssage to He Qianhui.
He asked her about her off-work ti, whether he should pick her up on the way, or if she had already returned ho.
He Qianhui had already said he wasn’t working overti today, but it took quite a while for her to respond after the ssage was sent.
"No overti tonight, I’ll finish work on ti, but I might have to go on another business trip."
At the ntion of a business trip, Zhang Hao felt very uncomfortable.
"Why another trip? What kind of client do they want you to deal with this ti?"
"This client is said to be quite decent, so it probably won’t require so much effort."
"Wait a bit, co and pick up after work, I’ll be waiting for you here."
After closing the chat window, watching the ti for the end of the workday approach, Zhang Hao’s heart had already flown to He Qianhui’s side.
"Mr. Zhang, could you please co over for a mont?"
A doctor clad in a white coat suddenly approached.
Zhang Hao looked up and recognized a familiar face.
"You again? Can your surgery departnt not survive without or what?"
The head of surgery grabbed Zhang Hao’s hand as he approached, "Of course, we can’t survive without you—just take a look. If you think it’s hopeless, then you can leave."
With so little ti left, Zhang Hao was extrely reluctant in his heart.
But since they had co to him, it seed rude not to go.
Following the head of surgery to the ward, he found yet another severe car accident victim.
Heads of other departnts were all gathered there, and Zhang Hao felt his presence was hardly necessary.
He was a traditional Chinese dicine practitioner, what help could he possibly be at a ti like this?
He wasn’t like those protagonists in urban dical novels who could bring patients back from the brink of death with just a single silver needle.
"What do you want to look at here, how badly he’s injured, or how heartbroken his family is outside?"
"No, have you completely forgotten that your main specialty was surgery?"
Zhang Hao was indifferent, "Who can bla for having such a high talent in traditional Chinese dicine? I just chose the wrong specialty at first."
"Since I’ve now got the chance to adjust, why shouldn’t I, instead of hanging myself on a crooked tree?"
"Ever since I beca this head of traditional Chinese dicine, I hardly rember anything about surgery."
Hearing this, the head of surgery looked at him with disdain: "Bullshit, I’m telling you, this patient has a significant status."
"And did you see that incredibly beautiful woman outside the door? That’s his fiancee."
Zhang Hao turned around and saw a woman in a pink dress standing outside the ward.
Her hair was ticulously styled, shining even in the hallway where no sunlight reached.
Her hair glead under the overhead fluorescent lights.
And judging by her entire ensemble, she was definitely not short on cash; her outfit alone must have cost hundreds of thousands at the least.
"Who exactly is this person? But the fiancee isn’t the wife; she doesn’t have the rights of a wife yet. We still need a family mber like a parent or child to co over."
But the head of surgery said, "They’ve already registered for marriage, but you should know that for people like them, they don’t seem to care so much about a marriage certificate."
"They believe that only after the wedding banquet is it truly a marriage, so now she can exercise the rights of a wife."
"She said she would spare no expense to save her husband. Do you want to talk to her for a bit?"
Zhang Hao tucked his hands in his pockets and frowned, "What would I talk to her about? You don’t think she really wants to chat with , do you? Besides, I’m already off the clock."
"I’m not going to waste my ti here with you, or my girlfriend won’t let through the door."
Hearing this, the head of surgery frowned: "No way, Mr. Zhang, a grown man like you is still henpecked? She’s not even your wife; why the rush?"
"A girlfriend is still a girlfriend. Don’t you know how difficult it is nowadays to date soone or to find a wife?"
"I don’t want the duck that’s already in my mouth to fly away. Not like you, with a happy family and no worries."
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