“Mr. Cheng, please calm down.”
The doctor pried his hand away and helplessly explained, “Your wife was already in the late stage of heart failure before she underwent the surgery. The success of the surgery does not mean that her heart recovered its health.”
“In the middle and late stages of heart failure, there is always a risk of passing away at any time.”
The doctor’s explanation did not make the man calm down. Instead, it stirred up his anger even more. He gritted his teeth and glared furiously at the doctor, “You mean there’s not much difference whether she had the surgery or not? Then why did the hospital still recommend surgery? Do you only care about making money and not care whether the patients live or die!”
The doctor was stunned, “Mr. Cheng, I think you have misunderstood. Our hospital…”
“Enough!” The man angrily interrupted the doctor, “Although my wife had heart disease, she had been taking her medicine consistently all these years and had been very stable. It was your hospital that recommended she undergo surgery, and that was what caused her death!”
“If she hadn’t had the surgery, she would definitely still be fine now!”
“You killed my wife. It was you who killed my wife!”
As the man spoke, hatred appeared in his eyes. He swung his fist and smashed it toward the doctor in front of him.
The doctor hurriedly dodged, but he was still struck in the face by the man’s fist.
The enraged man grabbed him by the collar, his fists continuing to pound down on his body as he roared, “You doctors are all no good. You’re all black-hearted, only thinking about making money and not caring whether the patients live or die!”
“I’ll beat you to death. I’ll beat you to death, you black-hearted bastard!”
At this time, other medical staff gradually came out of the operating room.
Seeing the doctor being beaten, they hurriedly stepped forward to restrain the man and called the hospital security personnel over to take him away.
The security personnel arrived very quickly.
As the man was being taken away, he was still unusually agitated. Several times, he tried to break free from the security personnel, continuously shouting and screaming, “Black-hearted bastards, quack doctors, you’ll get what you deserve, you quack doctors will definitely get what you deserve!”
A little after two in the afternoon.
Director Chen had just arrived at the hospital when he heard about the medical disturbance that had happened at noon.
Inside the president’s office.
The doctor who had been beaten said with a grave expression, “Director, that Cheng Lianjie seems to have decided that you were the one who caused his wife’s death. He said that you did not perform the surgery properly, which caused his wife to suddenly suffer a heart attack and die.”
“When he left the hospital, he was extremely agitated. He kept saying things about how he would seek justice for his wife and such.”
“You shouldn’t have suggested doing the surgery back then. You kindly helped extend his wife’s life by a month, and it would be one thing if you didn’t receive even the slightest bit of gratitude, but now you’re even being cursed as a quack doctor, with him saying that you only cared about making money and not about whether his wife lived or died.”
The young doctor became more and more indignant as he spoke.
A month ago, Cheng Lianjie’s wife fainted from heart failure and was brought to the hospital. According to her condition at the time, if she did not undergo surgery, at most she would only have been able to hold on for three to five days.
The hospital had clearly helped prolong his wife’s life.
Yet now, they were being called quack doctors who harmed people by him.
Doctors like them really had it hard.
They worked themselves to death every day, yet still were not understood by the patients.
Director Chen unscrewed his thermos cup and took a sip of the goji berry and red date tea he had just brewed. Suddenly, his hand trembled, and some of the tea in the cup splashed out, wetting the medical record sheet on the desk.
His face instantly turned a few shades paler.
Seeing his unusual expression, the young doctor hurriedly asked with concern, “Director, what’s wrong?”
Director Chen stared pale-faced at the medical record sheet that had been soaked. After a long while, he finally raised his head to look at the young doctor and asked in a slightly trembling voice, “Lin Yinglian is dead?”