Chapter 2181 Medical Disturbance

Liu Yiming clearly didn't know what was happening either, but hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, he still explained to him, "I've already sent someone to check."

"Mm."

Zhao Fusheng nodded.

Soon, the person Liu Yiming had sent returned with an answer.

"It's like this: there's a patient here, very old. When he was brought in, he already had complications. The doctors could only do their best with routine rescue measures..."

Liu Yiming said to Zhao Fusheng, "Now the old man has been unconscious for several days. The family is very agitated, believing it's the doctors' fault, that they treated him to death."

"Heh..."

Zhao Fusheng gave a cold laugh.

Some people's logic was truly flawed.

In their view, everything in the world had to revolve around their wishes.

Whomever they wanted to live had to live.

Whomever they wanted to do something had to do it.

"Go take a look. Tell them to get lost. What right do they have to make a racket in a hospital?"

Tan Kaixuan said with a grim expression.

He was already in a bad mood because of his illness, and having his acting exposed by Zhao Fusheng made him even more irritable.

Hearing about this kind of thing now naturally displeased him.

Zhao Fusheng didn't really care, but since Tan Kaixuan had said so, he waved his hand and instructed Liu Yiming, "Go check it out. Help the hospital send them away. Making a scene here and picking a fight with the doctors—what kind of skill is that?"

He had grown up in a hospital. Although his mother was a nurse, Zhao Fusheng knew that being a doctor or working in the medical field was an extremely hard job.

People often said, "May heaven strike you down for persuading someone to study medicine."

This saying sounded somewhat ridiculous, but in reality, it made a lot of sense for doctors.

Chinese people always held professions like doctors and teachers to extremely high expectations, as if they were omnipotent and could solve all problems.

Take doctors, for example. Everyone who walked into a hospital believed that as long as they paid, they could be cured. If not, it was the doctor's fault.

But they never considered that doctors were human too, with their own limits.

Sometimes, human life, aging, illness, and death were not something one or two doctors could control or decide.

Do your best and leave the rest to fate.

Even doctors were powerless.

Yet, many people simply didn't understand this.

In their view, once they entered a hospital, doctors had to guarantee a cure; otherwise, it was the doctors' responsibility.

They had to make trouble!

They had to make it known to everyone.

Just like now.

"You know, these doctors really have it tough."

Tan Kaixuan and Zhao Fusheng sat there, chatting casually.

Neither of them was the greenhorn fresh out of school anymore. Their understanding of the ways of the world was naturally clearer than before. To be honest, they both knew that under China's system, the medical system was actually quite good.

People often talked about how wonderful foreign healthcare was, but in reality, it wasn't as rosy as they imagined.

"Tough is an understatement."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. "Busy all day long, dealing with all kinds of patients. Some say doctors always have stern faces and rarely smile. But think about it—if you were in their shoes, seeing dozens of patients a day, you'd be too exhausted to smile."

"If I had kids, I wouldn't let them study medicine."

Tan Kaixuan nodded.

As they were talking, the noise outside grew louder again.

"Something happened! Something happened!"

"Someone's injured!"

"Help! Help! Call the police!"

The voices outside grew louder, and soon Old Ma rushed in.

"Chairman, something's happened!"

Old Ma said to Zhao Fusheng.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Fusheng was bewildered.

How had something happened now?

"Secretary Liu was stabbed, and so was a nurse and a doctor from the hospital!"

Old Ma said bitterly, "That patient's family member was carrying a weapon..."

Bastard!

Zhao Fusheng immediately stood up.

The shock on his face was unmistakable.

He had never imagined such a thing could happen.

...

...

Liu Yiming was indeed injured.

He had been stabbed once. Fortunately, he was lucky—the knife hit his arm. Though blood gushed out, it wasn't life-threatening. But the two hospital staff weren't so fortunate; they were still in the operating room undergoing emergency treatment.

The assailant had been apprehended by the police.

"What happened? How did you end up there?"

Upon learning that Zhao Fusheng was at the scene of the incident, Fan Baobao was terrified.

If it weren't inconvenient, she would have flown back to China.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and recounted the whole story, finally saying, "I feel like I should do something."

"Huh?"

Fan Baobao was taken aback, completely not understanding what he meant. He was an outsider; not getting hurt was already incredibly lucky. If he had been hurt, she wouldn't even know where to cry.

Zhao Fusheng said, "I just feel I should do something."

"Suit yourself."

Fan Baobao thought for a moment and finally expressed her support.

She understood Zhao Fusheng's personality. Although he always claimed to be an egoist who didn't like to meddle, in reality, deep down, he was the kind of person who was willing to help others.

He just preferred doing over talking.

After hanging up, Zhao Fusheng sat there thinking for a long time.

He also understood that the problem of doctor-patient conflict wasn't something he could solve alone.

It was a social issue. Often, doctor-patient conflicts couldn't be summed up in a few simple words, because you couldn't simply blame one side.

Doctors had their hardships; patients had their difficulties.

For example, if he himself were seriously ill and hospitalized, he would naturally hope to receive treatment after paying.

But conversely, doctors were the same; they had their limits.

As the old saying goes, "If the King of Hell summons you at the third watch, who dares keep you until the fifth?"

Some things really couldn't be changed by medical skill.

What Zhao Fusheng could do was hope to use his own influence to promote more awareness on this issue and ease the doctor-patient conflict.

Of course, for someone who stabbed people in a hospital, Zhao Fusheng believed there should be no leniency.

Such acts must be severely punished!

The reason was firm: if violence became a norm and was imitated, then medical disturbances would never be eradicated.

Such things must never be allowed!

Zhao Fusheng knew this very well.