Book TRK
Chapter 62
Capter 62 Strange Patient
Let’s get started!” Lydia raised her hand as a signal to open the manor’s inner secret door.
Consulting rooms appeared one after another in front of everyone. All the doctors needed to treat patients in groups.
Hilda was the first to set off. She couldn’t wait to let others know how great the Gibsons were, especially that arrogant girl!
Soon, it became clear that the patients brought by the Yarwoods were indeed difficult to treat. Every group of doctors came out solemnly, having taken an extremely long time to
diagnose the patients.
The Gibsons and the Shepherds came out smiling, while Felix found it slightly difficult. But luckily, he still could write a medical prescription.
Many people didn’t even understand the patient’s symptoms, just whispering when they came out. They looked like candidates who had just finished the exam, confirming the
answers.
“What disease does the third patient have?”
“I can’t tell. When I asked the patient, he said he had a headache. But his X–rays did not
indicate that he had a tumor.”
Xavier listened to the conversation, feeling a little scared. “Miss, we’d better not go. Abel
and I have bad medical skills.”
“Follow me,” Wynter said. She picked up her bag and stood up. Her gaze was pure and
beautiful.
It was their turn. According to previous rankings, they were the last group. After all, none of them had any medical records, and they were all students who had not graduated.
Xavier held the door frame, refusing to enter. “Miss, I don’t know how to treat patients. Why
don’t find someone else? I…
you
Wynter kicked him in. Seeing that, the Youngs stayed silent. No one would take the three of them seriously.
Knowing medicine didn’t mean being able to treat a patient. They believed that she would
expose her true colors during consultation.
After all, her grandma had caused a patient to die because she used the wrong medicine.
Moreover, they knew the extent of Abel and Xavier’s medical skills.
The two of them only knew how to treat minor illnesses. They probably didn’t even know how to diagnose those three patients.
Xavier thought the same. As soon as he entered the consulting room, he was helpless.” Miss, treating a patient isn’t trivial. Let’s look through the medical books first…”
“Pulse blockage due to damp heat.” Wynter had already begun to diagnose. While recording, she asked the first patient, “Are you afraid of acupuncture treatment?*
The patient shook his head. Then, she pressed his fingertips with one hand, performing acupuncture and bloodletting with the other.
Before they could react, she quickly retracted the needle and said, “Next.”
Xavier and Abel’s eyes widened. What surprised them was nothing more than the fact that the patient seemed to be well, and he thanked Wynter energetically.
Xavier turned to look at Abel. “Abel, your friend is a genius!”
Abel was in a daze. “But Mrs. Yates Senior told me that she has no talent. And her qualifications are average…
“It’s only been three minutes. Wynter has already treated two people!”
By then, Wynter had already placed her fingertips on the third patient’s wrist.
Through the curtain, the patient kept coughing. But his breath was steady, the pulse was strong, and the cough wasn’t abnormal.
Wynter raised her eyebrows, then closed her eyes. She seemed to be thinking but also seemed to want to understand the pulse more clearly.
“You said you have a headache?” Soon, she opened her eyes and looked toward the curtain. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.
The patient coughed, saying hoarsely, “Yeah, I don’t know what’s happening. Since last month, my head has been hurting from time to time. The doctor couldn’t diagnose it.” She smiled, then wrote a few words on the medical diagnosis form without further asking.