My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 1096: Chapter 1078: Must Have Seen It Wrong Chapter 1096: Chapter 1078: Must Have Seen It Wrong This kind of differential treatment, what is this supposed to mean?

Did her husband donate so much money to the hospital for nothing?

They even put them at the end of the rounds for checking up on patients, clearly just brushing them off.

Especially since the nurse had just been smiling, but now her face had fallen, making Zhang’s mother feel even more uncomfortable.

With such a long face, who was she showing it to?

Zhang’s mother rolled her eyes.

Now, looking at anyone made her feel very uncomfortable inside.

In fact, she was somewhat misjudging the nurse.

The nurse hadn’t shown any negative expression.

It was just that Zhang Dong’s condition didn’t seem too good.

His complexion was extremely pale, no matter what, there had been no sign of improvement for such a long time.

On the contrary, Wen Qi was already able to sit up, which meant, in other words, that he could be discharged if he wished.

After all, with such injuries, time was the only cure.

But given the same amount of time, why was Zhang Dong’s recovery so poor?

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It was simply too slow and too disappointing.

The nurse frowned and took out the thermometer to check Zhang Dong’s temperature.

However, when she touched Zhang Dong’s skin, she could clearly feel that his temperature seemed higher than normal.

He must not have a fever.

The nurse prayed in her heart over and over again, he must not have a fever, he really must not have a fever.

If it were a fever for some other reason, it might be okay, but it absolutely must not be his leg.

How difficult it had been to save that leg.

These past days, the medical staff had barely had a good night’s sleep, out of fear that the leg they had managed to reattach might get infected.

If an infection really occurred, it would be a terrible thing.

The nurse was so anxious she was almost pacing in circles.

Yet, in Zhang’s mother’s eyes, it seemed like the nurse resented her son, as if Zhang Dong was taking up too much of her time.

Zhang’s mother was on the verge of bursting out with reprimands.

But then she remembered she was in a hospital and refrained from speaking her mind.

Finally, the nurse took the thermometer out, but upon seeing the temperature, she felt as if someone had doused her with a bucket of cold water.

Indeed, it really wasn’t good.

Zhang Dong had a fever, and it seemed quite high.

She hurriedly ran out with the thermometer, not even taking Zhang Dong’s blood pressure.

Zhang’s mother’s face soured even more, her complexion turning a mix of pale and flushed with anger, cursing to herself about what kind of nurse this was, what kind of hospital this was.

If it weren’t for the earthquake, she would have already transferred her son to another hospital.

She certainly wouldn’t have let her son stay in this one to be subjected to such treatment.

As she was consumed with anger, resentment, and frustration, the door to the ward opened again, and several doctors quickly came in, followed by the nurse who had just run out.

One of the doctors approached Zhang Dong and noticed that his complexion was worse than it had been in previous days.

He also seemed to lack energy.

Although he had been half-dead all along, at least at other times there was some light in his eyes.

But now he looked listless, and his complexion also seemed off.

A doctor hurriedly examined Zhang Dong’s leg and discovered that one part of the wound had not healed properly.

A few days ago, it was somewhat red, but today it was swollen.

And the more experienced doctors knew that if it’s red yesterday and swollen today, it might be festering by tomorrow.

If it really started to fester, then the treatment would become much more difficult.

The doctor urgently had someone push Zhang Dong out for further examination, which left Zhang’s mother feeling helpless and clueless, not understanding what was going on and why her son had to be taken for tests all of a sudden.

Whether the exams conducted at the hospital were good or bad, she couldn’t be foolish enough to lack even a bit of courage to read facial expressions and discern the mood.

No sooner had the doctor left than she burst into tears and approached.

The final examination result was indeed not too favorable; it turned out that Zhang Dong had accidentally aggravated his wound a second time, leading to some inflammation there, and the healing process was not going well—the skin was even beginning to discolor.

After several physicians consulted, they ultimately decided to first try conservative medication treatment.

If they could control the inflammation with drugs, then all the better, but if they couldn’t, surgery might become necessary.

But considering Zhang Dong’s current physical condition and psychological resilience, undergoing this surgery would likely worsen his situation.

Upon hearing this, Zhang’s mother’s tears never stopped flowing.

How could something like this happen?

They’d never skipped any injections or medication; they had used all the drugs prescribed by the doctor and had undergone all the required examinations.

Almost a month had passed, and yet the condition could still worsen, possibly requiring another surgery.

She couldn’t accept it—she couldn’t wholly accept that her healthy son had to suffer so greatly.

Wen Qi also knew about this matter, and he too felt uneasy, mainly because the injuries he and Zhang Dong suffered were similar.

Although he was now recovering well and the doctors were very satisfied with his progress, even saying he was almost healed, he was still in the midst of recovery.

No one could guarantee what might happen in the future, or to what extent his leg could recover.

It was inevitable that he felt a certain doomed bravery, like a hare in the jaws of a hunting hound.

He had initially wanted to kindly comfort Zhang Dong, but Zhang’s mother startled him with a glare that carried loathing in her eyes.

I must have seen it wrong, he thought as he touched his chest, feeling his heart still skipping beats nervously.

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Yes, it must have been a mistake.

Even if one wanted to harbor resentment, it should be directed at the perpetrator, not at him.

All of this had nothing to do with him; he was a patient too.

Zhang’s mother looked at her son, seeing him lying there in a half-dead state.

He used to be able to open his eyes, but now it seemed he couldn’t even hear when his name was called.

She had only this one son in her life; if something were to truly happen to him, how was she supposed to manage, how was she supposed to live?

And this hospital room bore a strange and oppressive atmosphere that made Wen Qi dare not speak; sometimes he even felt cautious to breathe too loudly.

He heard from a nurse that Zhang Dong’s condition was very poor, and he might need another surgery.

What another surgery signified, he did not know, but he was certain it was not a good thing.

Zhang Dong was often sullen and resentful, glaring at him with eyes full of bitterness, making him feel uneasy.

So now, he sometimes didn’t even dare to breathe too deeply, and, knowing his place, made sure not to make a sound, fearful of provoking Zhang’s mother’s wrath and inciting another outburst aimed at him.