Chapter 16: Tomorrow, We're Going to the Proctology Department

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Upon hearing this, Ji Zifeng was taken aback for a moment. "Fill him up down there too?"

"Exactly," Lin Nan said solemnly. "If he can fill you, why can’t you do the same to him? Since he’s deliberately hurting you, there’s no need to hold back. With scumbags like that, you must be ruthless."

"Once you’ve filled him up, taken your revenge, then it won’t be too late to bring up breaking up."

Ji Zifeng’s eyes gradually brightened with fury. "That’s right. I can’t swallow this grievance either. He must pay the price!"

"Remember, when the time comes, make sure he comes to us for treatment," Lin Nan added.

He felt no sympathy at all for those who intentionally hurt others.

His attitude toward such people was simple.

Just do it.

"I understand," Ji Zifeng nodded repeatedly, a fire burning in his eyes.

"From now on, be more careful choosing boyfriends. Don’t pick men out of the trash heap again," Li Qin earnestly advised.

As a doctor, he held no prejudice against gay men.

Ji Zifeng smiled awkwardly and nodded gently.

Lin Nan gave him some further advice on precautions before letting him leave.

"Old Lin, the info you asked me to check—I found it," Li Qin said with a smile. "There really is a patient named Ji Guoping at our hospital."

Lin Nan’s heart stirred. "Do you know his age and occupation?"

"Forty-eight, a police officer," Li Qin replied truthfully.

Lin Nan felt a surge of joy.

This information matched perfectly with that traffic cop from years ago!

It seemed to be him.

"This Ji Guoping has been treated in the proctology department before," Li Qin continued.

"Proctology?" Lin Nan nodded silently.

"Yes, frequent rectal bleeding," Li Qin added.

Then he took out his phone and opened the photo album. "Here, this is Ji Guoping’s medical record and examination reports."

Lin Nan took the phone and carefully examined the photos of the medical records and reports.

The attending physician was Wu Wenxuan?

Lin Nan raised an eyebrow at the name on the records.

"The diagnosis in proctology is chronic colitis?" Lin Nan scrutinized the report carefully, pondering.

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"Do you think there’s a problem?" Li Qin asked.

"Yes. Ji Guoping’s specific symptoms don’t quite fit chronic colitis," Lin Nan nodded. "They misdiagnosed him."

"Misdiagnosed?" Li Qin frowned. "If that’s true, Wu Wenxuan’s in big trouble."

"We need to visit the proctology department," Lin Nan said.

Li Qin agreed. "If Ji Guoping was really misdiagnosed, we should warn him. It’s also about taking responsibility for the patient’s condition."

Lin Nan returned the phone to Li Qin and asked, "When will Ji Guoping come back for a follow-up?"

"As far as I know, he’ll come for a follow-up tomorrow morning," Li Qin answered.

"Tomorrow for a follow-up?" Lin Nan’s mind stirred again. "Then let’s go to the proctology department tomorrow."

"Okay," Li Qin had no objection.

"That’s settled," Lin Nan smiled slightly.

Li Qin couldn’t help but ask, "Old Lin, what’s your relationship with Ji Guoping? You seem very concerned about him."

Lin Nan lowered his eyes slightly and made up a reason casually. "He helped our family a bit before. I heard he had some health issues, so I guessed he might be treated at our hospital and asked you to check. Didn’t expect he’s really here."

"That’s why I’m paying more attention to him."

"I see," Li Qin suddenly understood.

"That matter happened a long time ago. He probably doesn’t even recognize me. I just want to quietly do something for him, so don’t make a fuss about it," Lin Nan continued.

If Li Qin accidentally revealed Lin Nan’s special interest in Ji Guoping, the latter, as a sharp police officer, would definitely become wary. Then it would be much harder to get useful information from him.

To uncover the truth behind his parents’ car accident back then, Ji Guoping was the only breakthrough.

Lin Nan had to earn Ji Guoping’s trust—no mistakes allowed!

Looking at the time, Lin Nan said, "It’s time to attend to the patient. Let’s go."

Li Qin nodded and followed Lin Nan out of the clinic room.

The next morning around nine o’clock, in a proctology clinic room, Wu Wenxuan stared deeply at the examination reports in his hand, frowning.

Sitting before him was a middle-aged man in a black down jacket.

The man was nearly fifty, tall and sturdy, his eyes sharp and bright, looking vigorous but with a faint trace of weariness in his brow.

"Doctor, I’ve been taking the medicine as prescribed without missing a dose, so why did I still have rectal bleeding this morning?" Ji Guoping asked in a low voice.

"Well—" Wu Wenxuan stammered.

He was also full of doubt.

According to his diagnosis, the bleeding was caused by chronic colitis, and he had prescribed the appropriate medicine. In theory, after several days of medication, the symptoms should have eased. Why was there still bleeding?

He couldn’t figure it out.

So he didn’t know how to answer the patient’s question.

Seeing Wu’s hesitation, Ji Guoping grew anxious. "Doctor, say something."

"I’m very busy with work and can’t afford to be delayed by this," he said.

As deputy captain of the Traffic Police Division of Linhai Public Security Bureau, he was busy and did not want to let this affect his daily duties.

Wu Wenxuan had no choice but to force a smile. "Mr. Ji, your condition is complicated; we need further examinations."

"More exams?" Ji Guoping frowned. "I’ve already had a bunch of tests. Why more?"

"None of those tests found what’s wrong with me?"

"Are you any good at this?"

"If you’re no good, then get me another doctor. I don’t have time to waste here!"

Wu Wenxuan felt overwhelmed, unsure what to do.

Could it be that he misdiagnosed?

No!

He quickly dismissed the thought.

His diagnosis must be correct; maybe he just prescribed too low a dosage, so the medicine wasn’t effective.

Thinking this, he calmed himself and confidently said, "Mr. Ji, the dosage I prescribed may have been too low, which is why the treatment isn’t effective."

"Is that so?" Ji Guoping frowned.

He found the explanation unconvincing.

Even if the dosage was low, as long as the medicine matched the symptoms, there should be some effect. At least the bleeding should have eased.

But his symptoms had worsened, which made no sense.

"Yes," Wu Wenxuan grew more confident.

But just as he finished speaking, a clear voice suddenly rang out: "Stop prescribing more medicine. The more medicine the patient takes, the more bleeding he has."

Hearing this, Wu Wenxuan instantly became angry.

Who dared question his diagnosis on his turf?