Chapter 2200: Chapter 2200: Shrewd and Calculating
The men withdrew. Student Pan stood at the door, waiting to see if Student Xie’s speculation was correct.
When the doctor asked her to lift her clothes, Sister Weng tensed up completely, her eyes darting over the doctor’s face like a wary snake.
"What are you afraid of? I’m a woman," Doctor An urged the patient to move faster.
Sister Weng had no choice but to slowly lift her clothes.
"Lift them a bit higher, or I can’t examine you," Doctor An explained to the patient. "I need to feel your abdomen to figure out where it hurts."
The nurse beside her simply lent a hand, helping Sister Weng raise her clothes to the right height, exposing her abdomen for the doctor to see clearly.
With that, several old scars on the patient’s lower abdomen were revealed. The experienced doctor immediately identified them as scars from laparoscopic surgery.
It seemed that Student Xie was right again. Doctor An asked the patient, "Have you had abdominal surgery before?"
"I’ve had gallstone surgery," Sister Weng hesitated, "My husband and family know about it."
Gallstones? Is this patient referring to laparoscopic gallstone removal surgery? But these scars are on the lower abdomen, quite far from where a gallstone surgery scar should be on the upper abdomen.
Clearly, this patient was concealing the truth, trying to pass off one thing as another. After all, they’re just scars—no one can say for sure what kind of surgery was done. But honestly, thinking you can fool a doctor with such a story is quite laughable. If you really wanted to hide having had a laparoscopic gynecological surgery, claiming it was an appendectomy would be better, as the incision for a laparoscopic appendectomy is closer to where a gynecological one would be.
No, no, no, this patient is smart. Many patients have used this excuse clinically, and some have been found out. Surely, her family has heard stories like this, and claiming an appendectomy might actually raise their suspicions. Saying it was gallstone surgery is better—her family hasn’t studied medicine, after all.
Thinking about it this way, Sister Weng truly is cunning. Sun Rongfang and Shang Siling’s judgments about this woman were essentially correct.
Sister Weng could read the expression on Doctor An’s face, biting her lip to say, "Aren’t doctors supposed to keep a patient’s condition confidential? Patients have their privacy."
"Yes," Doctor An, experienced from years of clinical work, responded directly, "I won’t say anything to your family. So, if anything happens in your family later, don’t suspect the doctor of talking."
After being retorted by the doctor, Sister Weng closed her mouth.
After examining the patient, Doctor An issued a test request, asking the nurse to quickly send the patient for tests.
When the patient was sent to the ultrasound room, a woman in her fifties or sixties walked into the emergency room.
The triage nurse stepped forward to ask what was going on.
The woman said, "My daughter-in-law came here to see a doctor. Her surname is Weng, do you know her?"
This was Sister Weng’s mother-in-law, Mother Lv.
It seemed Mother Lv had overheard parts of the phone conversation when Sister Weng pretended to be asleep while calling the doctor at home.
Realizing her daughter-in-law was undergoing an examination, Mother Lv paced the emergency room, calling her son while holding her phone: "Didn’t I tell you before? Your wife is seeing a doctor at the Guoxie Emergency Department; she might not want the baby. Haven’t you arrived yet?"
"I’m here, running over," Sister Weng’s husband, Mr. Lv, answered breathlessly from the other end.
When this mother and son met in the emergency room, Sister Weng’s emergency ultrasound examination had ended. The ultrasound report confirmed it was a molar pregnancy.
