Dr. Jiang’s Daily Adversities - Chapter 174

Chapter 174: Not Educated

“Bed 18, Ni Xiaona.”

“Here, here, Doctor.”

Jiang Tingxu walked over. There was a young girl lying on the bed. The one accompanying her was undoubtedly her mother.

“What’s the situation with your daughter?”

The patient’s mother quickly said, “She’s been feeling a little nauseous these past few days and wants to throw up. She fell down previously and is suspected to have post-concussion syndrome. She’s just waiting for the CT department to come over for a check-up.”

“I’ll check it out.”

“Eh, eh, okay.”

The patient’s mother took away the phone that the child was playing with:

“Hurry up and lie down. The doctor will examine you.”

“So let her examine me. Give me back my phone. I’m chatting with someone right now.”

Jiang Tingxu felt somewhat relieved at this moment. The fact that she could still argue and play with her phone meant that there wasn’t much of a problem.

She had just seen the records in her notebook. It had been three days since the patient had fallen, and she had been nauseous for all three days. She was worried that there would be a problem with the head injury.

After all, even though it had been three days, who could guarantee that there would not be any issues?

“You don’t have to lie down. Just sit down.”

The little girl pursed her lips and sat down as she was told.

Jiang Tingxu checked and found that there was indeed nothing wrong. She then asked:

“Has there been any history of head injury?”

“No.”

“Then, have you been unconscious or prone to forgetting things in the past few days?”

“No.”

So you just feel nauseous?

Jiang Tingxu suddenly had some doubts in her mind, and the expression on her face became a lot more serious:

“How old are you?”

Eh?

“19.”

“Then you should be in college. Do you have a boyfriend?”

When the patient’s mother heard this question, the corners of her eyes twitched:

“Doctor, why are you asking this?”

She probably realized where this was going, but as a mother, she subconsciously did not want to think that way.

Jiang Tingxu didn’t answer. Instead, she pulled the curtain and asked the patient to lift up her clothes.

When she saw some marks on the patient’s stomach, she instantly understood.

“Let’s take a urine test first, hCG,”she said.

“Ah?”

What did hCG mean? As someone who had gone through it before, how could she not understand?

The patient’s mother immediately refuted and refused:

“Doctor, did you make a wrong diagnosis? We don’t have to do this test, do we? My daughter is only 19 years old, and she’s still a student!”

Jiang Tingxu pointed at the mark on the patient’s stomach:

“Family member, what do you think this is?”

“Isn’t that just fat from weight gain?”

Fat?

Weight gain can make you nauseous?

Jiang Tingxu naturally caught a glimpse of the little girl’s expression on the bed from the corner of her eye. She was initially shocked, but she quickly accepted it.

She was obviously aware.

The patient’s mother’s expression was terrible at that moment. She was red, white, and finally, green. Her gaze was fixed on her daughter on the bed.

The little girl was very nervous under her mother’s gaze. She glanced towards Jiang Tingxu for help.

“Let’s check first.”

Although she was very sure that those marks were stretch marks, as a doctor, it was still better to use the most accurate data to prove it and to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Jiang Tingxu went back to her office to write a list. Naturally, she wouldn’t know how the mother and daughter were reacting in the ward, and she did not care.

After the check-up list was written, she asked the nurse to send it over.

After that, they did not need to wait for the emergency department anymore. The gynecology department on the sixth floor was where they should go.

Damn, she had not been educated enough!

…

She wasn’t too busy for the rest of the morning. When it was noon, Jiang Tingxu went upstairs to the thoracic surgery department a few minutes earlier.

Wen Jie was seeing a patient in her office when she saw the figure waiting at the door.