Chapter 18: You Were Indeed Misdiagnosed

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“If you don’t believe me, you can call over your director or deputy director to take a look,” Lin Nan said calmly.

Wu Wenxuan was about to speak when a figure entered.

It was Cai Heping, the deputy director of the Proctology Department.

“Deputy Director Cai,” Lin Nan greeted him with a smile upon seeing him enter.

Li Qin nodded with a cheerful smile as well.

Cai Heping smiled warmly and said, “I saw from afar that you came to the Proctology Department, so I came over to see if there was anything I could help with. What seems to be the matter?”

“Have you come to see the light and join our department?” Lin Nan shook his head and glanced at Ji Guoping beside him. “I happened to see this patient’s medical records and examination reports and felt that the attending doctor’s diagnosis was questionable. Concerned that the patient’s condition might be delayed due to misdiagnosis, I came over out of responsibility to correct it.”

“Misdiagnosis?” The smile on Cai Heping’s face faded gradually as he instinctively looked toward Wu Wenxuan.

This was Wu Wenxuan’s clinic, so he must be the attending physician.

Wu Wenxuan shrank his neck and remained silent.

Cai Heping took the medical records and examination reports and scrutinized them; the more he read, the grimmer his expression became.

“Deputy Director Cai, I—” Wu Wenxuan tried to explain, but Cai Heping waved his hand to interrupt him. “Lin Nan is right. You have indeed misdiagnosed the patient. The condition is not chronic colitis but rectal cancer.”

Hearing this, Wu Wenxuan was struck as if by lightning.

It really was rectal cancer.

He could question Lin Nan, but he could not question Cai Heping.

At that thought, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The consequences of misdiagnosis were severe. If the patient’s condition worsened because of it, as the attending physician, he would have to bear responsibility.

Cai Heping cast a disappointed glance at Wu Wenxuan, then looked at Lin Nan and said, “You identified the misdiagnosis from the reports and records. So, what is your diagnosis?”

He wanted to assess Lin Nan’s true skill.

In fact, he thought similarly to Wu Wenxuan: Lin Nan’s ingenious method of extracting the ping pong ball from inside the body yesterday was clever, but it relied heavily on experience, just that they didn’t know these experiences, whereas Lin Nan did.

But to make an accurate diagnosis of the patient’s condition based solely on the reports—that required real skill.

“My diagnosis is also rectal cancer; he just refused to accept it,” Lin Nan shrugged and glanced at Wu Wenxuan with a smirk.

“Your diagnosis is also rectal cancer?” Cai Heping exclaimed in surprise.

As the deputy director of Proctology, his medical skills and experience far surpassed those of junior doctors, allowing him to make rapid judgments.

Yet Lin Nan was merely a resident at the Emergency Department, and he possessed such ability?

“Yes. This doctor just now made the same diagnosis about my condition—rectal cancer,” Ji Guoping said with admiration, looking at Lin Nan.

The disparity between doctors was astonishing.

Cai Heping’s eyes brightened.

It seemed Lin Nan truly had genuine talent.

Seeing Wu Wenxuan silent, Li Qin smiled and said, “Doctor Wu, do you accept Old Lin’s diagnosis?”

Wu Wenxuan felt a surge of anger at the question.

Did this bastard think he wasn’t miserable enough and wanted to stab him deeper?

“What is there to not accept?” Cai Heping’s expression immediately turned neutral.

He then apologized sincerely to Ji Guoping, “I’m truly sorry for the previous misdiagnosis.”

Ji Guoping said calmly, “I was lucky today to meet a responsible doctor who noticed the problem with my records and came to the Proctology Department to correct it. Otherwise, if I had kept taking the medication prescribed by that other doctor, even continuing to have bloody stools would have been a better outcome. The worst fear was that one day I might just suddenly die.”

At these words, Wu Wenxuan’s face turned pale.

The patient’s dissatisfaction was a severe blow.

One important standard for assessing a doctor’s performance was patient evaluation.

The misdiagnosis was now undeniable, and with the patient’s negative feedback, the responsibility Wu Wenxuan faced was only growing heavier.