Chapter 1915: The More You Try to Explain, the Worse It Gets

“Doctor Chen, please stop…”

The doctors in the department were overwhelmed, hesitant to restrain him too forcefully, not knowing how to properly intervene. They just wanted to offer a token attempt to calm things down, since they couldn’t stand it either. But this time, Doctor Chen was furious, his insults becoming increasingly offensive.

People say he’s not famous, but if he really had invited reporters, a doctor swearing at a patient with a celebrity status, who knows how Doctor Chen and the medical profession would be tarnished.

“I will speak! I insist on speaking! I just can’t stand people like these, earn a few bucks and they forget their place!”

“Please stop, calm down…”

The department doctor tried to calm him while pushing him outside, making eye contact with the equally stunned nurses nearby to quickly persuade him to leave.

Seeing Doctor Chen being reluctantly led away, the hallway echoed with his curse-filled voice, minus any actual profanity. The department doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around, and immediately felt overwhelmed.

Money scattered everywhere.

He squatted down, unable to pick it all up, and just gathered some from the door to the office, placing it on the edge of the desk in front of Song Yuan. He had never felt this money so hot to the touch before.

“Miss Song, please don’t mind, Doctor Chen has a bit of a temper, but he’s absolutely meticulous in his work. Maybe you had some disagreement earlier, actually…” He cleared his throat slightly, “Doctor Chen really thinks for the patients; he usually doesn’t say much, only focusing on important things with them…”

Why does it feel like the more he tries to cover, the worse it gets?

It sounded as if he was deliberately mocking Song Yuan.

Song Yuan’s face was grim, her nails dug deeply into her palms, her lips bitten until they turned pale, feeling both embarrassed and angered. She secretly cursed Sister Lai for her stupidity, unable to handle things properly, yet at this moment, she dared not exchange glances with Sister Lai. She didn’t even have the inclination to attend to Sister Lai, who had long hid in the corner pretending to be mute.

“It’s our fault…”

Song Yuan lifted her head, tears pooling in her eyes, “I failed to manage my people well, causing problems for Doctor Chen and the hospital. Tomorrow, I will personally seek him out to apologize.”

“Better not…”

The department doctor couldn’t bear to see a young girl looking aggrieved with tears in her eyes, thinking it probably wasn’t her fault but rather her subordinates acting arbitrarily. As for Doctor Chen, even if he was in the right, why did he have to be so harsh, look at how frightened she is.

“Miss Song should first complete the exams and focus on healing. That’s what matters. Regarding Doctor Chen, it’s not urgent, not urgent…”

He cleared his throat again, ultimately refraining from speaking too definitively. If she were to go now, given Doctor Chen’s explosive temper, it would be a miracle if he could hold back.

It wasn’t that he feared Song Yuan being wronged again, but Doctor Chen’s medical skills are top-tier in the department, and if things really escalate, it wouldn’t be beneficial for his work either.

Afterwards, Song Yuan cooperated with the examination, Bo Yanching accompanying her the entire time, personally handling all the procedures.

But he merely oversaw her exams, never offering her any support.

With no one by Song Yuan’s side, she could only rely on Sister Lai to attend to her, and when she was finally returned to her ward, it was Sister Lai who helped escort her back.

She absolutely refused to be pushed on a stretcher again, like a clown.

“Thank you, Third Brother Bo.”

Song Yuan sat by the bed, while Sister Lai carefully arranged her legs and covered her with a blanket. Song Yuan pulled the blanket edge over her stomach, her head resting on the pillow, looking at the man before her.

“No problem, it’s the right thing to do,” Bo Yanching placed the medication he brought back on the bedside table. “The dosage is written on the medication box.”

Song Yuan waited.

Was that it?