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The night was quiet. Ancient Sorcerer looked around and found that he and Gu Fei were walking through a small garden.
"What is this place?"
"This is the Inpatient Department of the hospital, with a small garden between it and the Main Building. It was built to provide patients with a better environment."
At this moment, Gu Fei had changed back into her white coat, and her serious, professional doctor image returned.
"Oh, I see."
Ancient Sorcerer nodded. He had visited Gu Fei at the hospital several times before but had never been here.
"Sister, do you have to work this late every night?"
As Ancient Sorcerer spoke, he glanced between Gu Fei's legs and confirmed that he hadn't been mistaken; there was indeed a mass of black energy there.
"Well, that's how it is being a doctor; there's no way around it."
"Sister, is there something wrong with your body? I can check you out another day."
Gu Fei's face turned red; she had actually noticed Ancient Sorcerer glancing at her between her legs from time to time.
"Hmph, you want to examine me? Don't get any strange ideas!"
Ancient Sorcerer was taken aback but quickly realized that Gu Fei misunderstood his intentions and hurriedly said:
"No, Sister, I meant a real check-up."
Gu Fei stopped in front of a patient's room, turned around, and shot Ancient Sorcerer a glare, saying, "Are you implying that I wasn't really examining you just now? Alright, enough of that. Let me check on the patient first, and we can talk later."
After saying that, Gu Fei no longer cared about the Ancient Sorcerer and pushed the door open to walk in. Treating patients? The Ancient Sorcerer was an expert at killing, so treating patients was out of the question. The Ancient Sorcerer must have been flirting with him when he said that!
"Wah wah~~~~ wah wah~~~~ wah wah~~~~~"
The Ancient Sorcerer initially wanted to explain, but the sound of a child's crying forced him to swallow his words for the time being.
Looking inside through the open door, the Ancient Sorcerer noticed that in the more than twenty-square-meter ward, there was a hospital bed placed towards the back. On it lay a little boy around two or three years old, who was crying loudly. Next to the child sat a woman in her thirties, presumably the child's mother. She was beautiful, but her eyes were red from worry for her child, with a few glistening tears at the corners of her eyes.
"Dr. Gu, you’re here."
Seeing Gu Fei walk in, Lu Zhi immediately approached and continued, "Dr. Gu, what exactly is wrong with my grandson? He has been hospitalized for over ten days and hasn’t shown any signs of improvement. He starts crying every night; if this continues..."
Lu Zhi's face was filled with anxiety; lying on the hospital bed was the only heir of the Lu Family.
"Mr. Lu, don’t worry. Let me check him first."
Gu Fei took out his stethoscope and listened to the child's chest before examining his tongue and eyes.
"Dr. Gu, how is my son doing?"
Kong Ying tightly held her son’s hand, who was crying as if possessed, and looked up at Gu Fei with tear-filled eyes.
"Xiao Li, bring me all the test results."
Gu Fei slightly furrowed his brow. The child on the bed was named Lu Tongfang and had been admitted for three days. He cried loudly every night, and despite numerous tests being conducted, no cause for his condition could be found. Attempts to use various medications had also yielded no results.
"Okay, Dr. Gu."
Li Feng nodded and handed the prepared test results to Gu Fei.
"Let's go outside, Mr. Lu. Speaking here might disturb the child's rest."
As soon as they stepped out of the ward, Lu Zhi couldn't wait to ask:
"Dr. Gu, how is the situation?"
At this time, the hospital was relatively empty, and Lu Zhi's anxious voice echoed down the corridor.
"Mr. Lu, to be honest, all of your grandson's test results are normal."
Gu Fei furrowed his brow tightly; this was the most puzzling part—how could a child with all normal test results be crying non-stop? Yet the thick stack of test results in his hand was flawless, as if it were pristine, with no issues at all.
"Huh? What does that mean?"
Lu Zhi felt as if his brain had short-circuited, struggling to understand what Gu Fei meant.
"In simple terms, it means your grandson is not sick, or rather, no illness can be detected."
As a doctor, Gu Fei absolutely did not want to say such things, but the fact was: based on all the test results, Lu Zhi's grandson truly had no problems at all. He had even expanded the scope of tests to include all known items!
Lu Zhi felt as if he had been struck by lightning; it took him a while to move his lips and say:
"So... what should we do?"
Gu Fei sighed inwardly. Despite having seen life and death many times due to his profession, he still felt heartbroken every time he encountered such situations and hated his own powerlessness.
“Mr. Lu, I suggest you transfer to another hospital to see if there are better doctors or medical equipment that can determine what illness it is.”
“Ah!”
Lu Zhi exclaimed, his body trembling before he collapsed onto the floor.
“Mr. Lu, be careful.”
The Ancient Sorcerer quickly stepped forward and helped Lu Zhi into a nearby chair.
“My poor grandson! What sins have my Lu Family committed for heaven to treat us this way?”
Lu Zhi stared blankly for a moment before suddenly bursting into tears, his tears streaming down his face in despair. He felt as if the sky had fallen; first, his son had died in a car accident six months ago, and now the only remaining heir of the Lu Family, his grandson, was afflicted with an unknown illness that caused him to cry incessantly at night. They had visited many renowned hospitals across the country and even abroad, but no one could figure out what was wrong.
What if… what if something happened to his grandson? How could he go on living?
Seeing Lu Zhi like this made Gu Fei feel even worse. In fact, she was quite familiar with Lu Zhi's situation. He had “sneaked” across the ocean to America in the 1930s, starting from washing dishes in a restaurant to eventually becoming a financial tycoon on Wall Street, with personal assets estimated at $2 billion and directly or indirectly controlling assets exceeding $10 billion.
Ten years ago, he established the Lu Charity Foundation, dedicated to improving medical equipment in hospitals around the world, with the Guanghai Maternal and Child Health Hospital being one of the beneficiaries.
Describing such a person as a savior would not be an exaggeration; many lives were saved each year thanks to his donations. Yet heaven played a cruel joke on him—his grandson was suffering from a mysterious illness that no hospital could diagnose.
“Who is crying here? Hmph! This is a hospital, do you understand?”
“Which idiot said that?”
The Ancient Sorcerer found it strange; while crying in a hospital was certainly inappropriate, such things were not uncommon there. The correct approach should have been to offer comfort instead of reprimanding.
Gu Fei saw that it was Lu Ze approaching, and her pretty face turned cold as she said disdainfully, "Hmph! Lu Ze, what are you showing off for!"
Gu Fei had no good feelings towards Lu Ze; he was a typical incompetent. Aside from being able to recite a few lines from textbooks, his clinical skills were a complete mess. What made Gu Fei even more infuriated was that he had relied on his uncle, who was a deputy director, to rise to the position of deputy chief of pediatrics in less than two years after entering the hospital, becoming her subordinate!
Ancient Sorcerer observed that Lu Ze was indeed showing off. Not only did his tone of voice earlier suggest arrogance, but even the way he walked with his hands behind his back and a swaggering gait, accompanied by two young nurses who seemed to act as his bodyguards, confirmed that Gu Fei was not exaggerating.
"Gu Fei, so it's you," Lu Ze said, his eyes lighting up upon seeing her. However, when his gaze reluctantly shifted to Lu Zhi, he was suddenly startled and hurriedly quickened his pace to approach him. "Mr. Lu, what brings you here?"
"Oh..."
Seeing that Lu Zhi showed no particular reaction, Lu Ze's heart raced. Lu Zhi's background was too significant; offending him would render even having an uncle who was a deputy director useless.
"Mr. Lu, I didn't realize it was you here just now; otherwise, even if I had ten times the courage, I wouldn't dare speak like that."
Lu Zhi bent slightly at the waist, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead—he was clearly frightened.
"Forget it, it's nothing," Lu Zhi waved his hand. At this moment, he had no mood to dwell on such matters.
"Mr. Lu, is... is a family member or friend of yours ill?"
Lu Ze secretly breathed a sigh of relief as he straightened up, and his eyes darted around as he quickly thought of this question.
"Well, yes, my grandson is sick. He cries and makes a fuss every night, and it just won't stop..."
"Crying every night? That's a common condition known as night crying in children."
Lu Zhi was taken aback for a moment, then overjoyed, saying, "Do you have a solution?"
"Well, I'm a doctor too, of course I understand. How about I take a look at your grandson? I can't guarantee a cure, but there's an 80-90% chance it won't be a problem."
Lu Ze straightened his body, almost patting his chest to show his determination. Lu Zhi had power and influence; if he could cure his grandson, it would definitely be beneficial—at least there would be no shortage of red envelopes.
"Great! That's wonderful! Then it's settled! By the way... what do you go by?"
Lu Ze's face turned red as he said, "My name is Lu Ze, and I am the Deputy Chief Physician of Pediatrics."
"Dr. Lu, let's hurry inside. Whether my grandson is saved depends on you."
Watching Lu Ze being pulled into the ward by Lu Zhi, the Ancient Sorcerer scratched his head and said, "Sister, how did you end up with such a fool here?"
"What can we do? Let's go in and take a look; we can't let him mess things up."
The Ancient Sorcerer followed Gu Fei into the ward, eager to see how someone like Lu Ze diagnosed patients.
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