Surgery Godfather
Chapter 1298 - 988: Zhang Yidao_2

Chapter 1298: Chapter 988: Zhang Yidao_2

Yang Ping stood up to take a look alone, and Song Zimo immediately followed, with others trailing behind. Yang Ping waved his hand, "I’ll just take a look; you all go about your business."

Dong Guanghan was making a loud phone call in the ward because the plastic wrap of a takeout order he had placed was slightly damaged. Determined to have the merchant comp the meal and refund his money or else face a complaint and negative review, Dong Guanghan tenaciously argued his case until the seller agreed to comp the meal and also offered some snacks as an apology. It was clear: this was a man not to be trifled with. Satisfied with his win, Dong Guanghan settled back into the visitor’s chair, shaking his head contentedly.

Over here, Dong Guanghan haggled with the attending physician, "Doctor, can you make it a bit cheaper, maybe give a discount?"

The attending physician explained patiently, "Treating an illness isn’t like buying vegetables at a market; there’s no such thing as a discount or bargaining. We will try to keep costs down, so please don’t haggle with me anymore."

"Isn’t it the same thing, paying for a service? Aren’t we consumers, entitled to negotiate the price? The way you talk..." Dong Guanghan took advantage of the young doctor’s reluctance to offend patients.

The attending physician chuckled, "Mr. Dong, what I’m saying is the truth. No hospital in the country allows for bargaining; that’s just not how it works. I have already told you this more than a dozen times. You keep on bugging me with the same requests; isn’t that a waste of time? Your child is hospitalized, so it’s best to complete the examinations and move forward with the surgery. Why get tangled up in matters that are pointless?"

"Tangled up? Are you suggesting I am being unreasonable?" Dong Guanghan said angrily.

The attending physician offered a wry smile, "Let’s get your child’s tests done next, shall we? Our support staff will guide you."

"How much is the examination?" Dong Guanghan asked.

The attending physician hesitated, "I need to check the computer for the prices."

"You don’t know the price? You order all these tests without knowing the cost; do you think money grows on trees for me?" Dong Guanghan said furiously.

The attending physician responded helplessly, "I really don’t know. If you want to know, I can go check. Can we trust each other and you cooperate with us a little more? Don’t keep giving me a hard time for no reason."

"I’m the paying consumer; what’s wrong with asking a few extra questions? Giving you a hard time? This is me giving you a hard time?" Dong Guanghan raised his voice.

"Since you are the consumer, I apologize, but we won’t be doing business with you. I am not willing to offer our services to you; please pack up your belongings and leave the hospital. Seek someone more capable elsewhere; we refuse to do business with you," the attending physician said, unable to hold back his frustration, a show of the young doctor’s temper.

All day busy to the point of dizziness, barely having some time off, the doctor had planned to catch up on medical records, but dealing with a patient who was incessantly prattling on, unwilling to listen to anything said, stubbornly haggling, and acting all high and mighty as a consumer was too much.

Next to him, Dong Zhikai tugged at his father’s sleeve, wearing an extremely awkward smile on his face. Although just a child, he obviously understood that his father’s behavior was embarrassing and could not stand by without trying to intervene.

"What kind of attitude is that? We are your gods, your breadwinners; without us, you’d be left scoffing the northwest wind. You don’t have the patience after a few more questions, and I will complain to your superiors about you," Dong Guanghan declared fiercely.

"The doctor was quite polite just now; aren’t you just making trouble for nothing? You’ve kept him here haggling for half an hour; doctors are busy and it’s not just you who’s a patient," a patient from the next bed chimed in helpfully.

Dong Guanghan became even more heated, "What’s it got to do with you? Why are you butting in? I’m spending my money here, don’t I even have the right to bargain?"

"I don’t need to argue with you. Are you going to have the surgery or not? If so, please cooperate with us, complete the pre-surgery examinations. I’ve already said at least ten times—we don’t haggle here, no discounts. If you insist on wasting everyone’s time, or think you’re a god or consumer, like I said, feel free to arrange for a discharge at any time and go to another hospital. I don’t wish to waste another minute on you," the attending physician said gently but with clear articulation.

An attending physician casually has to manage over a dozen patients. On a normal day, there might be several or even more than a dozen surgeries, so busy that he doesn’t even have time to talk. If everyone was like Dong Guanghan, he wouldn’t get any work done, just become a full-time conversation partner.

"I’m going to complain to your superiors!" Dong Guanghan said menacingly.

"Complain to whom?" Yang Ping entered the room, followed by Song Zimo.

Seeing Yang Ping, Dong Guanghan’s previously angry and unsightly expression immediately shifted to a pleasant one, his body bending forward in a bow, "Not at all, Professor Yang; we were just joking around."

In fact, Yang Ping had overheard the commotion from afar and had a good idea of what was happening.

"Since you’re here, that indicates trust in us. If you trust us, please cooperate properly with the doctors and nurses. If you don’t trust us, you’re free to choose another hospital. We have a shortage of beds, and our doctors and nurses are very busy; they don’t have time to argue with you over meaningless things. Let’s be considerate of each other. Xiao Zhao, explain things to Mr. Dong again. If Mr. Dong still has doubts about us, proceed with the discharge quickly. We wouldn’t want to waste Mr. Dong’s time," Yang Ping instructed Doctor Zhao, who was in charge of the ward.

"No, no, no, it’s alright, we’ll cooperate, definitely cooperate," Dong Guanghan quickly grasped Doctor Zhao’s hand.

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Indeed, there had been quite a few surgeries at Guandu Hospital lately. An abdominal tumor patient needed an open surgery, and not having the means to go to a bigger hospital, Elderly Director brought in Director Zhang from the county. Averse to heat, Director Zhang wore jeans for the lower half of his body, and his upper body was bare under an old, slightly worn white gown, with some of the buttons not fully fastened, giving him a rugged appearance, somewhat akin to a butcher selling meat.