I'm Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl

Chapter 722: Successful Discharge

Chapter 722: Successful Discharge

I asked Dr. Yu why he was still treating me now that Ai ShuQiao had given up on me, and he thought I was stupid for asking that question.

“Hmph, a patient who I’ve seen cannot die because of my mistakes. I don’t care if he’s a saint or a criminal, as long as there is a glimmer of hope for a cure, I will never give up.”

I was just about to express how I was touched by Dr. Yu’s medical ethics, but he followed up with, “When I rescued a mine victim in Angola, his whole family had been killed by a mine, so he pulled out his oxygen tube several times and tried to refuse treatment to commit suicide, even so, I tied him up and eventually cured him.”

“In the end, after he was cured, he still insulted me to my face and said that I was a demon who actually wouldn’t let him follow his family to heaven. I slipped him a pistol and told him to find a place where I couldn’t see him to kill himself if he wanted to, and that would have nothing to do with my medical skills…”

So patient is only a tool for you to prove your own medical skills? I thought you cared a lot about humanity, but you’re the same as a watch repairman. If you break a watch you were supposed to repair, then you will be ridiculed by your peers. So the reason why you don’t let your patients easily die is because you don’t want to be ridiculed by your peers, and to satisfy your own ego.

I heard later from Peng TouSi that Dr. Yu did give a pistol to a patient who had recovered from surgery in Angola, but the pistol was loaded with paint ball bullets and not real bullets. Even if the patient decided to kill himself, he could only get a face full of paint and perhaps think more about the meaning of his life after calming down.

Of course, if he still insists on committing suicide, then anything you say to him would be useless.

Ai Mi, who happened to find out about it, sat with her feet crossed on the operating table in the infirmary and said to her personal doctor, Dr. Yu, “I guess you still have a Buddha’s heart.”

Dr. Yu, who was not a lolicon, treated a cracked nail on Ai Mi’s little toe with disinterest, and frowned as he said:

“Of course, if I didn’t give him a fake gun with paint balls, with how emotional he was, what would I do if he shot directly at me? I’m a doctor, not Buddha. I’m not enlightened to the point where I would easily give up my own life.”

Apparently, the patient who was saved by Dr. Yu did not kill himself with the imitation gun. After thinking about it, he finally realized, “It’s the government’s fault that my family was killed by a mine, and that I can’t follow them to heaven, it’s all the government’s fault.”

So he turned his life around and joined the anti-government guerrillas. The imitation gun in his hand was replaced by a real gun, he has been fighting bravely on the front lines, and his rank is about to rise to Major.

Since Dr. Yu didn’t care if someone was good or evil, didn’t care about the cost, and didn’t care about the patient’s own wishes to be cured, he may be even more concerned about the disease than I am.

“It’s not only me, my colleague also swore to cure you, he’ll die if you don’t die… no, I mean if you die he also dies. I just don’t believe that two of the Three Musketeers of Stanford University won’t be able to cure you…”

I was suddenly curious: “Dr. Yu, you mentioned the ‘Three Musketeers of Stanford University’. I know you are one, then the ‘Poison King’ is one, then who’s the other one?”

“Oh him.” Dr. Yu made a bitter face, “There’s something wrong with his head, it’s the type I can’t even cure. He was already warned several times in school for the organization of illegal clubs. After graduation, his problem has become more serious, and he’s a disgrace among the Three Musketeers. If it wasn’t because the Two Musketeers sounds unpleasant, I would not have been willing to be juxtaposed next to him.”

He said as he took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He did not light it because he did not smoke in front of his patients, and it seems that Chen YingRan also has this habit.

By the way, since Dr. Yu was busy doing research over the weekend and didn’t have the time, he didn’t go to Chen YingRan’s house to propose.

In order to make sure I could be discharged, Dr. Yu performed several tolerance tests on my heart.

The first was a sudden loud noise behind me to test whether I would be scared into having a heart attack.

It was trivial compared to my many days of training. I can now even watch horror movies while keeping a relatively low heartbeat.

The second was for me to do ten quick squats in a row, as well as running on the treadmill at full speed for two minutes.

I also fulfilled my targets and did not trigger a heart attack. I think I could even increase the speed a bit more if I wasn’t on a treadmill, as long as it didn’t take more than 3 minutes.

Thirdly, when I was unprepared, Dr. Yu suddenly held up a mature porn magazine right in front of me. The color page in front of me was none other than a nude, provocative, large-breasted model.

“How about this, this is the last test.” Dr. Yu was very serious and shouted, “I’m almost about to have a heart attack when I look at this picture, so can you can withstand it? If you can’t withstand it, tell me, there’s no shame, I will rescue you.”

I think you’re the one who should feel shame. Can I say the magazine simply does not meet my aesthetics?

Because I passed several tests, especially because I did not have an attack in front of the picture of the mature women’s magazine, Dr. Yu agreed to my request to be discharged.

Ai Mi was quite reluctant, but she also specially held a farewell dinner for me. She looked very spiritless during the dinner, but she was slightly relieved after I repeatedly promised I will still come over to see her as soon as I have free time.

Compared to my sister, Peng TouSi showed his reluctant feelings without restrain. He regretted wasting too much time at Film City and not spending time with me to develop feelings. It looks like he was about to hug my shoulders and cry.

“You guys don’t have to be disappointed.” Dr. Yu said to them at the table, “Ye Lin will come at least twice a week for a physical checkup, so there will be plenty of opportunities to meet in the future… huh, this cow seems to have had an enlarged gall bladder…”

Can you not give a medical diagnosis of the steak in your plate? They have already been cooked, so you can’t being them back to life regardless of your skills.

There’s no such thing as an unending banquet, so even though Ai Mi and Peng TouSi were reluctant to part ways, I still moved back home to live after dinner.

I was used to the spaciousness of room 103, so when I suddenly went back, it felt like the three rooms plus one living room was slightly small… but living with dad, the feeling of having relatives around, is a feeling that can’t be replaced.

It’s not that Ai Mi isn’t a relative, but she has been busy recently filming, so she would often come home tired and flop on her bed, so we didn’t talk much.

Even if the martial arts director, Auntie Ren, temporarily stopped work, Ai Mi still couldn’t stop. In addition to martial arts scenes, there were still many scenes to act. Those scenes were quite verbose and you had to be dressed in heavy prop costumes, so they weren’t much easier than martial arts scenes.

“He said in order to pursue a realistic effect, we have to use real metal shoulder armor…” Ai Mi was face down her on the bed, as she said her muffled complaint, “It’s because I scolded the director the other day, so he’s using this chance to retaliate against me, my mother also wouldn’t stand up for me…”

Ai Mi asked me to go to the bedroom in room 101 to keep her company several times, using the excuse that she was physically tired and unwilling to move. She even made an excessive request that I hold her to sleep, which almost gave me a heart attack.

So it’s better to stay by dad’s side, it will be less stressful.

“Xiao Lin, you’re cured?” My dad was delighted that I was able to come home, and asked as he unconsciously glanced at my pants.

So you listened to Dr. Yu and really thought I had impotence, there’s no need to worry, father.

I let my dad know that there were no major problems with my health, and finally got him to stop asking.

“By the way Xiao Lin, you were telling me a couple days ago about a Su DongPo who wanted to take a stake in the online store…”

“It’s Shu Dongbo, dad, I generally call him ‘Uncle Fireball’.”

“Eh, I remember the ID Uncle Fireball, didn’t he buy a lot of things from our online store? It’s often the same style of erotic underwear, he would buy 3 or 4 sets…”

He actually only bought one! Buying 3 or 4 was the secret code, meaning that the “model” would have to wear this underwear, then sell it for 3 or 4 times of the original price.

“Well… we’re running a business, so who cares what others do with the lingerie they buy. Uncle Fireball must think we have a reputable online store as a customer, so he wants a piece of the business.”

It’s ironic that Uncle Fireball was scammed by a trap’s worn underwear, so he wants to make the “Happy Valley Adult Goods Store” bigger and stronger, to spread fake goods all over the world and get revenge on society.

“Anyway, the ‘Southland Red Berries’ customer service account is now in the hands of Uncle Fireball. He will contact the customers and handle orders, so you can just collect the money.”

“Xiao Lin, didn’t you lend that customer service account to a classmate who wished to learn online store business? How did it end up in the hands of Uncle Fireball?”

“It’s because Uncle Fireball happens to be my classmate’s uncle. Why are you reluctant to part with one customer service account, don’t we still have ‘Donkey Kong’, ‘Mario’, and ‘Lilac’ as the three other customer service accounts.”

Dad scratched his head, “That’s true, but it feels like you guys are selling some strange stuff behind my back…”

“What’s so strange?” I didn’t have any basis, but tried to remain calm, “Uncle Fireball, Shu DongBo, he…”

“Wait.” My dad suddenly remembered, “Uncle Fireball’s surname is Shu, and he’s the uncle of a classmate, so isn’t your class leader the only one with a last name of Shu?”

“Don’t… don’t tell me the classmate who wished to learn the online store operation was your class leader? You actually let a girl help us run the adult goods store?”

“Your class leader seemed so serious and even did an in home visit to scold me because I let you participate in the operation of the online store… how did she end up working for our online store?”

As he made more speculations, my dad’s voice gradually began to tremble.

“Xiao Lin, you’re not forcing her, right? About those model pictures on our online store page, you said you found it online for free and asked an expert to photoshop it…”

“I suddenly realized that the model looks a bit like your class leader! When I went to the hotel to write teaching materials, what methods did you use to coerce your class leader, and what did you make her do?”