Doctor: Picking Up Attributes in the Hospital

Chapter 551 - 425: A Self-Aware Left Hand?

2:30 PM.Special Clinic.

Zhao Heng sat in the clinic room. At this time, the afternoon consultations had already begun. To be honest, this special clinic was set up specifically for Zhao Heng.

Initially, only those with rare diseases or patients that were hard to redirect would come to Zhao Heng’s clinic.

However, as the number of patients Zhao Heng saw increased, it seemed almost like his treatment worked wonders, leading more and more people to specifically request appointments with him.

Just think, even someone as influential as Wang Lei sought Zhao Heng when his child got sick, so those who managed to get an appointment with Zhao Heng were considered quite fortunate.

Zhao Heng is very professional; although the patients come from different backgrounds, Zhao Heng treats everyone equally when it comes to diagnosing.

"How many this afternoon?"

Zhao Heng asked Tian Zhen, who was standing nearby.

Even though Tian Zhen was now the head nurse, she still accompanied Zhao Heng during his consultations—it had become a habit.

"They were all pre-booked, there are thirty patients to see this afternoon,"

Tian Zhen said slowly after checking her tablet.

Now, appointments were made online, and by the looks of it, appointments were scheduled up to the next month.

Since Zhao Heng didn’t do consultations every day, and at most only twice a week, his slots were even harder to book.

The hospital initially wanted to list Zhao Heng’s slots as expert appointments, but Zhao Heng thought it wasn’t necessary and preferred just a regular slot.

"Thirty sounds about right,"

Zhao Heng thought for a moment and said.

Each patient’s consultation usually took at least five to ten minutes, so in an hour, that’s about 5 to 10 patients. Seeing thirty in an afternoon was tight, but feasible.

Zhao Heng was meticulous in his consultations, with five minutes being the bare minimum. Anything less wouldn’t even qualify as a proper consultation.

Of course, there were exceptions like clients from Huaxia Life Insurance’s premium medical department, who would specially be allocated half an hour or even an hour, but of course they paid several million annually for medical consultations.

That’s just the way it is.

"You can bring in the patient now,"

Zhao Heng said to Tian Zhen after getting things in order.

"Alright,"

Tian Zhen nodded, and shortly after, she led in a young man with a worried expression. On his chin was a very noticeable, fresh healing scar that looked like it had been cut by something sharp.

As soon as the young man entered, Zhao Heng noticed something strange about him—he was tightly pressing down on his left hand with his right, as if his left hand was something uncontrollable and restless.

The left hand, seemingly not under the young man’s control, was covered with bruises and fresh scratches.

After the young man sat down, Tian Zhen couldn’t help but say, "You can let go of your hand, we’re in a hospital."

"Nurse, I can’t let go. If I do, it won’t listen to me anymore,"

the young man said with a worried expression.

A month ago, something strange happened to him: his left hand stopped listening to him. It wasn’t that it couldn’t move, but it seemingly had a mind of its own, doing whatever it wanted, not following orders anymore.

For example, when putting on pants, the right hand would pull up while the left hand pulled down. The two hands couldn’t work together to tie shoelaces, or the right hand would try to retrieve something from the left, and the left would refuse to let go.

This troubled and even frightened the young man immensely.

"What’s wrong?"

Zhao Heng saw the young man’s left hand was still trying to escape the right hand’s grip, despite being tightly held. While it was a rare case, Zhao Heng had some guesses about the young man’s problem.

"Doctor, my left hand won’t listen to me,"

The young man said in a very anxious and uneasy manner.

A month ago, when this problem first appeared, he went to many hospitals for help without any luck. After consulting with a Feng Shui master, he was told his left hand was possessed by a vengeful spirit and that it needed to be exorcised, or else disaster and misfortune would follow. Having grown up in a pragmatic environment, the young man was skeptical.

Luckily, a friend informed him about Zhao Heng at Eastern Hospital, a doctor specializing in rare and difficult conditions, and helped him schedule an appointment.

Today, the young man came to Zhao Heng’s clinic full of hope.

The idea that his left hand was haunted by a ghost—he just couldn’t bring himself to believe it!

"When did it start?"

Zhao Heng contemplated briefly and continued to ask.

"About a month ago, one morning when I got up to wash up, as I was shaving with a razor, suddenly my left hand moved uncontrollably and cut me—look, this is where it got me,"

The young man explained with great unease.

"Are there any other symptoms or behaviors?"

Zhao Heng asked further.

"I just can’t control my left hand. Sometimes it grabs things randomly, pulls at clothes, or suddenly slaps my face. When I see a pretty girl, my left hand moves uncontrollably towards her..."

At this point, the young man blushed slightly, but he was more concerned with getting well than his embarrassment.

His uncontrollable left hand was a real problem. Hitting himself was one thing, but when he saw a pretty girl, especially one with a good figure, his hand moved on its own.... This had already caused him trouble several times, with people accusing him of harassment. If it weren’t for medical records of ongoing treatment, with previous doctors even calling in to explain, he might have been locked up for a few weeks.