God's Descent in the Magical City

Chapter 4:Strange Phenomena

Dr. Wang was furious. He thought to himself, ever since returning from overseas training and joining this hospital, his status and background had earned him respect. He spent his days in administration, drinking tea, and reading newspapers—who would dare challenge him or say no?

If it weren't for the shortage of staff and his own fondness for clinical work, why would he even bother to come down and see patients?

He was astonished that a mere nurse dared to talk back to him. His face darkened unconsciously as he coldly asked, "I don't believe I've seen you before. Who pulled strings to get you in here? Don't you understand the rules at all?"

The young nurse, under Dr. Wang's sharp gaze, turned beet red with embarrassment. Her mind went blank, and she stood there frozen.

Dr. Wang continued in a stern voice, "Not willing to answer? Then why aren't you continuing with your work?"

The nurse trembled, unable to move forward.

Alei, puzzled, took his grandfather's hand and tugged, indicating, "Don't worry. Maybe you're just nervous. If this hand shocks you again, I'll cut it off immediately."

Dr. Wang suppressed a smile as he stared at the nurse.

Alei extended his hand, giving the nurse an encouraging look. The nurse cautiously touched Alei's hand and, finding nothing amiss, nervously knelt back down.

"Please make a fist."

She inserted the needle with precision. After seeing blood return, she smoothly advanced the needle a bit more.

"Please relax your fist."

She released the tourniquet, loosened the regulator, and fixed everything with tape in one swift motion. Truly a top student from a medical school.

Dr. Wang, holding the prescription slip, advised Grandpa Lei that this neurotrophic medication, which would help with a quick recovery, was an imported drug and very precious. He told him to go pay for it immediately and retrieve the medicine.

Upon hearing that it was a nutritional drug, imported and expensive, Alei grew nervous and urgently asked, "How much does this medicine cost? If it's too expensive, forget it." He motioned for his grandfather to show him the prescription slip.

Dr. Wang replied casually, "Not much, just a few thousand yuan."

Alei exclaimed, "What! A few thousand yuan and you call that not expensive? What kind of miracle drug costs that much?"

Traditionally, patients never haggle over medical fees—the doctor's word is final. "Gold has a price, but medicine is priceless." And now, this young man was claiming the medicine was too expensive. Having encountered two disrespectful youngsters in one day, Dr. Wang felt deeply frustrated, and his expression darkened further.

Forcing patience, he asked, "Do you remember how you got to the hospital? Can you recall being struck by lightning? What happened before that? Tell me everything."

Alei's heart skipped a beat. He had already planned his response before coming to the hospital, so he smoothly replied, "I don't remember a thing. Thinking about it makes my head hurt."

Dr. Wang, feeling triumphant, said, "Exactly. This medicine is designed to treat your post-concussion syndrome and restore your memory. If you don't take it, you're on your own!"

But a few thousand yuan!

Alei, still stubborn, snatched the prescription slip from his grandfather.

One look and he was stunned. The doctor's handwriting—was it English or Chinese? Was it some kind of secret code? Could Dr. Wang be skilled in wild cursive script? Despite being a high school graduate, Alei could hardly make out a single word. He tried to hide his embarrassment as he guessed at the indecipherable characters, his face turning red with frustration.