God's Descent in the Magical City

Chapter 5:Medical Dispute

The young nurse quickly picked up the prescription and the medication from the table and rushed to Bed 24. She found a woman holding a crying child.

The nurse gently coaxed the child, "Be brave, little one. Give your hand to sister." She grasped the child's hand, swiftly searching for a vein.

But the child's throat was hoarse from crying, and he struggled desperately. His veins were tiny, sparse, and deep. The first attempt missed, and the child cried out in pain, his wails growing louder. The nurse paused, her face already glistening with sweat.

The child's mother anxiously asked, "Can't we skip the IV and just give him some medicine?"

The nurse patiently explained that the IV wouldn't cause any harm and that intravenous antiviral treatment would work faster, bringing the fever down more quickly.

She re-tightened the rubber band around the child's wrist, lightly tapping the back of his hand to stimulate the veins, making them easier to see and access.

But the tapping only made the child cry harder.

"Hey, you useless fool, just wasting time and hurting my kid! Get out of here!" a deep, rough voice bellowed.

The nurse looked up to see a large, burly man standing in front of the child. He wore sunglasses, and his dark, reddish face was marred by a twisted scar that twitched with his sneer. He reeked of alcohol and belched loudly, filling the air with the stench of booze.

The nurse instinctively stepped back, overwhelmed by the smell. She tried to explain, "Why are you yelling? Let me try another method."

"Yelling? I'm gonna smack you!" the man growled.

Without warning, he raised his hand and swung it at the nurse.

"Slap!"

The force of the blow knocked the nurse's mask off. She quickly covered her face, holding back tears as she protested, "What's wrong with you? How can you just hit people?"

Hearing the commotion, Dr. Wang rushed over from his office.

"What's going on here? How can you be so aggressive? It's hard to find veins in children, especially when they're crying. Instead of comforting your child, you start hitting people," Dr. Wang scolded.

The burly man, eyes full of malice, snarled, "So what if I hit her? She hurt my kid's hand and made him cry. Keep talking, and I'll smack you too. Don't believe me?"

Dr. Wang tried to reason, "She's the best nurse we have, her skills are top-notch—"

Before he could finish, the man swung at him too.

The nurse, moving with unexpected speed, stepped in front of Dr. Wang and took the blow, stumbling and falling to the ground.

The noise drew the attention of everyone in the ward. People stopped what they were doing and gathered around, most too frightened to intervene, though some looked on with silent anger.

Dr. Wang knew that it wasn't uncommon for nurses to be blamed when an IV insertion went wrong. Complaints and scoldings were part of the job. In situations like this, they usually had to accept it.

He patiently explained again, "Lightly tapping the back of the hand helps stimulate the veins, making it easier to insert the needle. It's a technique. If you don't understand, you can ask. If you're still not satisfied, you can file a complaint with the director's office. But you can't just start a drunken brawl and hit people."

"Bah!" The man spat his alcohol-laden breath in Dr. Wang's face. "You're just pretending to be smart, trying to smooth things over. Keep it up, and I'll knock your teeth out." He raised his hand for another slap.