Merchant and doctor

Chapter 1929 Patients' Complaints Should Not Be Blindly Trusted

After the male chef left, during the break between calls, the two female interns kept winking at the male intern surnamed Shang, urging him to quickly consult the restaurant owner—just to see a doctor! Why insist on pursuing the responsibility for the "murder weapon" that injured the chef?!

This is so revolutionary!

"Teacher...can I ask a question?" the male intern surnamed Shang murmured.

"Hehe... You three find it a bit unbelievable that you'd have to pursue medical liability for the 'murder weapon' just for treating an external injury?! Is that what you mean?" Bian Mu asked with a smile.

In this way, the four of them, teachers and students, did not rush to call the next patient to come in for treatment.

The three young interns nodded vigorously in unison, eagerly hoping that the curator would give a detailed explanation.

"Let me ask you a question first: how credible do you think the patients' chief complaints are? You can answer with a percentage!" Bian Mu asked with a smile.

"Well... it's probably at least 80%?" The male intern surnamed Shang, whose seat was closest to Bian Mu, responded immediately.

"People these days are complicated, especially some female patients. For example, they care about their image and are hesitant to speak. If you can be 70% trustworthy, that's good enough. 80%? Do you think they're all your classmates?" At the end, the female intern surnamed Fan couldn't help but tease Shang.

Bian Mu smiled without saying a word, not in a hurry to comment.

The last female intern was always quite calm and reserved, and she always stayed last when things came up. Today was no exception. After thinking it over carefully for a long time, she still spoke last.

"Teacher! In terms of complexity, modern diseases... are far more advanced than in earlier historical periods. Most patients have relatively low levels of medical literacy. While searching for medical information online through search engines has become commonplace,... they lack a systematic understanding of medicine. Such superficial searching can sometimes be counterproductive! Right? So... the credibility of a patient's complaint is probably only about 60%!" Although she spoke last, the Liu female intern's reply was significantly more valuable.

Bian Mu smiled and nodded gently.

"Based on our clinic... and the clinical practice of previous clinics, private hospitals, and county public hospitals, the objective truthfulness of patients' complaints is at most a little over 70%. Mathematically speaking, it generally doesn't exceed 73.5%. This is the result of repeated calculations by our school of traditional Chinese medicine, not something made up. I'll explain the specific reasoning process to you in detail another day when I have time. The male chef's complaint just now can't even be evaluated in terms of objective truthfulness because he lied!" Bian Mu concluded with a smile.

what? !

The three young interns were stunned and didn't say a word.

"He was afraid we wouldn't believe him, so he deliberately fabricated some very specific details. For example, the boning knife was extremely sharp. In the future, when you accumulate enough clinical experience, you'll be able to spot it at a glance. The external injury on his finger was reversed midway. You're young, and your families usually spoil you, so you probably don't have much kitchen experience. The sharpness of the boning knife used by professional chefs is beyond your imagination. And, did you notice? He's left-handed. Even if he was distracted for a moment, wouldn't the wound slip and turn twice in a row? A spiral wound?!" Bian Mu stopped talking at this point.

“Oh! He really did injure his right hand. So he’s left-handed! No wonder…” the female intern surnamed Fan replied in realization.

"What if he reacted quickly enough and stopped as soon as he felt the pain? Because the blade was so sharp, in the frantic process of withdrawing the knife... the direction of the blade got messed up, so... the wound isn't so neat and uniform?!" The male intern surnamed Shang wasn't entirely convinced by Bian Mu's explanation and casually questioned it. "Pshaw! How many seconds does it take for pain to be transmitted?! How many seconds does it take for the bioelectric current to conduct and stop a dangerous action?! In a thunderstorm, do you hear the thunder first or see the lightning first?! Are you out of your mind?! His medical record says he's 39 years old. Even if he started working in his 20s, he must have at least ten years of work experience! Didn't you hear him say that he also trains apprentices?! How could he be rusty with the knife techniques unique to the kitchen?! The way he sheathes his knife! Teacher! I heard that the best chefs in the kitchen like to show off with their knives, right?" The female intern surnamed Fan teased him with a laugh.

"Hehe...more or less! Professional chefs do have a certain skill in sheathing their knives, which is quite different from how we use kitchen knives to cut vegetables at home. Also, the wound on his hand hasn't completely healed; it's a false heal. Why? Because there's a foreign object inside, a foreign object that's hard to see with the naked eye. It's because of this foreign object that the scar on his hand is raised to a certain height, and it does look a bit unpleasant at first glance," Bian Mu replied with a smile.

"Oh...then...what kind of sharp object might have injured his finger?!" asked the usually quiet female intern surnamed Liu.

"Why don't you three guess first!" Bian Mu said with a smile, keeping the other person in suspense, and then clicked the mouse to call the next female patient.

……

The male chef did not show up again until lunchtime.

After guessing wildly for a while, the three young interns surrounded Bian Mu as soon as they got off work, asking him what sharp object had injured the male chef.

"No rush to find the answer! You three work very hard usually, so I'll treat you to lunch today, Xiao Shang! Go upstairs and greet Dr. Gong and Dr. Luo. Autumn has arrived, let's have some hand-pulled lamb chops! 'Grassland Family,' reserve a table first!" Bian Mu greeted them with a smile.

A burst of cheers erupted, and the male intern surnamed Shang immediately rushed upstairs to inform teachers Gong and Luo.

……

At the "Grassland Family" branch, the six of them, including Bian Mu, sat at a table on the first floor. They ordered most of the dishes and chatted and laughed as they ate.

Bian Mu first explained how he took the patient's pulse, and then spent a long time explaining the relevant technical details. Dr. Gong could understand the general idea, and although Luo Zhanqi could not do it yet, he could still understand some of the basic medical principles. As a result, the two listened very attentively.

Although the three young interns listened attentively, they considered their medical skills too mediocre and believed they would never have the opportunity to "take someone's pulse" in their lifetime, so they just listened and let it go.

Afterwards, Bian Mu gave a few simple demonstrations, and the business exchange came to an end.

Turning back, Bian Mu said to the three young interns sitting opposite him, "Getting impatient, huh? Hehe... That chef's hand injury was from a fruit knife cut. Luckily, he reacted quickly, otherwise, some nerves would have been severed by the other party."

Huh?! You guessed, fine, but you guessed so accurately?! It's like you witnessed it yourself, it's unbelievable.

"What?! You don't believe me?! He probably got into a fight somewhere, and the other person just grabbed a fruit knife to scare him. He thought he was good with knives because he plays with them all the time, and even tried to take the knife away from the other person. But the other person was even more aggressive than him and just stabbed him. They got into a brief struggle, and before they knew it, that's how it happened. The fruit knife hadn't been used for long, and the blade was covered in fruit juice residue, and it was a mix of different kinds of fruit. That's how he got infected." Bian Mu explained with a smile.

Hearing this, the three young interns were still somewhat skeptical.