Chapter 1214: [1214] This is a place of joys and sorrows.

“Alright, you go.” Xin Yanjun readily agreed, allowing her to go outside alone to tend to the child patient and report back immediately if there was any issue.

The child’s grandmother looked at Xie Wanying. Any family member with a bit of observation could discern from her name badge that she was merely a medical student, which made her somewhat anxious. “Grandma, come over here and talk to me. What’s your grandson’s name? Which medical record is his? If there’s anything, I’ll help you contact the pediatrician.” Seeing the family member’s concerns, Xie Wanying proactively gestured for the elderly woman to approach and speak.

The grandmother understood that she wasn’t directly treating her grandson but was helping relay information to the doctors above. Relieved, she hurried over to the desk and reported, “My grandson’s name is Wei Wei.”

Alright, she found Wei Wei’s medical record. Holding the record in her hand, Xie Wanying addressed the aunt and the male patient’s relative, who were in the midst of the most heated debate: “Ma’am, the elderly lady lying outside might need to have her blood pressure checked, her body temperature taken, and an IV drip administered first. Should we arrange for a nurse to draw her blood and give her an injection right away?”

Mmm, mmm. This hypertensive patient’s family seemed accustomed to accompanying the patient to the emergency room. Otherwise, it’s unlikely they would’ve been involved in maneuvering to queue by grabbing the medical record ahead of time, as pointed out by the man earlier. Only family members familiar with the emergency room’s routines would know to do something like this.

Xie Wanying’s words undoubtedly struck a chord with this patient’s family member. The aunt, who had been highly adamant before and was firmly refusing, was no longer in such a hurry.

Xin Yanjun knew her intelligent student had hit the key points again with just a few sentences.

Seeing a doctor here was only the first step. Afterward, there was the waiting for medication, a nurse to administer injections and treatments—all of which also required lengthy waits. Now that a few steps of treatment could proceed simultaneously without queuing up for each item one by one, it was foreseeable that the family members would no longer oppose the arrangement.

“Help your father inside.” Seizing the opportunity, Xin Yanjun addressed the last male patient’s family member.

The other patients and family members watching felt reassured. As long as the patients ahead sorted out how to queue properly, it would eventually be their turn for treatment, so there was no need to feel anxious anymore.

Following this, most of the patients and family members left the room. Xin Yanjun flipped through the elderly lady’s medical record, reviewing her past medical history and her currently measured blood pressure readings. She called over a nurse, issued medical orders, and directed the nurse to help the elderly lady lying outside with blood work and injections. The aunt followed the nurse out.

The family member of Patient No. 2, the male relative, helped his father, who was experiencing abdominal pain and vomiting, into the consultation room.

As respiratory diseases were more prevalent in the autumn season, many respiratory illnesses were considered contagious. Xie Wanying put on a mask and gloves and let the child’s grandmother lead the way.

Along the way, bursts of crying echoed in the emergency room. However, it was definitely not just the child the grandmother mentioned who was crying. The crying sounds rose and fell, and it wasn’t only children crying—there were adults too.

The hospital emergency department was inherently the place where the joys and sorrows of human life were most concentrated. Crying was a very common occurrence.

Moreover, while the grandmother claimed her grandson was crying, Xie Wanying glanced at the patient’s age on the medical record cover. The grandmother’s grandson was noted as being ten years old. Ten-year-old children rarely came to the hospital crying and wailing. This could only indicate that the elderly woman was deliberately exaggerating her grandson’s symptoms, aiming for one purpose: to get the doctor’s attention and hopefully have the child seen sooner.

Walking onward, she saw a small boy slouched on a long bench in the emergency hallway, his face weary. He was wearing a blue-and-white elementary school uniform, a red necktie looped around his collar, and had a blue backpack resting next to him. It was likely he had come straight to the hospital with his grandmother after school, without even changing his clothes.