Asher Cheng was sitting in the clinic. The sky outside the window was very overcast. The wind made all the leaves and branches bend like a Japanese restaurant. It was estimated that there would be a rainstorm.
I was in a bad mood today. I was scolded by my family members in the morning and again in the afternoon.
A teenage boy twisted his ankle and walked well but kept complaining about the pain. Asher Cheng examined him and took an X-ray, but found no bone injury. The boy's mother was very distressed and insisted that it was a bone injury. Asher Cheng showed her the X-ray and explained for a long time, and suggested that if the pain was severe and he couldn't walk, he should do an MRI to check the ligament.
"Alright, alright, alright, stop using these professional terms on me. I don't understand!" The mother helped the boy out of the clinic, half-shouting with a look of dissatisfaction, "I'm going to make an appointment with the director! Young doctors don't care about treating patients properly, they just want to make patients spend money!"
Asher Cheng smiled and said nothing.
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