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Chapter 52 Needlestick injuries 8

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    So because I couldn't hold back my anxiety to know the result, even though it took more than an hour to go to the hospital in the afternoon, I put down my studies and took the bus to the hospital.

    On the way, I imagined two possibilities, although there are only two possibilities.

    That is, I have syphilis, and I do not have syphilis.

    Maybe because I am a somewhat negative person, the joy of not getting syphilis was completely replaced by the sadness of getting syphilis when I was imagining.

    I think if it wasn't for the crowds on the bus, I would have just cried because I was so scared that I might have syphilis.

    Sometimes I wish that the needle that stabbed me was contaminated with the blood of a hepatitis B patient, so that even if I have not been vaccinated against hepatitis B, even if I have hepatitis B, I can continue to work and continue my postgraduate entrance examination.

    But what if I have syphilis?

    At that time, even if I do well in the exam, which school will admit me?

    And if things get out, how will my reputation change?

    What I know is that I got syphilis because I was pricked by a needle used by a syphilis patient, but what do you not know?

    Will they think that my private life is messed up and I have contracted this disease?

    It's horrible to have people talking about your mouth behind your back.

    I don't know what I will suffer in the future and what I will bear if I am really unfortunate enough to contract that disease.

    Therefore, the more I think about it, the more sad it becomes, and I desperately hope that the time will reach four o'clock in the afternoon, so that I can see the result sooner.

    But after the time was finally passed by me every minute and every second, I couldn't check on the machine whether I had any results to get because I didn't have a receipt for the outpatient registration blood draw queue.

    But fortunately, on the day of the blood draw, I was more careful. I took a photo of the barcode given to me by the medical examination center with my mobile phone, and then I took the photo into the blood draw room, told the teacher inside about my situation, and asked them  Check it out for me.

    But after checking, I heard that they didn't know where my blood went.

    Can you imagine the expression on my face when I heard those words?

    It's not the blood drawn through registration at the outpatient clinic, so I can't find it?

    Later they called and asked again, and they told me that the tube of blood had been sent to another hospital.

    What?

    I was stunned to hear their explanation.

    Here is where they draw blood for testing, but now they tell me that the blood was sent to another hospital?

    Both hospitals belong to the same hospital, and I am an intern in the Department of Western Medicine, but my blood is sent to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine for investigation. Why is this?

    Does it make any difference?

    The answer I got was that blood from the physical examination center must be sent to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine for examination.

    Well, I have nothing to say.

    I could only leave the hospital and return to school with more irritability than when I came, but when I returned to the hospital, I cried again.

    In fact, I don't know what I'm crying about.

    Are you afraid of getting syphilis, or are you sad that others don't care?

    But when I came back to get the results the next afternoon as told by the laboratory teacher, they told me that the results hadn't come out yet

    Now I was cursing in my heart, but I still frowned and left.

    Fortunately, I had bangs and a mask at that time, so the teacher in the laboratory probably didn't see the impatience on my face so clearly.

    Otherwise, I guess I will offend others.

    They are only responsible for the blood test of the Department of Western Medicine, so what does it have to do with the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine?

    It was my fault that I gave them my impatience without getting the result.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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