A Goddess’s Diagnosis

The hospital lobby was, for once, relatively calm.

Doctors bustled through the corridors, nurses handled paperwork, and patients sat waiting for their appointments. A typical afternoon.

And then, Su Yan walked in.

And all sense of normalcy died instantly.

An Unexpected Entrance

It wasn't just that she was beautiful.

It wasn't just that she carried herself with absolute confidence, as if she owned the hospital despite not working here.

It was the fact that the moment she stepped inside, she immediately did something outrageous.

She stopped.

Turned her head slightly—as if sensing something.

And then, without hesitation, she marched straight toward one of the patients waiting near the reception desk.

A middle-aged man, late forties, flipping through a magazine, looking completely normal.

She stopped in front of him.

Tilted her head.

And then, in the calmest, most casual tone, she ruined his entire day.

"You need emergency surgery. Right now."

The Nurses Panic

The reception nurse, a young woman named Lisa, visibly froze.

"E-excuse me?" She stammered.

The patient blinked, lowering his magazine. "I do?"

Su Yan nodded.

"Yes. Internal bleeding. If you don't get to the OR within the next hour, you'll probably die."

Silence.

Lisa, the receptionist, looked between Su Yan and the patient, clearly unsure whether to intervene or run for her life.

"Uh… Miss, do you… work here?"

"No," Su Yan said easily. "But I'm still right."

Lisa let out a tiny, terrified squeak.

The Doctors Get Involved

Unfortunately for Lisa, the scene had already drawn attention.

From the other end of the lobby, Dr. Wallace and Dr. Evans were walking past when they noticed the commotion.

They exchanged glances.

Wallace sighed. "Let me guess."

Evans nodded grimly. "It's her."

They approached.

Wallace crossed his arms. "Alright, what's going on here?"

Lisa practically threw herself at them. "Dr. Wallace! Dr. Evans! I—I don't know what to do—she just walked in and said this man needs emergency surgery—"

Evans glanced at the patient, who looked completely fine.

No visible distress. No signs of pain.

Evans frowned. "Sir, are you feeling unwell?"

The man shrugged. "Not really. Came in for some mild discomfort, but nothing serious."

Lisa nodded frantically. "See? He's fine! He was literally reading a magazine!"

Everyone turned back to Su Yan.

Who simply stared at them like they were all incredibly slow.

"He's not fine."

Wallace sighed. "And you know this how?"

"Because I do."

Evans rubbed his forehead. "You can't just walk in and—"

Su Yan turned to the patient.

"Sir, if you trust your instincts, you'll go home. If you trust me, you'll go to surgery. If you trust these guys, you'll probably die in your sleep. Your choice."

The entire lobby went silent.

Lisa looked seconds away from fainting.

Wallace and Evans looked two seconds away from throwing her out of the hospital.

And the patient?

The patient suddenly looked very, very nervous.

"…Maybe I should get checked."

Wallace sighed. "Fine. But if this turns out to be nothing—"

Su Yan smiled.

"It won't."

And just like that, she dragged an entire surgical team into a case they hadn't even known existed.

And the worst part?

She was going to be right.

The Patient Is Prepped

Despite the sheer absurdity of the situation, Dr. Wallace and Dr. Evans had no choice but to follow procedure.

Because while Su Yan's methods were unorthodox, her confidence was disturbingly absolute.

And now, the patient, who had previously been perfectly content reading a magazine, looked like a man who had just been told his entire existence was a lie.

Lisa, the poor reception nurse, was still struggling to process reality as Wallace barked out instructions.

"Get him to radiology, full abdominal CT with contrast. Now."

Lisa bolted.

As the hospital staff scrambled, Evans turned to Su Yan with a look of exasperation.

"And what exactly do you think he has?"

Su Yan blinked. "A slow abdominal aortic aneurysm. It's been leaking for at least a week."

Wallace froze.

Evans inhaled sharply.

Patel, who had just arrived, nearly dropped his coffee.

Because of that?

That was not a minor condition.

That was a ticking time bomb.

And if she was right…

"…If you knew that, why didn't you just say so immediately?" Evans asked, massaging his temples.

Su Yan tilted her head. "I did."

Wallace groaned.

The CT Scan Results

Twenty minutes later.

In the radiology department, the doctors stared at the CT scan.

The diagnosis was unmistakable.

A slowly expanding abdominal aortic aneurysm.

Subtle leakage.

Not enough to cause immediate symptoms, but enough that—had they waited another day—

It would have ruptured.

The patient would have died.

Patel finally spoke, his voice quiet. "…She was right."

Evans muttered a long string of curses.

Wallace, meanwhile, just looked deeply resigned. "…Of course she was."

The room fell into silence.

And then Patel, still staring at the scan, asked the one question no one wanted to say out loud.

"…How?"

Because diagnosing something this early was almost impossible.

Even for a specialist.

Even for a team of specialists.

But she had walked into the hospital, glanced at the man, and known.

Instantly.

Without scans. Without tests. Without hesitation.

That wasn't human.

Wallace sighed. "At this point, I don't even want to know."

Evans nodded. "Yeah. I'm done questioning it."

Patel glanced between them. "…So what now?"

Wallace stood up.

"We prep for surgery."

Back at the OR

Less than an hour later, the patient was being prepped for emergency vascular surgery.

And once again, I was called in.

When I entered the operating theatre, Evans just sighed and muttered, "Your girlfriend's insane."

I smirked. "She does have a habit of being right."

Wallace, already scrubbing in, rolled his eyes. "If this happens again, we're giving her a department."

Patel deadpanned. "If this happens again, I'm putting in for early retirement."

Despite the sarcasm, one thing was clear.

No one was doubting Su Yan anymore.

And as I put on my gloves, preparing to assist, I couldn't help but think—

She was going to have way too much fun with this.