Chapter 32: The Condition Was So Bad That an Amputation Was Needed

Obviously, John was stirring up trouble.

If it were anyone else, all he would have gotten was a curse of "such a rascal" or something like that, followed by a slap in the face.

However, Tracy remained kind, tender, and gentle, as if she would never be angry.

With a personality like that, she would stand to lose.

Feeling sorry for making fun of Tracy—his second-eldest sister—he stopped joking and called Queenie, his eldest sister. He needed to tell her that he had come out of the casino safely, and also, he hoped that she would explain his identity for him.

Once she knew the truth, Tracy dropped the phone to the floor out of shock. Tears welled up in her eyes instantly.

No wonder she was so familiar with him; it was actually not her delusion.

They hugged each other and had a good chat about old times.

"Sis, do you remember when we were little kids and loved jumping to see who could jump farther? One time, you jumped too hard and accidentally ripped your crotch. I laughed at you, and you didn't talk to me for a few days because of that!" John said with a laugh.

Tracy didn't expect him to remember this, and she blushed, arguing, "Nonsense, that was your oldest sister."

"Come on! I haven't hung up yet. How can you say that? Mind your words, okay?" Queenie's cold voice came through the phone.

Tracy, realizing she was so excited that she forgot to hang up the phone, hurriedly corrected herself, "Then maybe I got it wrong. That would be the fourth-eldest sister..."

Then she picked up the phone from the floor and quickly hung up, leaving no chance for Queenie to be mad about her.

At this time, the journalist, a lovely beauty who was investigating the kidnapping case of King Gigi in Cambodia, had just received a shocking update.

Tracy and John continued their chat for a while, but suddenly, a father and son rushed in from outside. The father was in his forties, and his son appeared to be in his early twenties.

"Is Doctor Lynn here? Please come and check my father's arm. It's broken!" the young man said urgently after running into the Feazer Clinic.

The front and back parts of his father's left upper arm were twisted to a large extent, strongly suggesting that his arm was fractured.

Tracy immediately went up and said, "Sorry about that, but Doctor Lynn is not here. I'm on duty today. I can try to repair the broken bone and put it back in the correct position."

"Try?" The young man's voice became worried at once. "No, no. I don't trust you, a female doctor. I only want Doctor Lynn."

Generally, there is little difference between male and female doctors in the treatment of common diseases, but not in the case of orthopedic injuries, especially fracture repositioning. This kind of treatment requires proper manual strength, and many people believe that male doctors are better suited for this kind of task.

So it was understandable that the young man didn't trust her.

The clinic had three doctors, including Tracy. Among them, Doctor Lynn was the most famous. His full name was Quin Lynn.

The clinic always had the largest number of patients when Doctor Lynn was on duty, as many patients recognized and trusted him.

However, good reputation did not always equal great medical skills.

The reason why Quin Lynn was so popular was that he had once studied under the Master of Traditional Medicine, Dr. Holbrook. By boasting that he was a personal disciple of Dr. Holbrook, patients naturally trusted him.

That was also the reason why many traditional Chinese medicine hospitals would spend a great deal of money to re-employ those famous TCM doctors after their retirement—their fame meant a lot to the hospital.

In small clinics, the fame of a doctor was much more important. No matter how good Tracy was, it was difficult for her to attract patients without fame. Patients were more willing to turn to major hospitals than to such a small clinic for treatment.

So, Tracy had no choice but to hire Quin Lynn at a high price. The business of this clinic had gotten better since then.

This wasn't the first time she had faced such a situation.

"Well," Tracy said helplessly, "You can sit here and wait for a while. I'll call Doctor Lynn to see if he's available now."

Doctor Lynn had a bad temper. Even though he was the founder of the clinic, Tracy was a bit afraid of him as well.

As expected, as soon as the call was answered, Doctor Lynn on the other end of the line swore at her, to the effect that she should not bother him during his break time.

Feeling wronged, Tracy hung up the phone. She still tried to speak to the young man in a gentle tone, "Doctor Lynn is busy with other things now. Just let me handle this."

"No, no. I'd rather go farther away to an orthopedic hospital," the young man said, preparing to leave, supporting his father to stand up.

At this point, John came out and said, "If you don't trust a female doctor, then let me?"

"You?" The young man glanced at him suspiciously.

Tracy was about to say something, but she kept silent when she saw the look that John gave her.

"Yes, it's me. I'm the newly hired doctor at the clinic, and I specialize in orthopedic injuries."

"Alright. Please check my dad's arm!" The young man didn't doubt it.

John stepped forward and looked at the patient's arm. His expression suddenly turned serious.

"Right. I must say, this condition is quite critical."

"What's going on?" The young man became anxious at once.

"This is a severe dislocation of the elbow joint, compressing the ulnar nerve and causing dysfunction in finger joint movement," John explained.

"And?" the young man asked, his worry intensifying.

Thinking for a moment, John replied in a serious tone, "I'm afraid the condition is so bad that we may have to amputate the arm."

"Amputation?" The young man's eyes widened.

Tracy's face suddenly darkened as well. "How could he be talking about that? I've never heard anyone needing an amputation for a fracture," she thought to herself.

When John gave her that look just now, she thought he was truly knowledgeable about this and didn't expect him to be so reckless.

Tracy had always been serious about medical treatment. No matter how much she loved him as his older sister, she was a little disappointed.

Having disappeared for fifteen years, why had he changed so much and become so unreliable upon his return?

The young man cursed angrily, "What's wrong with you? Amputation? Are you mad?"

The patient was also angry and shouted with trembles, "Quack! Why make me suffer...?"

Crack!

Just at that moment, John pressed the patient's elbow joint quickly and completed the repositioning with impressive speed.

The patient was so angry that he didn't even feel any pain. The father and son were both stunned.

"Done?"