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Did she really not understand the Collins family’s financial situation? The entire extended
family relied on Zach’s modest salary. Did she honestly think I was desperate to continue
this penny–pinching lifestyle?
She thought Zach had just made an “little mistake“? What she didn’t know was that Amber wasn’t exactly exclusive with Zach!
She had no idea that it wasn’t Zach who wanted to “fight” with me–I was the one who filed
for divorce! I had documented every instance of his infidelity and asset–hiding, line by line.
I had hired a lawyer and prepared all the evidence, demanding Zach leave with nothing but
the clothes on his back
I didn’t say any of this. There was no point wasting breath on this delusional old woman.
With the divorce case at such a crucial stage, any emotional outburst could be weaponized by the opposing lawyer.
I took a deep breath, forced myself to calm down, and adopted a professional, emotionless tone: “Are you here today because you’re feeling unwell and need medical attention? If
you’re just here to discuss family matters, I’m afraid this isn’t convenient during my working hours.”
She seemed surprised by my cold response, hesitated for a moment, then remembered her
“real purpose” for coming.
Clutching her neck, her voice suddenly turned weak: “Oh my, look at me, I got so caught up scolding you that I almost forgot. My neck has been bothering me lately. Can you check if there’s something wrong growing in there?”
I patiently examined her, and the results came back quickly: thyroid nodules, TIRADS category 4, with significant malignancy risk.
The recommendation was surgical removal and pathological examination.
“Surgery?” Her eyes widened immediately. “Then Zach should do it! I don’t trust anyone else–only my son’s skills!”
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Zach specialized in thoracic surgery. For thyroid operations, especially those potentially involving malignant tumors, it would be better to have an experienced neck or thyroid specialist. However, the procedure itself wasn’t overly complex, and Zach’s skills were
adequate.
Most importantly, if she specifically wanted her son to do it, why should I stand in the way?
“That can be arranged,” I nodded. “I’ll schedule it.”
“One more thing!” she added. “Don’t tell Zach the patient is me!”
I looked at her, puzzled. “Why not?”
“Are you stupid? If he knows he’s operating on his mother, what if he gets nervous and his hand slips? I’m doing this for his own good! I don’t want him to have psychological pressure that affects his performance!”
Looking at her smugly cunning expression, I found the whole situation absurdly comical.
“I’m sorry, but we’re a proper hospital During registration, we directly read information
from the health insurance card–it can’t be modified.”
“Health insurance card…” Linda’s eyes shifted calculatingly, then she gave a cold laugh.
“Fine, I knew I couldn’t count on you. I’ll figure something out myself.”
I was more than happy for her not to “count on” me. I promptly opened the door, ushered
her out, and continued seeing my other patients.
Later, when a nurse mentioned someone named Linda Collins was scheduled for thyroid surgery, I simply said to assign Dr. Collins to the case and didn’t think more about it.
Looking back now, that junior nurse had a slight accent.
Linda Collins, Lisa Collins… the names were probably confused from the very beginning!
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