Gabriel turned his head and looked at Billings.
Billings felt his hackles rise under the stare. "What are you looking at me for? My diagnosis is correct."
He said that, but Wash's reaction still made Billings's heart pound with uncertainty.
'Could Hill really have cartilage damage?'
After all, he came from a surgical background; he definitely wasn't as specialized as orthopedic doctors like Wash or Chen Yu.
But a glance at Chen Yu, standing nearby, made Billings immediately dismiss his doubts.
'Even if I'm not an orthopedic specialist, I can't be worse than some rookie. There's no way I'd miss a simple case of cartilage damage.'
A few minutes later, Wash returned.
"By the way, what's your name?" Wash asked, walking up to Chen Yu.
"Chen Yu."
Wash nodded and showed Chen Yu the tablet in her hand.
It was Hill's MRI results.
"I'm sorry, Chen, it's not that I don't believe your diagnosis, but I really can't see any cartilage damage for Mr. Hill. Perhaps you can point out where the problem is."
Wash handed the tablet to Chen Yu.
Out of an abundance of caution, Wash had worried she might have made a mistake, so she had specifically gone back to re-examine the MRI results.
But the result was the same. Based on the scans alone, she couldn't find any sign of cartilage damage.
'I knew it.'
Billings let out a soft sigh of relief. See? His diagnosis wasn't wrong.
He strode over, pointed at the images on the tablet, and demanded aggressively, "You keep saying Grant has cartilage damage. Fine, then where is it? Where's the proof? Or are you suggesting the century-old Mayo Clinic made a mistake on its scans? Or perhaps a rookie who just got his medical license is more brilliant than doctors like us who have been practicing for ten, twenty, even thirty years?"
He fired off three consecutive questions, so agitated that he was practically spraying spit in Chen Yu's face.
Wash also watched Chen Yu without blinking.
She had a feeling there was some personal history between Billings and Chen Yu; otherwise, Billings wouldn't have reacted so intensely.
But what Billings said wasn't wrong, either.
'If you say Hill has cartilage damage, then you need to show some proof.'
They were all doctors; everything depended on the diagnostic results.
Besides, a person could make a diagnostic error, but the equipment couldn't be wrong.
Not to mention, the Mayo Clinic had the world's top-tier equipment. Cartilage damage wasn't some rare disease; there was no reason a scan would fail to detect it.
Chen Yu gritted his teeth and cursed inwardly.
'I want to show them the proof, too, but I need time!'
And this group of people obviously wasn't going to wait a week.
Gritting his teeth, Chen Yu said, "Twenty-four hours!"
"Give me twenty-four hours, and I will prove my diagnosis!"
The only way to prove his diagnosis now was to get the swelling in Hill's left ankle to go down as quickly as possible.
Three days had passed since Hill sprained his ankle.
Normally, his ankle would have already passed the acute phase and begun to slowly reduce in swelling.
'Perhaps I can use the system's therapeutic effects to speed up this process and get to a point where the cartilage damage is detectable.'
"Ha! You must be joking. Why should we give you twenty-four hours?" Billings sneered.
Wash also shook her head slightly.
She was actually quite curious as to why Chen Yu had made a diagnosis of cartilage damage.
But it seemed now that Chen Yu himself had no definitive proof.
As for proving it in twenty-four hours, she found that even harder to understand.
'Damage is damage. How could waiting twenty-four hours produce a different diagnostic result?'
Moreover, Hill was her patient; she wasn't about to hand him over to a strange doctor for treatment so easily.
"Alright."
Gabriel walked over. "Chen, I know you're Grant's friend, but what you're doing is only going to hurt him. This isn't what a friend should do."
Chen Yu's brows were tightly furrowed, and he said nothing.
Just then, a voice suddenly sounded from behind them. "Why don't we let Chen give it a try?"
It was Hill.
He was in his wheelchair, having returned to the examination room at some point.
He looked at Chen Yu and asked with a serious expression, "Chen, are you absolutely sure I have cartilage damage?"
"Of course."
'I saw it with my own eyes. What's there to be unsure about?'
"Alright!" Hill's gaze became resolute. "Chen, I believe you. What do you need to do?"
Over the past two days, Hill had been struggling internally.
On one hand, he felt Chen Yu was trustworthy.
On the other hand, although Gabriel and Billings kept trying to convince him that he was fine, deep down, Hill still had his doubts about them.
Especially after witnessing firsthand how unreliable Gabriel could be.
For example, leaving early today to deliberately ditch Chen Yu.
He had also gradually come to a realization: he was the patient. When a doctor says you have a problem, regardless of whether it's true or false, it's always right to find a way to get it checked out and confirmed.
Billings immediately grew anxious. "Grant, you can't trust him. His diagnosis is unreliable."
Hill glanced at Billings, thinking, 'Chen Yu is unreliable? And you are?'
'Didn't Hardaway end up in that mess because of you?'
"John, Joe, you don't need to say any more," Hill interrupted them, his tone firm. "This is my own decision, and I need to be responsible for my ankle! Besides, Chen said he only needs twenty-four hours. If he can prove I have cartilage damage, that's for the best—we can get a correct diagnosis for my ankle. And even if he can't prove it, there's no loss for me."
It was only twenty-four hours, after all.
Billings cursed under his breath, his face tightening as he fell silent.
Gabriel looked at Hill, then at Chen Yu, and nodded helplessly.
He couldn't ignore Hill's stance.
Still, he couldn't help but wonder, 'What kind of magic potion did Chen Yu give Hill to make him so trusting?'
Wash sighed and said, "Mr. Hill, if this is your decision, then I respect it. Chen, how do you plan to prove it? Do you need my cooperation?"
Chen Yu glanced at Hill.
'The guy finally came to his senses for once.'
"I do," Chen Yu nodded. "Please admit Grant first and prepare a room for him. Then, I'll need to prescribe some medication for him."
Wash nodded, then added, "However, I'll need to approve your prescribed medication. He is my patient, and I am responsible for him."
"No problem."
Chen Yu nodded.
At this point, there was nothing more Gabriel and Billings could say.
For her part, Wash quickly arranged for Hill's admission.
Chen Yu also wrote a prescription.
"Diclofenac sodium?"
Wash took the prescription, glanced at it, and agreed without much thought.
It was an anti-inflammatory and analgesic drug; she would have prescribed the same thing herself.
"I need to go prepare some things."
After watching Hill take the medicine, Chen Yu left immediately.
Western medicine's primary treatment for swelling from a sprained ankle is rest and cold compresses, combined with painkillers, allowing the affected area to heal on its own.
This was unlike Traditional Chinese Medicine, which had a wide selection of drugs to promote blood circulation and resolve blood stasis.
And besides medication, there were many other options.
For example, massage, Acupuncture, Moxibustion, and topical plasters.
'I only have twenty-four hours. I'll have to use a multi-pronged approach and leverage the system's therapeutic effects to get the swelling down for Hill as quickly as possible.'