Tormented by the task of job transition, Liu Banxia didn't even enjoy his lunch. When he returned, he eagerly watched the Emergency Department's entrance, ready to rush out to receive patients at any moment.
"Doctor, the film is out! I told you I was fine, but you didn't believe me," the taxi driver said, rushing over just as Liu Banxia was watching.
Liu Banxia took the film and examined it carefully. According to the results, everything was indeed normal. But he also trusted the symptoms he had observed.
"Uncle, although the CT scan didn't show anything, I'd like to order a contrast-enhanced head magnetic resonance imaging, or MRI, for you," Liu Banxia proposed after some thought.
"What? An MRI? I'm telling you, Doctor, we can't keep doing this!" the taxi driver exclaimed anxiously.
"Earlier, I said I didn't want a CT scan, but you made me get one. Even though the film showed no problems, I had to spend the money. I accepted it because I knew you meant well."
