Healing Doctor

Chapter 10: Surprisingly, not a single patient needed a booster injection.

"Say something." Although Mo Chenggui felt somewhat helpless, his curiosity prevailed, and he spoke gently to the head nurse.

He didn't waste any time; after speaking, he immediately put on gloves and began disinfecting.

The students aren't acting like students, and the professors aren't acting like professors. What's going on today? The head nurse shook her head and turned to go to the postoperative observation room.

"It might hurt a little when it gets hard tomorrow morning, but don't be afraid or worried. The knot usually won't break."

"If you're really worried, you can come to the hospital to have your dressing changed."

"Just try to distract yourself and stop thinking about it. Don't worry so much that you have to open the pressure bandage to check; it would be bad if you got an infection."

In the postoperative observation room, Ji Xiang was explaining the postoperative condition to the patient. His words were gentle, as if the person who had undergone the surgery was his own family member. His emotions were sincere, which made the head nurse take notice.

The Second Affiliated Hospital of the Provincial Capital is a well-known large-scale public tertiary hospital in the province. The surgeons are so busy that they simply don't have time to talk to patients about their details.

Explain everything once. If the patient or their family can understand, great; if not, there's nothing we can do.

After all, there are so many patients waiting, who can "waste" all their time on just one patient?

If there's no time to perform surgery on subsequent patients, a heavy accusation of lacking medical ethics will immediately fall upon the doctor, crushing their otherwise small frame.

But this junior resident was as warm as a spring breeze. You could tell at a glance that he was a newbie in clinical practice and didn't know what was important.

Because they were so busy explaining the post-operative care to the patient, the surgery was delayed.

However, I was the same way when I first came to the clinic.

"Dr. Ji." The head nurse's voice softened slightly without her realizing it, as if she were speaking to her younger self when she first started working in the clinic.

"Hey, head nurse."

"The surgery is about to begin; Professor Mo wants you to go."

"Okay," Ji Xiang replied, then instructed the patient, "Relax, it won't hurt much. Just don't overthink it, and come to change the dressing on time."

The sound faded into the distance, and the figure disappeared.

The head nurse followed Ji Xiang, her feelings somewhat complicated, but she didn't say anything to him and simply returned to the operating room in silence.

She felt increasingly doubtful and curious.

Was the surgery really performed by Ji Xiang?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Even seasoned clinicians like Mo Chenggui, who have performed countless surgeries and whose surgical wounds weigh dozens of kilograms, cannot do it this quickly. How could a resident trainee possibly perform a surgery in ten minutes?

It's important to know that while circumcision is a simple procedure, hand suturing still takes 20-30 minutes.

If the patient is not sensitive to anesthetic drugs, the back-and-forth process will waste even more time.

The surgery was completed while we were talking; there must be something fishy going on.

Back in the operating room, Ji Xiang saw that Professor Mo had already finished disinfecting and was standing in the assistant's seat waiting for him. He was taken aback for a moment, then immediately bowed slightly, "Excuse me, Professor Mo, the patient and I..."

"Change your clothes and go on stage," Mo Chenggui said calmly.

Ji Xiang quickly washed his hands, changed his clothes, put on gloves, and went on stage.

Mo Chenggui slapped the syringe into his hand, and Ji Xiang began to administer anesthesia.

The head nurse and the nurse on duty watched without blinking.

The young man's technique was so skillful that if you didn't see his face, you would think he was a seasoned veteran performing surgery.

After the anesthesia was completed, the surgery began after one minute.

The surgery was performed smoothly and methodically, without any signs of frantic activity due to an excessive pursuit of speed.

And so, the second surgery was completed smoothly.

Ji Xiang hesitated for a moment, then Mo Chenggui took off his gloves and patted Ji Xiang on the shoulder, "Go and take the patient."

After the patient was taken away, the head nurse glanced at her watch, frowned, and asked, "Old Mo, the surgery on this child was excellent."

"What's so good about it?" Mo Chenggui asked in return.

"Making it easy."

These four words are almost the highest praise for a surgeon.

Mo Chenggui nodded in deep agreement.

"Doing it step by step, without using a sewing machine, yet so fast... Old Mo, I don't understand."

The most objective way to evaluate a doctor's skill level is through operating room nurses and anesthesiologists.

The head nurse had seen countless performances, but when it came to Ji Xiang, she said she didn't understand.

Mo Chenggui sighed, "To be honest, the surgery was done quickly because I was there. Every transition between movements was efficient, which saved a lot of time. But it can't be denied that this child is exceptionally talented; he performed the surgery almost as well as I did."

The head nurse did not laugh at Mo Chenggui.

She thought so too, but the last paragraph of Lao Mo's last sentence seemed to be self-praise.

Can I do it as well as him?

That young man performed the surgery much more efficiently than the old Mo. Even with Mo Chenggui and Colonel Wang working together, the surgery couldn't have been completed in about 10 minutes.

It's outrageous and insane that a reserve resident could perform surgery to this extent.

After Mo Chenggui finished speaking, he fell into deep thought.

He felt something was off, but today he saw a reserve resident perform surgery that was even better than his own. Mo Chenggui was restless and couldn't quite grasp the thought.

What exactly happened?

Mo Chenggui stopped joking and driving, and silently became an assistant, pondering the fleeting thoughts in his heart while cooperating with Ji Xiang in the surgery.

At 10:32 a.m., all twelve surgeries were completed.

Most of the time is spent on post-operative cleaning of the operating table, receiving patients, and other miscellaneous tasks.

After the surgery, which should have been the most relaxing time of the day, Mo Chenggui was still restless.

He didn't think that the complex emotions he felt weren't jealousy.

Although the Second Affiliated Hospital can only rank among the top fifteen in the country at best, he has seen quite a few genius doctors.

The laws of society dictate that those with ability will not necessarily receive their share of the pie.

Many of these geniuses fell from grace quickly, and some even gave up their doctoral degrees and abandoned medicine altogether.

What about Ji Xiang?

No, what exactly is this thought that's been bothering me?

Mo Chenggui chatted briefly with Ji Xiang, then told him to go find the visiting group from the Science and Education Department to prepare for tomorrow's exam.

After Ji Xiang left, Mo Chenggui helped the nurses tidy up the operating room, just like a junior doctor at the grassroots level.

"Old Mo, what's wrong with you today? Do you need something from me?" the head nurse asked with a smile.

Mo Chenggui shook his head and remained silent.

"What's wrong with you? You haven't said a word, and I'm so scared," the head nurse said. "Just say what's wrong, as long as you don't need to borrow money, anything is fine."

Mo Chenggui remained silent, tidying up the operating table.

The head nurse and the nurse on duty exchanged a puzzled look.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, a loud shout echoed in the operating room, startling the head nurse and the nurses on duty.

"Old Mo, you're insane."

"I know what went wrong with the surgery!"

Seeing Professor Mo's strange expression, the head nurse's heart began to pound wildly.

Was the surgery performed incorrectly? You definitely bear some responsibility.

The head nurse quickly recalled the process of the surgery and found no mistakes. What was Old Mo saying? It sounded strange.

"Old Mo, what's wrong?" the head nurse asked immediately.

"Did you notice? The patients are under anesthesia—all the patients!"

"Anesthesia? That's normal, intermittent infiltration anesthesia at the root. If there's anything special about it, the angle of each needle insertion is ingenious, but to be honest, I didn't understand it, I just thought it was nice," the head nurse said.

"No." Mo Chenggui had thought it through thoroughly, and he said firmly.

"???"

"Ji Xiang didn't administer any extra injections to the twelve patients!" Mo Chenggui exclaimed excitedly.

If the anesthesia is not effective, it is common to give an additional injection to the head; at least 20-40% of patients require this.

After being reminded by Mo Chenggui, the head nurse suddenly realized what was going on.

Of the twelve patients, none needed additional injections, and the anesthesia was quite effective. No wonder the surgery went so smoothly and quietly today.

When administering injections, many patients cry and scream, causing chaos in the operating room.

In the early years, when operating rooms were rudimentary, it was not uncommon for patients' family members outside to hear screams and kick down the door, or even suffer a heart attack.

Today's surgery went smoothly, not only because Mo Chenggui cooperated well, but also because the junior resident trainee "inadvertently" made the surgery simple.

This matter cannot be thought about too deeply; the more one thinks about it, the more terrifying it becomes for the head nurse.

Yes, it's terrifying.

It's unbelievable that a reserve resident could do something that even senior clinical professors couldn't.

"Could it be just good luck?" the head nurse asked.

Professor Mo's hands were a little numb; the large amount of dopamine had raised his blood pressure, making his face appear flushed.

"Good luck? Is it really just good luck?" Mo Chenggui pondered the head nurse's words, as if he were talking to himself.

Ji Xiang's surgical skills had exceeded Professor Mo's expectations. In order not to break his worldview, Professor Mo finally accepted this point—Ji Xiang was just lucky, so none of the 12 patients needed a booster injection.

Professor Mo sighed at his bad luck.

Luck is also a part of strength; Ji Xiang is very good and very powerful.

……

……

During his lunch break, Ji Xiang didn't complain about the fact that Professor Mo hadn't provided meals after performing surgeries all morning. Instead, he hid to the side and examined the changes on the system panel.

In just one night, my circumcision level reached LV4, and today's surgery went very smoothly.

Although he didn't say it at the time, Ji Xiang could tell from Professor Mo's words and actions that Professor Mo recognized his surgical skills.

In comparison, Ji Xiang felt that the long-term main quest was a bit hasty.

The task seemed simple, but Ji Xiang was slightly annoyed.

Although the system still listed the task reward as "unknown," Ji Xiang knew what kind of good reward a task that could be completed so easily could yield.

This is a bit of a shame. Ji Xiang plans to give his opinion and explain his attitude when he sees the system NPC again.

Even if it means experiencing it all over again myself...

The thought of feeling the same way sent a chill down Ji Xiang's spine.

The injection that followed was excruciating, like a bottle of fine wine or a song, ever-renewing and with a lingering aftertaste.

Ji Xiang composed himself, trying not to think about it, and continued to look at the system panel.

This morning, after upgrading my surgical technique, my circumcision skill reached level 4, but I only had a pitiful 120 experience points left.

He performed 12 surgeries. In reality, experience points are not awarded based on time, but rather 100 experience points are awarded to Ji Xiang for each surgery completed.

It turns out that training within the system yields one experience point per minute.

The 1320 experience points caught Ji Xiang's eye, making him feel that he was one step closer to the experience points needed to level up to level 5.

"That's settled then." After reading the changes to the system panel, Ji Xiang had an idea: either find a way to "boost" the number of surgeries and perfect "minor" surgeries.

This is just a circumcision. If it were the ultimate urological surgery—a kidney transplant—who knows what would happen to a level 9 patient.

Ji Xiang was filled with anticipation.

(End of this chapter)