Healing Doctor

Chapter 124 Finger Examination...

"Teacher," Ji Xiang called out hurriedly.

"What's wrong?"

"Is there any good treatment for benign prostatic hyperplasia?" Ji Xiang asked. "I just accompanied Director Liu on his outpatient rounds and we met a patient whose mood seemed a bit off."

"Oh, you've encountered a special patient?" the system NPC asked.

"It's not particularly special, but I just feel like there's something wrong with his emotions."

The system NPC thought for a moment, looked up at Ji Xiang, and asked with a smile, "Shall we give it a try?"

Ji Xiang had already anticipated this, and he nodded.

Prostate issues are another key treatment area for urologists in primary hospitals, besides foreskin problems.

Although Ji Xiang's surgical skills improved rapidly, he did not want to miss such a large organ.

In the future, when I encounter similar patients, I will have more and richer clinical experience.

It was like when I first saw Director Liu mysteriously telling a patient, "Me too."

Director Liu was incredibly handsome back then. In Ji Xiang's opinion, his communication skills with patients were at least at level 7.

Seeing that Ji Xiang agreed, the system NPC led him into the second operating room.

With flickering light and shadow, Ji Xiang opened his eyes again and found himself sitting on a chair outside the outpatient clinic, waiting to be seen.

He checked it immediately and felt no discomfort at all, but Ji Xiang was not careless.

When I had urinary tract stones, I didn't feel anything and everything was normal before the onset of symptoms. But once the symptoms appeared, the pain was unbearable.

The most painful thing is that even my girlfriend can't understand me.

This inability to empathize left a deep impression on Ji Xiang.

He sat silently in the chair, recalling his own memories.

Actually, it's nothing much. "I" am a 35-year-old white-collar worker, a graduate of a prestigious university, who joined a big company after graduation.

Everything went smoothly for me, and I made a lot of money before I turned 30. While I wouldn't say I'm financially independent, I could definitely afford a 150-square-meter apartment within the Third Ring Road of Beijing.

She married her childhood sweetheart and had a daughter; her life could be described as perfect and fulfilling.

A year ago, "I" noticed that I had symptoms such as delayed urination, difficulty urinating, and dribbling when urinating. These symptoms did not seem very serious, so I did not pay attention to them.

This is a common situation for middle-aged men, and "he" didn't pay attention to it at the time.

Perhaps due to prolonged sitting, or perhaps due to genetic issues, a chronic minor ailment progressed rapidly within a year, resulting in an inability to urinate even after standing for ten minutes.

Even if I can urinate, it's only a little bit.

It feels like it's gone, but it's still there; it feels like it's there, but it doesn't actually exist.

"Itself" doesn't even know if it exists or not.

This vague and ethereal feeling left "myself" very confused, especially as the impact on my life became increasingly severe.

After researching a lot of information online, I decided to come to the hospital for a checkup.

This is a well-known large-scale tertiary hospital in Beijing, famous for its urology department.

The way "I" handled things was perfect, even down to every step after I got sick.

Ji Xiang smiled and waited quietly for his name to be called.

"He" was holding a bottle of purified water, but didn't drink any, presumably because he was afraid that drinking too much water would cause him to feel the urge to urinate.

Standing in the bathroom for ten minutes without being able to urinate at all, while people were coming and going around, made me feel very embarrassed.

This should be one of the top professional hospitals in China for treating urological diseases. The only downside is that there are too many patients, so you have to wait a long time.

Ji Xiang wasn't in a hurry. It was a hundred times better than Da Hai going to a urology hospital and being dragged step by step into the abyss like a lamb to the slaughter.

Ji Xiang waited quietly, feeling a little thirsty, but he forced himself to endure it.

Ji Xiang wasn't a masochist; he didn't want to stand at the urinal for ten minutes, experiencing the feeling of something coming and not coming, leaving and not leaving.

If he was really thirsty, Ji Xiang would just take a small sip of water to moisten his lips, and even if he needed to urinate, he would save it until he got home.

Sitting on the toilet while scrolling through your phone and waiting, although it increases the risk of anorectal diseases, is still better than standing in a public restroom listening to others urinate while your own urine drips.

After waiting for a full three hours, even though Ji Xiang was a resident physician and a reserve physician who knew the importance of outpatient services, his patience gradually ran out.

When his name was finally called, Ji Xiang got up and walked into the clinic.

The outpatient doctor was a burly man in his thirties with dark skin; it would be more accurate to say he was both dark-skinned and strong.

After taking his medical history, the burly doctor said, "It's a very typical case of benign prostatic hyperplasia. I'll do a digital rectal exam, send a sample of prostatic fluid for testing, and I'll prescribe medication once the results are in."

"Doctor, should I have surgery or just take medicine?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Don't worry, let's wait for the test results."

The burly doctor clicked to pay, the printer started working, and spit out a bunch of forms.

The conditions at top hospitals in China are still good; the medical card is linked to the medical insurance card, so payment can be made directly without having to make another trip.

Ji Xiang found it very convenient.

"Go over there." The burly doctor stood up, pointed to the examination bed, and casually pulled the curtain closed.

He then went to the door, closed it, and locked it.

Upon hearing the lock click, Ji Xiang suddenly felt a sense of fear.

Although I knew I was at a reputable hospital, one of the top hospitals in the country, a sense of inexplicable fear still lingered.

Especially in small, private spaces.

"Doctor, what are you going to do?" Ji Xiang asked timidly in a low voice.

"Take prostate fluid," the burly doctor said expressionlessly.

He must have seen similar situations many times before, so he's long been used to it.

Ji Xiang looked at the locked door. The burly doctor explained calmly, "What if someone suddenly barges in while I'm doing a digital rectal exam and scares you? If it's a female patient's family member, they might sue you for harassment. These are all unnecessary troubles."

"..." Ji Xiang was speechless.

"Hurry up, there are still 22 patients ahead of us. We won't be able to have lunch again today." The burly doctor sighed. "Everyone tells me not to give out so many appointments, but it always happens."

"Doctors, you must earn more if you see more patients, right?"

"You seem quite willing to chat."

The burly doctor calmly took out a shiny yellow plastic glove, put it on his left hand, and stretched out the edges.

Then I put another one on my right hand, stretching the edges and corners over and over again.

Ji Xiang was very familiar with every movement; he practiced finger examinations a lot while wearing gloves during his internship.

however!

but!

I am now a patient.

With the roles reversed, Ji Xiang experienced the feeling of having over 10,000 comments again.

Even knowing what the burly doctor was going to do, Ji Xiang still felt that he was going to do something to harm him.

Ji Xiang even felt like he was at the mercy of others.

"Take off your pants, kneel on the bed, and face me with your buttocks," the burly doctor said.

Emmm, if I said that online, I'd definitely get my account deleted, Ji Xiang thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)