Healing Doctor

Has Chapter 125 been released yet? (Bonus chapter for Alliance Leader Zhang Linmin x3)

"Don't be afraid." The burly doctor chuckled. "I won't do anything to you. Why are you shy, you grown man?"

It would have been better if he hadn't explained; the more he explained, the more frightened Ji Xiang became. It wasn't pure fear, but rather a mixture of extremely complex thoughts.

But he was there for treatment, he was a patient, Ji Xiang comforted himself.

He loosened his belt, pulled down his pants, and knelt on the examination bed.

A strange sense of shame welled up inside me.

"When you go out later, someone might try to add you on WeChat, saying they're a fellow patient. Don't believe them." The burly doctor started doing something, which Ji Xiang guessed was applying paraffin oil to disposable gloves.

Although I could predict every step, the sense of crisis in my heart was very real.

"If I encounter a similar patient when I make house calls, I must be gentle," Ji Xiang told himself.

"Doctor, what patient support group?" Ji Xiang tried his best to forget everything, to forget his fear.

"It's not good to say too much, just remember not to add anything."

As he was speaking, a sudden pain shot through him.

This pain was different from the pain of urinary tract stones; it wasn't excruciating. After a brief period of pain, Ji Xiang even felt like he was entering a state of enlightenment.

"Have you come out yet?"

"..."

"Have you come out yet?"

"..."

The burly doctor's question made Ji Xiang feel a little ashamed. He recalled that he had asked patients the same question when he was an intern.

If there is a next time, I must say more, and explain clearly even if there are many patients.

Ji Xiang thought to himself.

A glass slide was handed to Ji Xiang. A few seconds later, a few drops of wet, warm liquid flowed out. Ji Xiang tried his best to calm himself down and catch the liquid with the glass slide.

The doctor took the slide, placed it under the microscope, took off his gloves, and examined it for about ten seconds.

"It's alright," the burly doctor said. "I'll prescribe some medicine for you. Just take it according to the instructions when you get home."

"Is there anything I should be aware of?" Ji Xiang asked.

The burly doctor picked up a pre-printed sheet of paper from the table in the consultation room and handed it to Ji Xiang. Then he began to prescribe medicine on the computer.

1. Do not hold your urine for a long time. Holding your urine for a long time will affect the function of the bladder detrusor muscle, leading to damage to the bladder detrusor muscle and thus aggravating the condition of benign prostatic hyperplasia.

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The paper contained very detailed information, all of which Ji Xiang knew.

This approach is a bit cold and creates a strong sense of distance. There are still 22 patients outside, so there probably isn't enough time to explain things clearly to all of them.

As Ji Xiang watched, he mentally assessed the actions of the burly doctor.

The main reason is... Ji Xiang really doesn't want to recall the scene of kneeling on the examination bed just now.

How embarrassing.

The doctor stopped talking, and Ji Xiang knew that in his eyes, he belonged to the most common and not serious type of patient, and that even saying another word would be a waste of time.

After leaving the clinic, I prepared to pick up my medication and go home.

A middle-aged man walked over, his face kind.

"Hey bro, you have prostatitis too?"

Remembering the doctor's words, Ji Xiang nodded cautiously.

"We're all fellow patients, let's join a group," the middle-aged man said. "That way, if anyone finds a good treatment method, we'll have another way to find out."

That made sense, and Ji Xiang was tempted.

Furthermore, being in a system that evokes empathy, Ji Xiang had no inhibitions. He nodded, took out his phone, and scanned the QR code.

Scan the QR code to join the group. The middle-aged man smiled and said, "It's fate that we meet again."

After saying that, he turned and left, demonstrating a remarkable sense of boundaries between people.

Ji Xiang looked at the group with some confusion.

This is a large group with over 300 members, and the group name is a bit strange—Qian Gao.

What is Qian Gao?

Ji Xiang had never heard of this term before, but he had encountered terms like "high in the front and low in the back" in geography.

Ji Xiang didn't pay any attention, turned off his phone, got the medicine, and went home.

My partner took our daughter to summer camp, and the house was unusually quiet.

Ji Xiang also knew that the system was making him experience the suffering of benign prostatic hyperplasia, not making him feel like he had a home.

Finally home, Ji Xiang's tense heart immediately relaxed.

Dry mouth and throat, Ji Xiang drank a bottle of water, changed his clothes, and lay comfortably on the sofa waiting for the urge to urinate.

He is still young, and many of the words are from books, which he cannot understand.

For example, he could recite phrases like "frequent urination," "urgency," and "incomplete urination" by heart, but he didn't understand their specific meanings.

A few hours later, Ji Xiang understood...

He sat on the toilet at home for more than twenty minutes, feeling a constant dripping sensation, as if he would never be completely emptied.

Ji Xiang recalled a math problem he did in elementary school: a water outlet pipe and a water inlet pipe.

The problem I'm facing now is that water has been poured in ton after ton, but there's a problem with the outlet pipe.

At that moment, Ji Xiang understood perfectly the meaning behind the self-deprecating remark that urologists always jokingly refer to themselves as "drain cleaners."

It was indeed a clogged drain; with each drop, Ji Xiang could almost hear a "thud."

Sigh, although it doesn't have the near-death pain of urinary tract stones, this feeling of not being able to urinate and having a blocked "sewer" is just too uncomfortable.

Ji Xiang was bored out of his mind. His lower abdomen felt bloated, but he couldn't urinate. Luckily, he was at home. If he were in a public restroom and heard the people next to him finishing urinating while he was still trying to urinate, that feeling would be really awful.

Taking out his phone, since he wasn't in a hurry, Ji Xiang decided to scroll through his WeChat Moments to kill time.

Open WeChat, and you'll see a group that's been manually pinned to the top, with the number below the frame constantly increasing.

The group that was previously high.

Ji Xiang curiously clicked on the group chat and saw a string of congratulations, with some people even asking how he did it.

Scrolling up, Ji Xiang found the message that had initially caused a sensation.

I found it!

Congratulations! How does it feel?

When the front is high, the lower body is almost completely numb, the whole body is completely relaxed, and you don't need to exert any strength. It's like waves slowly washing over you.

My entire lower body felt like it was being torn apart, but it didn't hurt.

I felt as if I were floating in the air, completely exhausted, weightless. Every nerve in my body was relaxed and joyful, undisturbed by any distracting thoughts.

Is this yarn?

Ji Xiang silently observed the man's description, lost in thought.

[It felt like a cylindrical stream of air was being drawn into my lower body, rotating, shifting, moving away, and then pulling back. This captivating sensation lasted for over ten minutes; it was so incredibly pleasurable that I even laughed out loud.]

As Ji Xiang watched, he vaguely sensed that something was amiss.

As if the group had a virus, Ji Xiang immediately left and then opened the search page to look for the word "Qian Gao".

(End of this chapter)