Healing Doctor

Chapter 126 A Living Person Dies from Holding in Urine (Bonus Chapter by Alliance Leader Yi Yang x3)

The explanations online completely changed Ji Xiang's worldview.

He remembered someone saying that they performed prostate massages on patients, and the patients became addicted, wanting to sign up for a card at the outpatient clinic to come back regularly for prostate massages from the urologist.

I thought it was a joke at the time, but I never expected to actually find so much information by searching for the top search results.

Fortunately, he left the group directly. Ji Xiang touched his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, even his bloated bladder didn't feel anything. Ji Xiang just felt that the burly, dark-skinned doctor at the outpatient clinic was truly a kind-hearted person.

His unintentional reminder to himself had a profound meaning!

Why make such a fuss over nothing when you're just going to the doctor? It's like you're just wasting your time.

After calming himself down, Ji Xiang suppressed his urge to try it several times, only to realize that his condition had worsened.

I used to be able to urinate after standing for ten minutes, but now I've been doing it for more than half an hour and there's been no effect at all.

It used to drip, but now there's not a single drop left.

One drop,

It's all gone.

"Damn it!" Ji Xiang cursed. He must have been startled just now, causing his hormones to malfunction.

What should I do? Ji Xiang thought worriedly.

I continued to calm myself down, but after another hour or so, it still didn't work.

Although the outlet is blocked, arterial blood entering the kidneys passes through the glomeruli and is filtered out by the semipermeable membrane to form primary urine.

Most of the ultrafiltrate is reabsorbed by the renal tubules and returned to the bloodstream, while the actual waste products and excess water eventually form urine.

The inlet was still working, and the normal kidney function seemed unaware that the outlet was blocked. However, the faucet at the outlet was tightly shut, and no water could flow out at all.

Ji Xiang was distressed because the math problem was flawed.

What should we do then?

The book says that in this situation, you should go to the hospital for a disposable catheterization; in severe cases, an indwelling catheter may be necessary, or even surgery may be required.

Fortunately, the surgery was minor, the green laser caused minimal bleeding, and the technique was very mature.

Having a background in urology, Ji Xiang could clearly recall the surgical principles in his mind.

Although you only feel the pain when the knife falls on you, the feeling of a living person dying from holding in their urine is even worse.

After waiting for another 3 hours, the renal tubules filtered out more blood, and the waste turned into urine and entered the bladder. The feeling of fullness became more and more intense, and Ji Xiang had no choice but to stand up from the toilet.

After sitting on the toilet for five or six hours, both of Ji Xiang's legs were sore. The moment he stood up, he swayed and almost fell.

At this moment, Ji Xiang was like a water bag filled with water. With each sway of his body, the sound of water splashing could be faintly heard.

But this water simply cannot be drained.

Ji Xiang made up his mind to go to the hospital and have a catheter inserted.

Both disposable catheters and indwelling catheters are acceptable.

Ji Xiang always thought it was a joke that a living person could die from holding in their urine, but he never expected that the more joking it was, the more cruel it would be when it happened to him.

He paused for a moment, and once his legs had recovered, Ji Xiang felt something was wrong as soon as he took a step.

The urge to urinate grew stronger due to the stretching of his muscles. Helpless, Ji Xiang had no choice but to return to the toilet.

When he sat down, he suddenly couldn't urinate.

Ji Xiang was about to explode with frustration. The main problem was the feeling of wanting to do something, having it right in front of him, but being unable to do it no matter what he said, which was infuriating.

After his attempt failed, Ji Xiang resolutely pulled up his pants, moved in an odd manner, and got on the elevator.

Go downstairs, take a taxi, and go to the hospital.

Countless times along the way, the urge to urinate struck, and each time Ji Xiang felt as if he had already wet his pants.

It's all an illusion! Ji Xiang is very strong-willed. He knows clearly that he has been sitting for so many hours without urinating. This is just an illusion caused by the urine stimulating the urethral sphincter!

Inner demons!

This is absolutely a demon in one's heart!!

I must get through this!!!

Otherwise, if you stand up or sit down on the toilet, you might not be able to get to the hospital by the time your bladder bursts.

Although Ji Xiang firmly believed that it was a mental demon and that there was no possibility of him being able to urinate, riding in the car was like suffering in hell.

Every slight bump on the road, one that he wouldn't normally feel, caused Ji Xiang excruciating pain.

It's not the pure pain of urinary tract stones, but rather the feeling of standing on the edge of wanting to urinate but being unable to, yet still feeling like you are urinating.

Ji Xiang was already immune to poop and pee jokes, but who knew that a living person could actually suffocate from holding it in.

Ji Xiang cursed the road administration department again and again, cursing every time there was a bump in the road.

Ji Xiang is usually good-tempered, gentle and kind, but when he is sick, he is a completely different person.

When he arrived at the hospital, the road administration department's office building had been leveled, leaving only ruins.

Ji Xiang moved with strange steps, trying to move the "water bag" as gently as possible. It took him several times longer than usual to get it to the hospital's emergency department again.

After explaining the situation, the nurse called the doctor.

That damn doctor actually used his hands to perform percussion!

At this moment, Ji Xiang hated percussion immensely, even though he knew he would do the same if he were in that situation.

When the doctor tapped his other hand on the fingers, a thumping sound came from the bladder, like the beating of a drum.

The urge to urinate was so strong that Ji Xiang almost died.

"We'll need a catheter," the doctor said. "It's rare to see someone so young with such a severe prostate problem."

After saying that, he drifted away as if Ji Xiang had never been sick.

The nurse prepares the catheter.

When she opened the disposable diaper bag, Ji Xiang finally saw hope.

Although the nurse was young, Ji Xiang showed no embarrassment, awkwardly cooperating with her to pull down his pants. Right now, all he could think about was turning on the tap; he had no other thoughts.

"You're incontinent? Don't you feel anything?" the nurse asked.

"..." Ji Xiang was stunned. Had he lost control of his bladder? He tried to get up to check, but the nurse pressed him down.

"It's normal, don't look at it, your stomach is all swollen. You just wet your pants, eight out of ten patients are like that." The nurse held the catheter and vigorously wiped it with a gauze soaked in paraffin oil.

"You're lucky. A few days ago, the anti-drug squad brought some people to have their urine tested, and one guy literally burst his bladder."

"!!!" Ji Xiang was curious and saw a glimmer of hope, so he relaxed a little. "Nurse, how could you have been holding it in?"

"You seem quite curious. Take care of yourself first," the nurse said. "Lie down properly. It might hurt a little for a moment, but it'll only be for a second."

As she spoke, she vigorously rubbed the catheter with paraffin oil again.

Ji Xiang closed his eyes, trying to distract himself so that he wouldn't cry out in embarrassment when the pain became too intense.

It's said that you can't trust any fart when you have diarrhea; now it's said that you can't trust any urge to urinate when you have benign prostatic hyperplasia.

Damn it, I said I couldn't pee at home no matter what, so how did I end up wetting my pants?

"Aww~~~"

As Ji Xiang was thinking, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his lower body.

It penetrates to the bone marrow and to the soul, shattering any words that cannot be trusted.

However, the temporary pain that Ji Xiang had imagined, and the pleasant feeling of urinating after the catheter was inserted, did not occur.

"Huh? What's going on?" the nurse exclaimed in surprise.

"Nurse, what's wrong?" Ji Xiang asked, his nose running and tears streaming down his face, as he mustered all his strength.

"Your condition is too severe; we can't insert the catheter," the nurse said helplessly. "I've already applied a lot of paraffin oil, and it still won't go in. It's impossible."

As she spoke, the nurse lifted the surgical area again and tried once more.

"Agh~~~" Ji Xiang's screams attracted the doctors.

"What happened? What's wrong?" the doctor asked.

"If you can't get it in, use a urethral probe."

A urethral probe is a special type of metal catheter.

It has the functions of dilating the urethra and detecting urethral tract problems.

Ji Xiang was aware of all this, but when it came to applying it to himself, he found it hard to accept.

At only 35 years old, even the most severe benign prostatic hyperplasia shouldn't be this serious.

However, all of Ji Xiang's doubts vanished in the pain of the doctor trying it again.

Use the urethral probe immediately! Hurry!!

"Hey, don't be nervous." Seeing that Ji Xiang's condition was more serious than he had imagined, the doctor's attitude towards Ji Xiang improved considerably.

The gentle words of comfort did not make Ji Xiang feel any better; he only hoped that it wouldn't hurt too much.

"When did this happen? I don't know anything about it," the nurse asked.

"I saw it the day before yesterday. The puppy was completely ravaged. To put it another way, if he had urinary tract stones, he could just pee them out."

"What do you mean?" The nurse was helping the doctor prepare things, her hands and feet moving quickly, her mind not on what the doctor was saying.

"4mm...6mm...no, it must be at least 10mm, that's still an underestimation. I think even stilettos could fit through."

"Wow!" the nurse exclaimed in surprise.

"They said they played something like 'Nine Dragons Searching for Pearls' with their aunt." The doctor shook his head.

"It will be much easier to get urinary tract stones in the future, as the stones can be urinated out directly."

"It's not the same, okay?" the doctor retorted. "Besides, when you get old and move into a nursing home, you'll be leaking urine every day. Won't the caregivers have to plug it up with a thermos stopper?"

"..."

Ji Xiang didn't listen at all; things like the Nine Dragons Searching for the Pearl had nothing to do with him.

I watched helplessly as the doctor inserted the metal urethral probe...

"Aww~~~"

This time, the screams were long and drawn out.

But a few seconds later, the doctor said in a deep voice, "Urine bag!"

As soon as the urine bag was connected, a wave of comfort rushed to Ji Xiang's brain.

Finally, finally

Finally, it's out!

The siren of an ambulance rang out.

At the same time, the voice of a nurse could be heard in the corridor.

"Old Wang, car accident victim, patient in shock, prepare for resuscitation!"

In an instant, Ji Xiang was forgotten and shoved into a corner of the emergency room. Immediately, a patient covered in blood was wheeled in, and the emergency room doctors and nurses began resuscitation efforts.

Having no longer felt the urge to urinate, Ji Xiang felt very comfortable. He quietly watched the emergency room doctors and nurses perform the resuscitation, his heart filled with emotion.

The colors in front of Ji Xiang grew increasingly intense, and just as he noticed them, a black curtain appeared.

(End of this chapter)