Healing Doctor

Chapter 135 seems a bit off (Bonus chapter by Alliance Leader Zhang Linmin x5)

Zhao Xiangming was stunned.

His vision was blurry, and the stars were twinkling.

Who is this person next to me? Is it the old chief surgeon who taught me surgery years ago? No, it seems to be a resident trainee.

After the surgery was completed and the "superior doctor's gaze" skill ended, he finally regained consciousness.

What's wrong with me? Is it sleep paralysis? Where's the bed?

Or is it a case of being lost in a maze?

He walked off the operating table in a daze, turned around, and saw Ji Xiang removing the arterial sheath and applying pressure to stop the bleeding.

What had he just done? With this thought in mind, Zhao Xiangming didn't dwell on it; his mind was clear.

Whether it's a maze or not is not important; the most important thing is that the technical bottleneck that has plagued me for so many years has been broken!

When he first encountered a technical bottleneck, Zhao Xiangming was full of confidence and felt that he could definitely overcome the difficulties that the old director couldn't.

However, reality soon told him that this bottleneck was difficult to overcome and could even suppress him for a lifetime.

He had pondered this countless times over the past decade, but each time he had failed.

The young man's ambition faded and disappeared after each failure. It didn't matter if he didn't make a breakthrough in technique; after all, he could still perform surgery, and people in other departments would beg him to save the day.

Moreover, I have many surgeries to perform and am not short of work.

Although he doesn't earn as much money as the big shots in the cardiology department, Director Zhao is content.

Contentment brings happiness.

This regret seemed to have been thrown into a corner, gathering dust, and gradually forgotten by him.

It wasn't until today, through some inexplicable opportunity, that Zhao Xiangming broke through the technical bottleneck and shattered that ceiling, that he realized he had never forgotten this matter.

I walked out of the operating room with mixed feelings.

"Director Zhao, you're amazing!" the technician exclaimed, his praise insincere. "Your skills have improved again!"

"Hahaha."

Although the intense sense of oppression didn't completely disappear after leaving Ji Xiang's side, it couldn't diminish Zhao Xiangming's sense of smugness.

He laughed heartily, feeling utterly exhilarated.

Director Liu silently watched Zhao Xiangming, his mind filled with countless questions.

The surgery was over, and that damn feeling quickly dissipated. What had I been doing? I was actually bending over and listening to a resident trainee give a lecture!

Why the hell am I hunched over, as if listening to the old doctor pointing out my medical records?

His doubts were interrupted by Zhao Xiangming's loud laughter.

"Director Zhao, what's going on here...?" Director Liu asked.

"I've improved, see? I've improved!" Zhao Xiangming said loudly. "The level of those directors in Beijing and Shanghai is just so-so now."

"!!!"

"Hey Lao Liu, did you see my surgery just now? Aren't I awesome?"

"I won't look."

Director Liu spoke with a smile, but Zhao Xiangming in front of him was somewhat blurry.

Before the surgery, he told Ji Xiang that he was honored, but Ji Xiang immediately retorted, "How honored are you?"

A similar statement could be made about a top domestic leader.

For example, if Old Gu gets angry, he'll definitely turn around and ask me this question when faced with my flattery.

But that's Dr. Gu, a top expert in urology in China.

Who is Ji Xiang? What gives him the right to say such things?

With a complex expression, Director Liu looked through the leaded glass at Ji Xiang, who was applying pressure to stop the bleeding.

This child is really strange.

He understands kidney removal and can even explain it to the patient in advance; he's more reliable than a 20-year-old, toothless dog.

The corpus cavernosum puncture was something even a seasoned urologist with decades of experience had never heard of, yet Ji Xiang was able to use it in emergency care.

Zhao Xiangming is usually arrogant and domineering. Everyone says behind his back that Old Zhao has been eating too much broth and his brain isn't working properly.

But Lao Zhao's skills are indeed quite good. Every time a pelvic fracture leads to hemorrhagic shock and requires emergency treatment, no one can help.

Even when his own family member underwent partial nephrectomy and was bleeding, Old Zhao had to step in to save him.

As he was asked for favors more and more often, Old Zhao became increasingly arrogant.

This arrogant guy, who seemed to be mentally ill, was completely obedient to Ji Xiang.

Adding to the previous phone call, Director Liu should have already received the answer, but he still felt that something was not right.

It seems that Chief Resident Xiao Wu has also made a breakthrough in laser lithotripsy; I often hear him talking about it with great pride lately.

Director Liu's gaze toward Ji Xiang grew increasingly deep and suspicious.

"Old Liu, admit a few more patients!" Zhao Xiangming patted Director Liu's shoulder forcefully, acting like a brother after having a few drinks. "I'll do the embolization first, then you can have the surgery in a few days!"

Director Liu wasn't that excited. He nodded, thinking to himself that he would go back and ask Chief Resident Xiao Wu what had happened.

Today's surgery went exceptionally smoothly. Originally, Director Liu was thinking that there would be no lunch, and he would be lucky if dinner was not delayed.

But who would have thought that after finishing three surgeries, there would still be more than half an hour before lunch?

Fifteen minutes later, he took Ji Xiang and the patient back to the ward.

Director Zhao sat happily in the technician's seat, watching his surgical procedure, completely absorbed and not even saying hello.

Director Liu didn't speak to Ji Xiang the whole way, and he vaguely felt a bit of fear towards this junior resident trainee.

Yeah, who wouldn't be afraid of that kind of bloodline suppression?

Director Liu was cautious throughout his life and never experienced the euphoria that comes with a breakthrough in his technical skills. The feeling of being stared at by a senior doctor, the suppression of his bloodline, and the transmission of information through his DNA remained unforgettable in his mind.

Back in the ward, I checked on the patients. All of them were doing well, with only minor discomfort, and no treatment was needed.

The embolization was successful; Director Liu knew that.

After instructing Ji Xiang to go eat and rest, Director Liu cautiously watched Ji Xiang leave before going to the chief resident's room.

"Xiao Wu, are you eating?" Director Liu said with a smile when he saw Mr. Wu quickly shoveling rice into his mouth.

"Director," Mr. Wu mumbled.

Director Liu placed his hand on General Manager Wu's shoulder and said, "Sit down and eat slowly, don't rush."

"you……"

"Eating too fast won't do, especially when you're the chief resident." Director Liu spoke gently, like a spring breeze. "Haven't you noticed that every chief resident gains 20 pounds within a year? Male doctors are okay, but female internal medicine doctors... hahaha, in recent years, some have even resigned to avoid gaining weight."

Mr. Wu chuckled.

"Take good care of yourself. I'm very pleased with how quickly your skills have improved lately," Director Liu said slowly, opening the window and taking a cigarette out of his white coat pocket.

When it comes to laser lithotripsy, Mr. Wu gets even more excited.

"Director, my laser lithotripsy is much better now!"

"Yes, when I was young, before I became the chief resident, my old doctor said that after becoming a chief resident, you need to be tempered in the fire to become a mature doctor. As long as there is progress, that's good."

As he spoke, Director Liu casually lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

A cool sensation traveled from the coccyx directly along the two sympathetic nerve trunks, passing through ganglia one after another, and reaching the back of the brain.

A wave of relief washed over me.

(End of this chapter)