Healing Doctor

Chapter 142 High-Difficulty Empathy

"Boss, the last surgery went very well too," asked Ling Tian, ​​Ding Yifan's senior brother.

"Considering several points of failure, it's likely that the surgeon who performed the operation a couple of days ago used hemostatic forceps to tap his wrist," the old man said calmly. "This kind of operation is mostly done by the older generation; you rarely do it nowadays."

It's a rather crude method, but it's definitely effective.

Ling Tian nodded. "Boss, what's the next step?"

"Was the surgery performed by Zhao Xiangming from the Interventional Radiology Department of the Second Affiliated Hospital of Baihe Medical University?" the old man asked.

"yes!"

"It's strange that Baiyi University is not good at interventional surgery; the best interventional surgery in Northeast China is done by the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

"Boss, the timestamps seem to be consecutive. Did they cheat by changing the times?"

Hearing the murmurs of the crowd below, the old man paused, his cane still.

"Knock knock knock~"

The voice interrupted everyone's discussion.

"Ling Tian, ​​go to the Second Affiliated Hospital," the old man said. "Tell Zhao Xiangming to come over."

Ling Tian's hand stiffened slightly.

The boss not only wanted Zhao Xiangming to come, but also wanted him to come...

"Boss, he's almost retired, he doesn't have much potential," Ling Tian whispered, trying to dissuade him.

"Foolish!" the old man said disdainfully.

The demonstration room was completely silent.

The sun was gradually rising, and dawn was breaking, but dark clouds hung over everyone's hearts.

"His surgery was so good, it wouldn't be an insult for him to be my student," the old man said calmly. "Tell him to come here, first serve as a professor leading a group for six months, and then become the director of the third ward."

"!!!"

"!!!"

"!!!"

Countless eyes in the audience were red, whether from staying up all night or for some other reason, no one knew.

"Boss, what if he refuses?" Ling Feng asked.

He's the senior disciple, always by the boss's side, so he can speak more freely.

"If you don't want to do it, then just stay in the Second Affiliated Hospital and wait to retire. You won't have a place in the academic community of interventional medicine in China," the old man said domineeringly.

Indeed, he has the ability and the academic standing.

……

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After completing his training in the system's operating room, Ji Xiang performed the interventional surgery with ease, and it seemed that the system NPC was also very satisfied.

"Teacher, I feel that embolization followed by surgical resection is a reasonable approach, so why hasn't anyone wanted to do it for so many years?"

After Ji Xiang completed the surgery, he had only a little stamina left. Instead of rushing out, he chatted with the system NPC.

Ji Xiang has an increasingly profound understanding of this elderly gentleman, who must be a top expert in China or even internationally.

After finishing his work in the afternoon, Ji Xiang contacted his mother at the oilfield hospital to inquire about the local doctors' understanding and knowledge of diabetes research.

To Ji Xiang's surprise, the local doctor's opinion differed somewhat from that of the system NPC.

They knew this research was amazing, but nobody knew it would be this amazing! (Note)

Even local doctors, and those involved in the research, did not feel that they were conducting world-leading scientific research; their understanding of this differed from that of the system's NPCs.

It's likely that different perspectives lead to different conclusions; clearly, the system NPCs are positioned higher and have a broader view.

"The reasons are complicated, including competition for workload between departments, academic competition in compiling subject guidelines, and the health factors of the practitioners," the system NPC said. "Don't overthink it; it's not time for you to look up and see where you're going yet."

"Hehe." Ji Xiang took off his sterile gloves, picked up the lead apron and lead skirt that the system NPC had casually thrown on the ground, and hung them up.

The system NPC is very organized, but he has one habit—he always throws away his lead apron and skirt after each interventional surgery.

The "thud" of the lead apron hitting the ground had already ingrained in Ji Xiang's mind that it meant the surgery was successfully completed.

Like the drums of war.

Of course, it's only right to help the circulating nurses in the system with whatever you can.

In Ji Xiang's mind, they were all living, breathing people, not just a piece of data or a few lines of code.

"Teacher, I'm really looking forward to the surgery this weekend," Ji Xiang said.

"Indeed, the surgical training has given you dissections, so the tumor will shrink to some extent after embolization, there will be less bleeding, it will be easier to move, and the difficulty of the surgery will decrease dramatically."

"I still don't understand," Ji Xiang insisted.

"It takes time. Telling you too much would be like pulling up seedlings to help them grow. You should go back and rest first." The system NPC looked at Ji Xiang gently.

"Teacher, I want to experience it firsthand," Ji Xiang said.

"To truly empathize with cancer patients requires a meeting and approval," the system NPC said calmly, looking into Ji Xiang's eyes. "I'm afraid you won't be able to get over it."

"I'm fine, mentally healthy, and have no masochistic tendencies. I'm just curious about the actual benefits of this surgery!" Ji Xiang said firmly.

"Emmm..." The system NPC hesitated for the first time.

Ji Xiang didn't say much; he quietly looked at the system NPC.

Indeed, truly empathizing with cancer patients is a challenge.

The system makes the illnesses that you feel are all "minor" illnesses. Although the pain is unbearable when the illness occurs, you know in your heart that it is not a problem.

Ji Xiang had experienced death when his kidney ruptured and bled, but there are differences between different kinds of death, and he knew and understood that.

The system was very standardized, but there were things that Ji Xiang couldn't understand, so he insisted on going to see what was going on.

"Wait a moment, I'll go discuss it." After saying this, the system NPC walked out of the operating room with his hands behind his back and his back bent.

Ji Xiang helped the circulating nurse tidy up the operating room while waiting for the system NPC to return.

But this matter seemed to be a million times more troublesome than Ji Xiang had imagined. It took a long time for the system NPC to return.

"Dr. Xiao Ji, sign to confirm," the system NPC said. "Think carefully before you sign, and be prepared to accept the consequences."

"Teacher, I don't think there will be any problem." Ji Xiang was puzzled.

"Hehe." The system NPC shook its head. "When facing life and death, especially when hovering on the edge of life and death for years, one's mindset will change drastically."

"To put it simply, there are no specific statistics in clinical practice, but everyone agrees on one thing—half of cancer patients die from fear."

"Well……"

"This is different from the death caused by a ruptured kidney and bleeding, so please be careful," the system NPC earnestly advised.

A screen of light appeared in front of Ji Xiang, and this time he carefully looked at it from beginning to end.

But Ji Xiang did not hesitate and signed the document directly.

He inherited many of his parents' good qualities, but he was even more stubborn than his parents.

"Although the system has simplified things for you this time, you still need to be careful in everything you do," the system NPC reminded Ji Xiang after he signed the document.

With flashing lights, Ji Xiang opened his eyes and found that the doctor was giving him an ultrasound.

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Note: My friend and I both thought so before Academician Wang Chen came. Later, during the symposium, I hid in a corner and listened to Academician Wang Chen talk about how amazing this research was, and I was quite surprised.

(End of this chapter)