Healing Doctor

Chapter 147 Mr. Wu is getting a little cocky.

After leaving the system space, Ji Xiang recalled the surgical process of the system NPC, and he still felt like he had a dream.

"Prepare the incision kit, local anesthetic, and syringe." Mr. Wu was preparing to incise and clean the sinus tract.

These small tasks are nothing to Mr. Wu.

It's just a little bit of a hassle.

Can you feel it? Ji Xiang reached out and pressed on the patient's left groin area. There was a slight difference between this area and the right side, but the difference was not significant.

Essentially, Ji Xiang knew that he had formed a preconceived notion after witnessing the surgery and miracles in the system's operating room, which is why he felt there was a problem.

If you don't know, you're unlikely to discover the problem.

Ji Xiang hesitated for a moment, originally preparing to load the gun and fire a shot at Boss Wu.

But he always felt uneasy, especially now that the patient's family was right there. What if Mr. Wu got angry and embarrassed?

Moreover, Ji Xiang doesn't want to use this skill all the time.

Mr. Wu seems to have Stockholm syndrome. Ji Xiang is worried that if he keeps giving Mr. Wu the "superior doctor's gaze," Mr. Wu might become attached to him.

"Mr. Wu," Ji Xiang said softly.

Mr. Wu paused, realizing something—was that strange feeling about to return?

From initial resistance to some resistance, Mr. Wu began to accept the feeling when he realized that his technical skills were actually improving little by little.

Even now, Mr. Wu himself has not realized that he feels a sense of joy deep down.

A sharp gaze, a way of speaking that starts with insults—come on, come on!

however,

Nothing happened.

Mr. Wu was somewhat puzzled. He shrugged his left shoulder and indeed felt no heavy, tangible pressure.

He turned his head in confusion and looked at Ji Xiang.

"May I ask for a favor?" Ji Xiang whispered.

"What's wrong?"

"Mr. Wu, I think there's a small problem." Ji Xiang tried to express his opinion in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

If Mr. Wu doesn't know what's good for him, then we'll have to give him a good thrashing.

We can't just watch patients be disabled for the rest of their lives.

But what Ji Xiang had hoped for didn't happen. Mr. Wu was quite sensible. Although he was a little confused, he still asked the nurse to prepare some things and took this opportunity to come out with Ji Xiang.

"Dr. Xiao Ji, what do you think is going on?" Mr. Wu asked cautiously.

He should be more cautious about everything that happened before.

Ji Xiang turned around and saw the patient's family member standing at the door, looking haggard and worn out. He gave them a wink.

Mr. Wu understood and took Ji Xiang to his duty room.

After closing the door, Ji Xiang said seriously, "Mr. Wu, I just touched the patient's groin and felt something inside."

"Things?" Mr. Wu was taken aback, then burst into laughter. "It's the subcutaneous fat layer, the inguinal lymph nodes. You've touched the wrong thing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Wu's expression turned slightly strange.

Logically, he didn't believe the patient would have any other problems. This wasn't a rare or difficult case; it was a trauma patient whose fate was uncertain.

But deep down, a little voice inside Mr. Wu was screaming, practically grabbing his ear and telling him he had to listen to Ji Xiang.

"Yes, there is a problem," Ji Xiang replied confidently.

The surgical points will be loaded in the next second. If Mr. Wu doesn't listen, I'll give him a shot.

But it only took Mr. Wu's expression to change from relaxed to serious in a second, even faster than Ji Xiang loading his gun.

"Is that so? Let me touch it. It looked fine just now," Mr. Wu said cautiously.

But after he finished speaking, he didn't turn around and leave. Instead, he stood there, seemingly pondering something.

Ji Xiang did not disturb Mr. Wu's thinking and waited quietly.

"I... I'll go touch it." Mr. Wu repeated himself, then turned and left.

His movements were slow, but his pace gradually quickened on the way to the treatment room until it returned to normal.

"Where's General Manager Wu? Hurry up and clean the wound." A voice came from the treatment room.

It was Professor Zheng, who was on the second line today. He just happened to be passing by and saw the patient.

The urologist sees many patients like this; it's just bad luck for the patient. Hopefully, plastic surgery will become available in the future. The surgery does exist now, but I doubt the patient can afford it.

Then we'll do the most basic treatment.

"Professor Zheng, I just examined the patient and I think there's something wrong with him." General Manager Wu walked into the treatment room and reported to the second-line professor.

"You can start working first, call me if you need help," Professor Zheng said magnanimously, sensing that Mr. Wu was worried about Dou Daoqing's condition.

Mr. Wu didn't say anything, but walked to the patient's side and placed his hands on the patient's groins.

Upon closer inspection, it seems like there's a problem, yet it also seems like there isn't.

Mr. Wu felt a sense of relief; it was Dr. Ji who had made a mistake! But then a little voice inside him was shouting, reminding him to be careful.

"You can start working now," Professor Zheng smiled. "Hurry up, I have something to do."

He reminded Mr. Wu not to delay his meal.

Second-line on-call staff are generally not at the hospital, since there are always inpatients there.

Some hospitals call chief resident "second-line" and on-call professor "third-line." This is a difference in rules, but what they have in common is that on-call professors generally don't have any major issues.

This is a special case. Although the treatment of sinus tracts seems simple, it is easy to not clean them thoroughly without experience, leaving hidden dangers.

Professor Zheng was also cautious.

Mr. Wu breathed a sigh of relief. "Professor Zheng, I'll take the patient for an ultrasound."

"An ultrasound?" Professor Zheng looked at President Wu as if he were an idiot.

"Just a quick facial recognition scan," Mr. Wu said. "Don't worry if nothing's wrong, but if something does..."

"How could anything be wrong? Do you think there's a large abscess down there?"

Mr. Wu was speechless.

Professor Zheng's logic was correct, but the tearing feeling in Mr. Wu's heart surged up again.

He hesitated for a moment, but when he thought about his progress in laser lithotripsy and how patients with air embolism were cured with just one bottle of erythromycin ointment, he immediately made up his mind.

"I'll take the patient to get a scan right away, very soon," Mr. Wu said repeatedly.

Professor Zheng was at a loss. He shook his head, wondering what evil had gotten into Mr. Wu.

Less than twenty minutes later, Professor Zheng received a call from General Manager Wu, who suspected that the patient had a problem under his left groin. It didn't look like fat, but he couldn't tell what it was. He was preparing to go to the general surgery operating room.

Professor Zheng was furious upon hearing this news.

What the hell is going on?!

Professor Zheng angrily pushed open the door to the director's office.

"Director, Mr. Wu's work is getting increasingly problematic," Professor Zheng said. "He's been able to remove the lithotripsy himself lately, and I thought he was making progress, but look at him!"

"What's wrong?" Director Liu looked up and asked, puzzled.

Professor Zheng explained the patient's condition to Director Liu.

"Just treat the urinary retention and clean the subcutaneous sinus tract. It's a very simple job, but General Wu insisted on going to the general surgery operating room!" Professor Zheng was very angry. He had a stern face. "I think General Wu is getting a little arrogant."

(End of this chapter)