Healing Doctor

Chapter 155 The older brother said a few heartfelt words (Bonus chapter by Alliance Leader Yi Yang x9)

Director Liu invited them to sit down, but Ling Tian had no interest in the perfunctory manner of the director and went straight to asking Ji Xiang a few questions.

The question was also very straightforward, just as Ling Tiangang said—straight to the point, without any subtlety.

Although Ji Xiang didn't really like this person, he felt that he was too oppressive and arrogant, and Ji Xiang always wanted to say something to him.

However, he didn't hide the technical details, and Ji Xiang gave his understanding in detail.

Time passed slowly, and although Director Liu didn't know what the two were talking about, he understood that he was not up to the level of this kind of theoretical discussion.

It seems that I didn't overestimate Ji Xiang. In fact, no matter how much I "overestimated" him, I still underestimated this junior resident trainee in the end—that's the truth!

The two talked for nearly an hour, and some of the things they said later were even incomprehensible to Ding Yifan.

Ling Tian's gaze toward Ji Xiang became increasingly friendly and gentle. Finally, he stood up and looked at Ji Xiang seriously.

"Dr. Xiao Ji, on behalf of my boss, I'm inviting you to work in the hepatobiliary field in Shanghai," Ling Tian said earnestly.

"..."

"..."

Zhao Xiangming and Director Liu were both stunned.

Ding Yifan had a smile on his face, but there was a hint of unease behind the smile.

"I'm still a resident trainee." Ji Xiang paused for a moment.

"That's not a problem." Ling Tian extended his hand.

He believed that no one would refuse.

Ji Xiang felt something was off. He looked into Ling Tian's eyes, trying to read the other's emotions.

The other party's invitation was sincere, so there shouldn't be anything fake about it.

But Ji Xiang just felt that something was wrong.

He held his breath and entered the system space.

"Teacher!" Ji Xiang said hurriedly as he entered.

"What's wrong?"

"Professor Ling Tian from Shanghai Hepatobiliary Hospital said he was inviting me to their hospital on behalf of his boss," Ji Xiang said briefly.

"What do you think?" The system NPC seemed to have anticipated what was going to happen, and he looked at Ji Xiang with a smile and asked.

"Logically speaking, the other party is one of the most outstanding figures in the domestic medical classification field, so I should go." Ji Xiang frowned, "But teacher, I always feel that something is wrong, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

The system NPC looked at Ji Xiang with a kind and benevolent expression, but did not say anything.

"Teacher, why do I have this feeling?"

"I don't know," the system NPC laughed.

Ji Xiang's intuition told him clearly that the system NPC was lying.

Today's events are quite strange; even the system NPCs aren't telling the truth.

"Teacher!" Ji Xiang looked intently at the wrinkled, weathered face opposite him.

The system NPC stood with his hands behind his back and his back hunched. The hot-tempered middle-aged doctor who used to yell at people during emergency situations had aged and looked devoid of any sharpness.

He looks just like an old man looking after his grandson.

"Think about this yourself," the system NPC said slowly.

"Teacher, can you give me some advice?" Ji Xiang said slyly.

"suggestion?"

"Can you give me some advice? I'm so young, I don't know anything."

"Don't agree yet. Go take a look over there and then make your choice as you wish," the system NPC said.

"Do I have a mission over there too?" Ji Xiang asked cautiously.

"Yes, don't worry," the system NPC said.

Although the tone and expression of the system NPCs were no different from usual, Ji Xiang still felt that something was wrong.

This feeling is terrible.

However, the system NPC had already given advice, and with the promise that the system would still exist and wouldn't disappear inexplicably, Ji Xiang had no more worries.

He emerged from the system space, saw Ling Tian extend his hand, smiled slightly, and extended his hand and bowed.

"Teacher Ling, you're too kind."

"You can't call me teacher anymore." Ling Tian shrugged and smiled.

"I can't agree to what you said for now. Could you please ask if I can take a look first?" Ji Xiang asked, holding Ling Tian's hand.

"Hmm?" Ling Tian was somewhat surprised.

Even if the other party is just an intern, you shouldn't refuse their invitation.

Recruiting top domestic talent—anyone with a sound mind would agree. Even if someone is mentally unstable, they'd need to be cured instantly.

But Ling Tian's surprise was fleeting; he then nodded, "I'll wait for you."

As he spoke, he patted the back of Ji Xiang's hand, which he was holding in his right hand, with his left hand to show his affection.

Ling Tian was straightforward; after saying his piece, he left without saying anything more.

Director Liu led Ji Xiang into the elevator. Just as the elevator doors closed, Director Liu patted Ji Xiang on the shoulder and sighed.

"director."

"Come with me." Director Liu lowered his head and walked silently toward his office, seemingly having something to say to Ji Xiang.

Ji Xiang searched his mind again and again, trying to find out where that strange feeling came from.

Each lost in their own thoughts, they remained silent the entire way.

Upon entering the office, Director Liu said, "Have a seat, Xiao Ji."

"Director, what did you want to say?"

"Xiao Ji, actually I'm quite curious." Director Liu paused for a moment, "It's not that I'm intruding on your privacy, and you don't need to answer. I'm just expressing my feelings. Old Gu also expressed his appreciation for you. The one in the interventional radiology department did the same."

"It's true that gold always shines. How long have you been at the Second Affiliated Hospital? About half a month."

"Mm." Ji Xiang nodded.

"That's it, great skills, and really good luck!" Director Liu exclaimed. "I don't care why your skills are so good, I'm not that annoying."

"Xiao Ji, I have something to tell you."

"Director, please speak."

"Let's not talk about departmental matters or technical stuff, let's chat about something more casual," Director Liu said with a smile. "A few years ago, there was a celebrity who got married and was going to throw his bridesmaids into the water, did you know about that?"

"I know, Jialing stopped her." Ji Xiang remembered this incident.

"Do you know why they didn't throw Jialing away?"

"Fat, not good-looking, a few bastards pick on the weak." Ji Xiang answered frankly.

"A soft persimmon, that's true. But speaking of which, that person's persimmon is quite big."

Ji Xiang was taken aback. How could Director Liu speak to a junior trainee like him so casually, as if he were discussing shameful matters with an old friend over drinks?

"Haha, let's get back to the point." Director Liu chuckled, but there was no real smile in his expression. "I'm asking you, what exactly is a 'soft target'?"

Ji Xiang didn't know whether Director Liu was being inappropriate or not, and he didn't know how to answer.

"Do you know who Jialing's teacher is? What is his status and position?" Director Liu said seriously, "He has connections with the Chinese Quyi Artists Association, the China Federation of Literary and Art Circles, the National Art Troupe, and the China Democratic League."

"That teacher... in that sense, is roughly equivalent to a vice-ministerial level official."

Ji Xiang smiled; Director Liu was genuinely good to him.

"Those lecherous thugs dare to touch Jialing? You're kidding. Do you know why Lao Guo insisted on becoming an apprentice of the Hou family when he was at his wit's end? It's because Lao Guo's crosstalk wasn't good enough, so he went to learn experience and skills."

"no."

"See, you know all this." Director Liu admonished earnestly, "Xiao Ji, let's not talk about you for now, let's just talk about Lao Guo. What could Lao Hou have taught Lao Guo back then? Lao Guo had already become a talent, but he needed to use his status."

"Old Hou has no disciples, so he needs Old Guo to carry on his legacy."

"This is something that benefits both sides, brother, let me give you a piece of advice."

Ji Xiang was speechless. Director Liu actually said something like "older brother."

"You're a genius. I may not have met him, but I've seen pigs run even if I haven't eaten pork," Director Liu said. "Wasn't Einstein amazing? He was in his twenties, and the Nobel Prize was only awarded to him for his most insignificant research."

"But I think his most impressive thing is that he came up with all of these ideas with his brain, without spending a single penny."

"Compared to such unparalleled geniuses, I can accept someone like you."

"..." Ji Xiang sighed, "My great-uncle's idol is Einstein."

"Your great-uncle..." Director Liu was interrupted by Ji Xiang. He wanted to ask about Ji Xiang's great-uncle, but felt it was pointless and gave Ji Xiang a deep look.

"Xiao Ji, a genius like you shouldn't be staying at the Second Affiliated Hospital in the first place," Director Liu said. "What's the point of staying here? Is it for that record in the competition? Or for treating patients? You can treat patients anywhere, don't you think?"

Ji Xiang listened silently, still pondering where his inexplicable feeling came from.

"That being said, you are indeed a genius, but even a fine horse needs a discerning eye. Your skills are strong; you can learn something after watching it once, and you can even surpass your teacher—that's talent and ability. Go to Shanghai, don't worry about what others can teach you; your own skills are enough."

"Going there would benefit both sides. Just like when Lao Hou passed away, Lao Guo at least spoke up for him to some extent."

"The idea that teachers must teach students things is a misconception held by young people. Don't be arrogant. That old professor has many connections; in a few years, he can easily get you a national first-level natural science foundation grant, which is much better than anything else."

As for awards like the Outstanding Young Scientists Fund, I don't understand them either, they're too far removed from my expertise. But you'll receive all the benefits you're entitled to, don't worry.

"Don't tell me you're still a resident trainee. Rules are just rules, it depends on how strong you are. First, get a master's, then a doctorate, and then you'll still have to follow the rules. If the older folks don't want to cause trouble, they'll send you to study in the US or Japan. You'll be able to make a living before you're thirty."

"Thank you, Director."

Ji Xiang stood up and bowed respectfully to Director Liu.

"Please don't. I hate bowing the most; it's like saying goodbye to a corpse," Director Liu laughed. "Contact them, go for a visit, and then directly become their apprentice. I don't know the rules. If I could go back to my youth and have this opportunity..."

"What would you do?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Find a crowded place, kneel down and kowtow, and you'll have the master-disciple relationship firmly established," Director Liu laughed. "The world isn't just about fighting and killing; it's also about human relationships and social interactions. The main reason why academia hasn't developed is precisely because of this. But we're just ordinary people, we can't escape the common customs."

Academic... Ji Xiang suddenly remembered the oilfield diabetes research that the system NPC had mentioned.

But it's clear that Director Liu is more interested in interpersonal relationships and social niceties.

Ji Xiang didn't mean to look down on Director Liu. The "unsolvable" task given to him by the system NPC was solved by Director Liu with just a phone call. That's just how human relationships are.

Who gets to hold the knife, and how is it used?

(End of this chapter)