Healing Doctor

Let's examine Chapter 157 again.

Ji Xiang got up early, ran a half marathon, and went home for breakfast.

"Ji Xiang, are you having surgery this weekend? Or are you going to a private hospital with Professor Mo and the others?" Ji Yongchang asked.

"Dad, we're not going to the private hospital today. Oh, by the way, I'm going with the head surgeon to Yuanliao City for a surgical procedure tomorrow. We should be back the same day, so don't wait for me for meals."

"Oh, so fast." Yoshinobu looked at his son with great satisfaction.

"It's alright." Ji Xiang didn't tell his father about the situation in Shanghai; he wanted to handle it himself.

"Take care of yourself. By the way, how's the girlfriend your mom introduced you to?"

"Dad, it's been so long since you asked," Ji Xiang said. "You should at least show some concern for your son."

"I think you don't like it, and it's not a good match for you."

After finishing his meal, Ji Xiang stacked his bowl and chopsticks. "Dad, I'm not chatting anymore, I'm going to have surgery. Three partial nephrectomy surgeries today, very impressive!"

"come on."

After watching Ji Xiang leave from the window, Ji Yongchang began tidying up the table like a housewife.

After washing the dishes, Ji Yongchang picked up his phone and made a call.

"Xiaoying, Jixiang is going to do knife throwing with the director this weekend."

"Amazing! I knew my son was good!"

"hey-hey."

Even the usually serious Yoshihide Yoshihide couldn't stop smiling because of this little thing.

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Ji Xiang rode his bicycle to the hospital.

He first called Mo Chenggui and Colonel Wang to apologize, and then began to escort the patient to the operating room with the doctors in Director Liu's team.

Having already seen the post-operative results in the operating room, Ji Xiang still desperately wanted to see them in real life.

Although the surgery involved an extra procedure and process, the results were exceptionally good.

However, according to the system NPC, a "real" scientific research project takes more than 30 years, and Ji Xiang is still hesitant about whether to choose this topic.

"Xiao Ji." Director Liu, who had also changed into white clothes, spoke a few words with the patient's family and then called out to Ji Xiang.

"Good morning, Director."

"Have you thought about what I told you yesterday?" This was what Director Liu was more concerned about.

"I think I've figured it out," Ji Xiang said.

Director Liu, observing Ji Xiang's expression, had already understood what he meant.

The children are still young, and every young person is full of vigor and vitality.

Especially when coupled with his extraordinary talent...

However, most people like this have one thing in common: they are quite stubborn, and they seem to have a kind of "no madness, no life" mentality.

"Hey," Director Liu chuckled softly, "Go back and find out what happened to Lao Guo in 2006, and study it carefully later."

"Director, why do you always mention Lao Guo?"

"Because news from other circles won't circulate, there's a sense of disconnect." Director Liu walked towards the operating room. "I witnessed what happened back then, and I have some feelings about it. I just happened to meet you and told you about it."

"Thank you, Director."

"It's not shameful to seek out an apprentice while already having skills, it's really not shameful," Director Liu rambled on. "Back then, when they wanted to ban Guo Degang, wasn't it Lao Hou who took the fall for him? Otherwise, even if Guo Degang was incredibly talented, he wouldn't have been able to create such a widespread phenomenon."

Ji Xiang understood Director Liu's feelings; these were things he could only say to the people closest to him.

However, the description of "having skills and seeking a master" is indeed quite interesting. One should only have one master - the system NPC.

His attitude toward his trip to Shanghai was ambiguous, which Ji Xiang couldn't understand.

Normally, system NPCs shouldn't behave like this.

Director Liu didn't say anything more, knowing that the young people might not understand what he was saying. Even if they did understand, their high aspirations meant they might not be able to follow his advice.

If Guo Degang hadn't been put in a shop window as a monkey to be watched in order to earn some money back then, and if he hadn't been destitute, there probably wouldn't have been the story that followed.

Who knows? It's all fate.

The two began to talk about today's surgery, went to the changing room to change clothes, and then went into the operating room.

"Director Liu, today's surgery seems different." The circulating nurse, who was busy talking, greeted Director Liu when she came in.

"Yes, the first step was embolization, which is an advanced procedure," Director Liu replied casually.

"Ha, Director Liu, you're really something! You're even researching advanced surgical techniques now?"

"That's right, I, Old Liu, may be old, but I'm not young at heart. Work for me from now on." Director Liu looked at the circulating nurse with a smile, "If I have a bite of meat to eat, you'll have a sip of soup to drink; if I have a sip of soup to drink, you'll have a bowl to wash."

"Where did you learn such ridiculous talk? What are you thinking?" The circulating nurse wasn't angry, but said disdainfully, "You urologists barely make enough to support your families by selling your body. I bet if you were a circulating nurse, you'd be doing nothing but driving around all day."

"You can't say that. Good circulating nurses and scrub nurses can photosynthesize. What do we need money for, right? We can live just by breathing in the sun's vapor."

Director Liu was joking, but it didn't interfere with business.

He began to verify the patient information himself.

I wonder what Director Liu has been through to be so cautious.

After positioning the patient, Ji Xiang went to scrub his hands in preparation for disinfection.

When Ji Xiang returned from the scrubbing session, he saw Director Liu inspecting the pneumoperitoneum equipment.

"Director Liu, do you have OCD? You have to check everything yourself every time you perform surgery. Out of all the directors in the hospital, you're the one who's making a fuss." The circulating nurse said sarcastically before counting.

"Better safe than sorry." Director Liu didn't seem to care. After checking the equipment, he said, "I have a classmate who was preparing to lead a team in Beijing, but one day he had a major accident during surgery."

"What's wrong?"

"The surgery was over, and the monitor started beeping. He didn't pay attention, thinking it was the alarm from the nurse removing the equipment. It just so happened that the anesthesiologist that day was a street urchin who went to chat in another room."

"Fortunately, they found it early, and after some emergency treatment, it's nothing serious."

"Isn't everything alright? Why are you saying something serious has happened?" The circulating nurse hadn't heard about a medical accident and thought Director Liu was exaggerating.

"He was lucky. When I went to the capital to learn about partial nephrectomy, he acted like a lunatic, even looking at the connecting tubes of the ventilator."

"Oh ho, you're leading a resident in surgery today? You're the one who participated in the nursing competition?" The circulating nurse asked with particular interest as she saw Ji Xiang starting to disinfect.

"It just so happens that Director Bai asked me to fill in the numbers, and I'm just a mediocre candidate." Ji Xiang narrowed his eyes.

"I heard the old lady wants to recruit you to be the head nurse there? Go for it! The head nurses at the Imperial Hospital scold the professors they lead like they're their own sons!" the circulating nurse gossiped.

"Hey."

"Don't underestimate the head nurse. Here, the head nurse's income is no less than that of a professor leading a research group. Back in Beijing, the head nurse is in charge of arranging beds, and everyone has to be careful when talking to her."

"Those beds over there are very valuable. A head nurse would earn at least this much a month," the circulating nurse said, raising her hand and spreading her five fingers.

(End of this chapter)