Healing Doctor

Chapter 159 Late Stage of Community Cow Syndrome

"Director Liu, that's amazing!" the anesthesiologist exclaimed.

Director Liu smiled smugly, glancing at Ji Xiang out of the corner of his eye.

He knew that if Ji Xiang were to perform the surgery, it would be faster. The boy was indeed exceptionally talented, a master from the start, and his skill level was extremely high, even more mature and adept than an old man like himself who had been performing surgeries his whole life.

Regardless of his background, this alone is enough to earn his admiration.

The patient was sent back, the operating room was disinfected, and the next patient was brought in.

All three partial nephrectomy surgeries were completed by 1 p.m., and Director Liu was in a good mood.

"knock off!"

After completing the surgery, Director Liu felt refreshed and invigorated.

Since I started learning to perform partial nephrectomy using laparoscopy, I have never had a surgery as successful as today.

Director Liu even developed the illusion that his surgical skills had improved by leaps and bounds and had reached the top level in China.

But he knew that an illusion was always just an illusion.

Today's surgery was highly successful and went smoothly because an interventional embolization procedure was performed first.

I never expected this, I really never expected it.

An additional surgery before the initial procedure can have a fundamental impact on the partial resection.

After changing clothes and visiting the patients, Director Liu was very satisfied. He instructed the patients to immobilize for three days and told General Manager Wu to take good care of the patients and call him anytime if there were any problems. Only then did he leave with Ji Xiang.

"Xiao Ji, today we're going to Yuanliao City. I've only met the doctors there a few times, but they're quite interesting."

"Interesting?" Ji Xiang asked, puzzled.

In his view, doctors can only be described as professional or unprofessional; what the hell is "interesting"?

"More than ten years ago, I had just returned from studying laparoscopy in Beijing. That winter, a man came to my door carrying a few pheasants."

"Tell me, who would give a pheasant as a gift?"

Ji Xiang guessed that it must be the doctor who asked Director Liu to perform the surgery today, but if we put aside preconceived notions, according to Director Liu's description, it must have been the poor patient's family who brought the pheasant to express their gratitude.

It's a small gift but carries great meaning; I can refuse the money, but I must accept the pheasant.

"They are the patient's family members," Ji Xiang said.

"Haha, I thought so too, but after chatting for a bit, I found out he was a doctor who went to 912 for further training after I left, the one from Yuanliao City." Director Liu's expression was a little strange when he talked about this person.

He seemed to want to laugh, but his smile carried a hint of seriousness and incomprehension.

"Director, although Yuanliao City isn't big, a surgeon should at least bring two bottles of Moutai when he comes to visit," Ji Xiang said with a smile.

"Yes, I found it strange too," said Director Liu. "The first time we met, that doctor said some weird things to me. At the time, I thought he was crazy, so I ignored him."

"Is it an interventional procedure?" Ji Xiang was taken aback, but followed Director Liu's line of thought to find the answer.

More than ten years ago, Director Liu was talking about something that happened more than ten years ago!

There weren't many people with that kind of vision back then, let alone more than a decade ago; even now, there aren't many people who can accept it.

"Hmm." Director Liu nodded. "Back then, I had no idea what interventional surgery was. I only knew that the cardiology department used this thing to insert stents. Tell me, why should I bother with this lunatic who came carrying a pheasant?"

"Logically speaking, I can understand it when fellow students brag about being fellow students. Besides, having me perform surgeries is a form of income, right?"

"Yes." Although Ji Xiang had never been involved in this before, it was not difficult for him to understand.

"However, I don't know if this person has lost their mind. After being quiet for two years, they came to me again."

""oh?"

"This is the second time he's visited, and he looks much older," Director Liu said. "His hair is thinning; he's only in his thirties, but he's already lost almost all his hair. This time, he didn't bring a pheasant; he talked to me about throwing knives."

"Guess how much he told me."

"..." Ji Xiang could tell the situation from Director Liu's tone.

It was a very strange feeling; the playful tone alone perfectly captured the situation at the time.

"500! He said he'd give me 500 yuan for each surgery I performed." Director Liu recalled, still chuckling. "Do you think I'd be short of a few hundred yuan? Am I trying to fob off a beggar?"

Although Director Liu was scolding, Ji Xiang didn't detect any malice in his voice.

"He talked to me for half an hour, saying that all the rich people in Yuanliao City go to Fengtian or come to our provincial capital for medical treatment and surgery, and that the only ones left at home are the elderly, weak, sick and disabled, and they are not well-off. He asked me to be understanding."

"Please forgive him!"

"Haha, Director, look at you." Ji Xiang laughed.

"Honestly, I've never seen anyone with such low emotional intelligence," Director Liu said casually as he drove. "I admit that doctors treat patients and save lives, but doctors aren't made of iron; they need rest. I only get a little over one day off a week, and I still have to go there to provide poverty alleviation services. This is ridiculous."

"With that time, why don't I admit a couple more patients at the Second Affiliated Hospital? It doesn't matter where I perform the surgery."

"And then, Director?" Ji Xiang asked.

"I kicked him out, he was really annoying," Director Liu said. "After that, he would bother me once a year. I think his emotional intelligence is really negative."

"It seems so."

"They either talked to me about random things, or they said they'd developed a new surgical technique that was leading the world. My immediate thought was... do you even know what proctology is?"

"Uh..." Ji Xiang had a bad feeling.

"He's blind to talent," Director Liu shook his head. "This guy doesn't even think before he talks. Although the analogy isn't quite right, every time I see his face, it's like a proctologist changing a patient's dressing—blind to talent, blind to talent!"

"Hahaha." Ji Xiang understood what Director Liu meant and laughed loudly.

"You know, Yuanliao City is a tiny, run-down prefecture-level city with unbelievably low average wages, and he's telling me it's world-leading. I think this guy's social idiocy is terminal; there's no saving him."

"Interventional surgery?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Yes." Director Liu didn't mince words and nodded. "I had completely forgotten about it, but he kept nagging me. So after the last emergency treatment, when you brought it up, I remembered it."

"!!!!" Ji Xiang felt his hair stand on end.

"I searched for ages before finally getting his number through a teacher in Beijing. I called and he was very enthusiastic, saying he had a patient to operate on tomorrow."

"Let's go take a look!" Ji Xiang suddenly perked up.

"Don't have too high hopes. I was mainly curious and got carried away at the time. Now that I think about it, if he could achieve anything, he would have been successful long ago. Besides, making something of yourself isn't that easy."

Ji Xiang nodded, "That's true."

Putting aside everything else, a single DSA machine costs tens of millions of yuan, which is something that Yuanliao City can hardly afford.

(End of this chapter)