Healing Doctor

Chapter 167 Social Points

Ji Xiang didn't participate in the surgery; he stood below and watched all three surgeries.

After the surgery, Ji Xiang had a strange guess about Dr. Zhao—that his surgery was better than that of Director Liu!

Level 6 interventional surgery is already alarming, but Ji Xiang estimates that Zhao Zhe's urological surgery is at least Level 7!

With this level of skill, he's just a long-serving resident doctor in the hospital in Yuanliao City!

Moreover, it seems that no one in the hospital respects him; Dr. Zhao can be ridiculed by ordinary doctors anytime, anywhere.

That's just outrageous.

After checking on the patients after the surgery, Director Liu solemnly gave Dr. Zhao a few instructions, refusing to let him stay for a meal and driving back to the provincial capital.

On the way back, Director Liu remained silent for a long time.

As they approached the provincial capital, Director Liu asked, "Xiao Ji, what do you think of Dr. Zhao's surgery?"

"Good, very good." Ji Xiang gave Director Liu an affirmative answer.

"Yes, apart from you, I have never seen anyone more talented than him. It's a pity that he was wasted in a small hospital," Director Liu remarked with a sigh.

Although Director Liu did not mention the comparison between himself and Zhao Zhe, his words implicitly admitted that he was inferior to Zhao Zhe.

Ji Xiang scratched his head.

Ji Xiang has never denied that he is indeed a genius.

However, the success of the surgery was due to the excellent instruction from the system's NPCs, something that I couldn't compare to Dr. Zhao in.

"I plan to invite him to the surgical competition organized by the urology department in the provincial capital in October," Director Liu said.

"A surgical competition?"

"Hmm." Director Liu nodded. "About ten years ago, the coastal areas started holding surgical competitions, referencing international competitions, so that everyone could exchange ideas and communicate with each other."

I don't really agree with this. Surgery is surgery; why bring it up as a competition?

"Yes," Ji Xiang agreed with Director Liu.

"But people, in Maslow's hierarchy of needs, also need a sense of recognition. Looking back now, the surgical competition also provided young doctors with an opportunity to grow and be recognized."

However, this surgical competition was organized by Professor Gu, who wanted to enhance Professor Zhou Tianbo's resume. I... I won't be going. Are you interested?

"Are you planning to let Dr. Zhao participate? I think he can do a very good job," Ji Xiang said.

"You and Dr. Zhao should both go," Director Liu said, gripping the steering wheel. "Bring back first place in the entire province."

Ji Xiang didn't say anything.

"Right! Look at my brain." Director Liu was slightly taken aback, but immediately remembered that Ji Xiang was going to Shanghai for a "visit," and most likely he would stay in Shanghai.

In my excitement, I forgot about it.

Although it's a bit against the rules for a resident trainee to leave their workplace before the training is over, the elderly man in Shanghai didn't even need to say anything. The student just made a phone call, and the relevant personnel from the Health Commission handled the procedures.

"Little Ji, I was telling Colonel Wang a few days ago that they found a fine horse and I got the better deal. Who knew, gold shines wherever it is, anyone with eyes can see it, and other people's eyes are even sharper."

Director Liu expressed slight regret.

"Director, that's not necessarily true," Ji Xiang said with a smile.

"All the words I said to you were wasted!" Director Liu scolded. "Apprenticeship is very important. Look at Dr. Zhao. He doesn't have a teacher. Although he is exceptionally talented and can figure out various surgical methods on his own and perform them quite well, what can he do?"

"I estimate that after a few years of being a resident physician, my eyesight will deteriorate and I won't be able to perform interventional surgeries anymore. All my previous work will have vanished."

"Take Dr. Zhao's example and think about this carefully. Although I'm reluctant to let you go, I still hope you can go to Shanghai. A bigger platform means a better future; arrogance won't do."

"I know, Director Liu."

"You don't understand." Director Liu shook his head. "Speaking of which, the leading figure in the surgical field in Shanghai is over eighty years old and still goes on stage every day."

Ji Xiang listened quietly.

"He's over eighty, what can he still do? The surgical techniques he uses are all outdated and can't keep up with the times. He often leaks bile ducts, and his apprentices and grand-apprentices have to clean up his messes. But with this old man around, the hospital is safe."

"Huh?" Ji Xiang was taken aback. What Director Liu said was completely different from what he understood, and also different from what was publicized in the news.

"The surgery on the elderly man was indeed excellent, but he's old after all. His eyes and hands aren't coordinated, so it's hard for him to reach his peak performance. Even if he's still very energetic and can... hahaha," Director Liu laughed, "I'm really envious."

"What are you envious of?" Ji Xiang was a little confused.

Director Liu didn't say much. He continued, "With the old man around, all kinds of research and papers can be published easily. Let me tell you, if Dr. Zhao had studied under Professor Gu, his achievements would definitely be higher than mine. With the kind of work he did, Professor Gu would have to personally review it, and it should have been able to be published in The Lancet."

"What a pity," Ji Xiang sighed.

"It's no pity," Director Liu said. "Similar things don't happen often, but they do happen a lot. That's what I meant by using Dr. Zhao as a mirror. You have talent, so you should go to Shanghai and see what it's like. If there's a chance, you can stay."

"Be more mindful of social norms," ​​Director Liu emphasized in his instruction.

Ji Xiang smiled. Director Liu cared about this matter even more than he did, and had already mentioned it three or four times.

He cited Lao Guo and Dr. Zhao as examples, showing he was genuinely afraid of ruining his future.

"I will consider it carefully," Ji Xiang said earnestly.

With such a golden opportunity right in front of him, he didn't take it. Director Liu had no idea what Ji Xiang's thought process was going through.

But he heard from others that Old Master Gu seemed to be trying to recruit Ji Xiang, so Ji Xiang didn't pay any attention to it.

You're still young, so there are plenty of opportunities.

"Director, what do you mean by 'social point'?"

"I've said that before," Director Liu said. "It's just that you need to be a little thick-skinned. If you hear a little something from Old Master Gu or that old man in Shanghai, you'll immediately bow and call him 'teacher,' sealing the deal. But I doubt you can do that. I'm just telling you what to do; how you actually do it is up to you."

"Thank you, Director."

"Where do you live? I'll take you home," Director Liu said.

"Doctor, I'm going to the hospital."

"Oh?" Director Liu chuckled. "I heard they say you're the most unreliable resident trainee, and you never hang out at the hospital. What, you've changed your mind?"

"I'll go get the bike."

Director Liu was also a bit tired after a day of running around, so he took Ji Xiang to the hospital and then drove straight home.

Ji Xiang wasn't in a hurry to go home, but instead sat quietly by his bicycle, lost in thought.

With a few too many thoughts running through his mind, Ji Xiang took a rare moment to relax, treating it as a mental massage to himself.

However, the brief calm was soon broken when a young man was kicked out of the emergency room door, lost his balance, and tumbled down the steps.

fight?

When Ji Xiang was interning, his teacher told him that more than 20 years ago, there were many fights, brawls, drunk driving accidents, and other incidents. However, since the cost of fighting was calculated and there have been repeated crackdowns on organized crime, public security has improved.

How did it end up in the hospital?

"You little brat, we don't have a shameless wretch like you in the Wang family!" A middle-aged man stormed out and kicked him on the head again.

(End of this chapter)