Healing Doctor

Chapter 169 Firm Refusal

"Teacher, aren't you scared?"

"What's there to be afraid of? There are plenty of stories in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio. Even ghosts are afraid of evil people. Who doesn't have a bit of blood on them when working in the emergency room? Are you afraid of her?" the emergency room doctor said disdainfully.

"That's true." Ji Xiang smiled knowingly, recalling a story from "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio" about a fierce man who chased after a female ghost and ended up causing her soul to be scattered.

"You're really amazing." The emergency room doctor looked Ji Xiang up and down. "The things that happened during the competition lately have become increasingly bizarre. They said you can tie more than 300 knots with two strings using both hands. Then an expert from the capital took a liking to you and insisted on marrying his daughter to you."

Ji Xiang knew how rumors were generated; once more than three people spread the word, the story would become completely distorted.

He glanced at the emergency room doctor's name tag and saw that it bore the name Meng Qingfei. He then explained, "Professor Meng, that's not how it is."

After briefly describing the competition, Dr. Meng from the emergency department was amazed.

Even if Ji Xiang isn't as powerful as the rumors suggest, he's still someone people look up to.

"Not bad, not bad. I really didn't expect Dean Zhao's record to be broken and improved so much. But don't be arrogant. When I first came to the hospital, I was thinking of making a name for myself, but look at me now."

He shrugged.

"That's good too. Professor Meng has a wealth of clinical experience," Ji Xiang praised.

"Hey." Meng Qingfei shook his head, took a deep drag of his cigarette, and said, "Clinical experience?"

Ji Xiang nodded and said sincerely, "Both times I met you, teacher, your handling of the patients was very correct."

"Ha, I remember now, I told you the story about consecrating the bathroom last time." The emergency room doctor laughed.

"Um."

"It's different." Meng Qingfei stubbed out his cigarette, carefully held it in his hand, went to the bathroom to extinguish it with tap water, checked it repeatedly, and then threw it into the trash can.

His obsessive-compulsive behavior was truly distressing, but Ji Xiang didn't say anything.

Meng Qingfei threw away his cigarette butt, went to the treatment room to wash his hands, and wiped his hands on the buttocks of his white coat.

It was dark and dirty, having been wiped countless times.

"Teacher, the concept of aseptic technique," Ji Xiang couldn't help but remind him.

It's so dirty. If it were even a little bit clean, Ji Xiang wouldn't have said a word.

Meng Qingfei didn't take it to heart, replaced the substitute doctor, and sat in the consultation room to see patients.

Ji Xiang wasn't in a hurry. The system NPC had said that more clinical experience was beneficial. Although the system hadn't issued any tasks, Ji Xiang was still thoroughly enjoying the information.

What he lacked was clinical experience. Meng Qingfei was also willing to talk, and he would chat with Ji Xiang whenever he had free time.

No matter what questions Ji Xiang had, Meng Qingfei answered them all without reservation.

His experience in the emergency department was nothing special, but he liked Ji Xiang, so it was only natural that he would say a few more words to him.

"Doctor," a woman's voice called out.

"Come in," Meng Qingfei glanced at the doorway, then unconsciously sat up straight, looking every bit like an old doctor.

A woman with delicate features and a slender figure walked in, holding a registration ticket in her hand.

"Doctor, remove the stitches."

"Oh, what kind of surgery?"

The woman pursed her lips, glanced at Ji Xiang, and said softly, "Breast surgery, done in the capital."

"Is it a fibroid?"

"no."

"What kind of technique is that?" Meng Qingfei asked.

"..." The woman's cheeks flushed slightly, a mixture of embarrassment and anger, and she glared at Meng Qingfei.

"Do you have a copy of the medical record? Let me take a look."

"I haven't made a copy yet, doctor," the woman said impatiently. "The doctor in the capital said I can just have the stitches removed locally, you see..."

"I won't look at it." Meng Qingfei was unexpectedly firm. He said firmly, "Bring the medical records, otherwise I can't open it."

"Why!" The woman's anger was becoming uncontrollable, and she gradually became irritable.

"You don't even know how the surgery was done, and you just casually remove the stitches? Ask the doctor who performed the surgery, is that reasonable?" Meng Qingfei firmly refused.

"But I see many people who have surgery in Beijing or Shanghai come back to have their stitches removed."

"That's because I encountered another doctor; I'm too timid to go."

Meng Qingfei looked at the patient with a gleam in his eyes, but his words were firm and uncompromising.

"You..." The patient was furious, her eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm telling the truth." Meng Qingfei was resolute, but his face was full of apologetic smiles. "This is also to take responsibility for you, isn't it? What if something goes wrong when the stitches are removed? At least we need to see the medical records; I might not even be able to remove them."

As he spoke, Meng Qingfei took the patient's registration ticket, wrote the word "refund" on the back, and then stamped it.

"Go cancel the number, I really don't dare to disconnect it for you."

The woman flew into a rage and pointed at Meng Qingfei's nose, launching into a tirade of abuse.

Meng Qingfei didn't argue, and waited until she got tired of cursing before angrily saying that he would file a complaint tomorrow.

The clinic was in chaos. Ji Xiang didn't know why the emergency room doctor wouldn't remove the patient's stitches. Normally, removing stitches in emergency surgery is a minor procedure, and it shouldn't be like this.

Besides, a pretty girl came to remove her stitches, and Meng Qingfei felt like he was about to be taken advantage of.

eccentric.

Once things calmed down, Ji Xiang asked, "Teacher Meng, what's wrong?"

"Do you think it's a trivial matter, something you can just demolish casually?" Meng Qingfei asked.

Ji Xiang nodded, making no attempt to hide his thoughts.

"That's not how it works," Meng Qingfei said. "The patient didn't even specify what kind of procedure they wanted. What if something goes wrong?"

"able……"

"Let me tell you something." Meng Qingfei looked at the door. The girl had already stormed off. He said regretfully, "That girl was really beautiful. After the plastic surgery, she's got a great figure. I wonder which bastard will end up with her."

"..."

"Seriously speaking, there was a time when an emergency room doctor at a hospital was removing stitches. His breasts were originally high and firm, but after the stitches were removed, they drooped down to his belly button."

"..."

Youngsters like Ji Xiang are really not suited to chatting with seasoned clinicians; sooner or later, even the input method on their phones will have to change color.

"The doctor found it strange at the time but didn't think much of it, but the patient immediately objected. Guess what kind of surgery she had?"

"Huh? What kind of surgery?"

"It was a breast lift surgery," Meng Qingfei said. "The emergency room doctor didn't know what procedure it was, and he accidentally cut the pre-installed lifting sutures. You tell me about that, they ended up paying hundreds of thousands in compensation."

"Well……"

"Patients suffer, doctors don't get any credit, and hospitals even lose money. In the end, only cosmetic surgery hospitals benefit," Meng Qingfei said. "This is all clinical experience; learn from it."

"What to study?"

Does not doing any work mean you won't make mistakes? Ji Xiang thought to himself.

"Of course we need to be careful. Removing stitches is a minor matter. If it were on my arm or leg, I would have removed them already. But it's on my chest, and it's not even a fibroid, so it's only right to be cautious."

(End of this chapter)