Healing Doctor

Chapter 171 An Emergency Room Caused by Fixing a Faucet (Bonus Chapter by Alliance Leader Meng De x2)

Meng Qingfei looked smug. "You don't understand, do you? Actually, I don't understand either."

"My classmate works at the county's Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, where they are quite good at integrating traditional Chinese and Western medicine, so injecting Zusanli (ST36) is just a very common practice there. But at the Beijing Hospital, no one, including the department head, has ever seen it."

"Wow!"

Ji Xiang was truly stunned.

He never imagined that doctors from lower-level hospitals could teach professors and department heads at large tertiary hospitals in the capital a lesson.

"You didn't expect that, did you?" Meng Qingfei said. "That's why I've always believed that junior doctors shouldn't be underestimated."

He had a tendency to be a know-it-all, somewhat like a system NPC. Ji Xiang didn't know if it was a single-target skill or an area-of-effect skill.

"Zusanli gave Xinsi half an hour to go, then he put the bedpan in and pooped."

"Teacher, you mean Gucci?" Ji Xiang was somewhat surprised by the homonym.

"It's just that kind of sound. Don't you find it a little strange that you're concerned about it?" Meng Qingfei laughed. "I was quite surprised to hear that the head nurse was carrying a Gucci bag. Why would she bring such a strange thing to work?"

"Haha." Ji Xiang thought about it and realized that it did look somewhat similar.

"The doctors at that hospital in Beijing were astonished; they couldn't believe it was possible!"

"Really?" Ji Xiang pondered intently, asking subconsciously.

"You can go home and look up the information. No matter where you work in the future, you can try it if you have the chance. Anyway, injecting neostigmine intramuscularly is not against the rules. Zusanli is an acupoint in traditional Chinese medicine, but in Western medicine it is the injection site."

Ji Xiang thought what he said made sense.

"If doctors are like this, patients and ordinary people are even more unfamiliar with each other. So there's no need to get angry with patients. I'll only remove stitches if I feel it's safe. If there's even the slightest problem, I absolutely won't get involved."

"Teacher Meng, what if someone complains about you?" Ji Xiang asked, somewhat worried.

"Go ahead and complain. There are no bonuses in our emergency department. If they dare to deduct my salary, I'll jump off a building with the hospital director's child," Meng Qingfei said disdainfully.

"No, no, that's not it," Ji Xiang quickly said. "Will they give me a warning talk and then suspend me from my post for a while?"

"Isn't that perfect?" Meng Qingfei said. "Who wants to work in this lousy emergency room? I'm forty years old, and if I don't sleep well one night, I start losing a lot of hair. I'll soon become a standard chief physician. Director Bai is reasonable, so don't worry."

Indeed, Meng Qingfei just mentioned that the emergency pediatric department has suspended its services.

Emergency medicine, pediatrics, and interventional radiology are the three major pitfalls in hospitals nowadays. Given a choice, no one would choose to work in these three departments.

No wonder Meng Qingfei was so confident and had such a tough-guy look on his face; no wonder Zhao Xiangming burst into tears at the department gathering that day.

"Tsk tsk," Ji Xiang sighed.

"What a leisurely day..." Meng Qingfei remarked.

Before he could finish speaking, the phone at the nurses' station started ringing incessantly.

Meng Qingfei raised his hand and slapped himself hard, seemingly genuinely remorseful.

"Old Meng! Prepare for resuscitation!!"

The nurse's shouts came from next door, while at the same time, the sound of slippers shuffling along the corridor could be heard.

"Damn it! Xiao Ji, remember this, you absolutely cannot say anything idle. Look, this is the consequence!" Meng Qingfei stood up, habitually wiping his hands on the backside of his white shirt, as if he had just washed his hands.

"What happened?"

Meng Qingfei peeked out and saw Wu, the head of the urology department, rushing in, looking flustered.

"Mr. Wu, why did you get here so quickly? Did the ambulance call you? That's impossible, the ambulance crew is still here, they haven't made a call yet."

"Don't even mention it, I had a stupid mouth this afternoon," Mr. Wu said remorsefully.

"Afternoon? What happened?" Meng Qingfei asked in confusion.

"Professor Bao's surgery ended late today, and there wasn't much to do, so I went up to the operating room to take a look." Seeing that the emergency department was quiet and the patients had obviously not arrived yet, General Manager Wu began to blame himself.

"After the surgery, I changed clothes with Professor Bao. I noticed he had a new belt, and I even complimented him on it."

"Gucci?"

Mr. Wu was unaware of this reference and was taken aback when asked.

"Go on, how did we end up talking about belts?" Meng Qingfei waved his hand, bringing the topic back.

"I was just showing off a little," Mr. Wu said dejectedly. "I noticed the belt buckle looked like it had been tampered with, so I moved it a bit..."

"and then?"

Mr. Wu remained silent.

"Look at you, coming to my emergency room and only telling me half of what you're saying," Meng Qingfei said disdainfully. "Do you believe the nurses already know everything, maybe even worse things? If you don't tell me, I'm not listening."

"Sigh, the belt buckle has been altered; there's a locator inside."

"What! A locator?" Meng Qingfei was stunned. "Is your Professor Bao suffering from dementia? Could it be that he's a spy?!"

But as soon as he got to this point, Meng Qingfei froze, then smiled helplessly, "A new belt?"

"Hmm," said Mr. Wu. "I had a sharp tongue and told Professor Bao to put the belt in the locker room, then I went home to check on it right away."

"You brat!" Meng Qingfei raised his hand and slapped President Wu on the back of the head. "You think you can just say that casually?!"

"This is..." Ji Xiang didn't quite understand.

"The faucet was being repaired," Mr. Wu said.

It was like they were speaking in code, and Ji Xiang still couldn't understand, but Meng Qingfei was able to exchange words with President Wu fluently.

Just one picture is enough to prove that he is a new doctor.

Ji Xiang didn't try to be annoying by pressing for details about what it meant to fix a faucet; instead, he stood in a quiet corner and waited.

Some things are clear once you see them; there's no need to ask too many questions.

Soon a private car arrived, and a stretcher pushed an injured person into the emergency room.

Mr. Wu went in for a look, and came out much calmer.

Director Liu arrived almost at the same time as the injured person. He rushed in, looking travel-worn and still wearing his pajamas.

The patient's blood pressure and heart rate were stable, and the gastrointestinal surgeon who came for consultation always took him to do examinations.

Ji Xiang didn't make a sound; seeing that no rescue was needed, he hid himself.

After Director Liu and General Manager Wu left, Ji Xiang pulled Meng Qingfei aside and asked, "Teacher Meng, what does 'fixing a faucet' mean?"

"Ha, you really don't know! What do they do in college?"

"study."

"..." Meng Qingfei glanced helplessly at Ji Xiang and explained, "This is a joke from your urology department, how could you not know it?"

Ji Xiang shrugged.

"It refers to a man's inability to perform sexually, which his wife mocks as a broken faucet that needs immediate repair, otherwise his wife will be very angry and the consequences will be severe," Meng Qingfei laughed.

"..."

"A broken faucet has two meanings, which have little to do with the faucet itself. Once you understand the reasons, you won't misunderstand it."

"Your urology department is all about sewers and faucets, it's really boring. Come to our emergency room instead."

"No."

Ji Xiang simply refused.

(End of this chapter)