Healing Doctor

Chapter 177 Cuckoo in the Nest?

"Xiao Ji, is the kind of technique you mentioned really good?" Mo Chenggui was more concerned about the technique itself.

"Looking at Dr. Zhao's postoperative follow-up, there were no cases of bleeding after partial resection, so I think it's okay," Ji Xiang said.

"Were the patients you and Director Liu treated last week fine after their surgeries?"

"Teacher Mo, the time is too short to see the results yet," Ji Xiang said. "However, I have already created a file and will conduct regular follow-ups and monitoring."

"You're quite thoughtful, not bad." Mo Chenggui smiled.

This level of dedication is not something an ordinary person can achieve; the more privileged a person is, the less they care about such trivial matters.

As for Ji Xiang, Mo Chenggui felt he was not up to the task.

Decades of research can be wasted if the direction is wrong, ruining a lifetime.

Such matters are major life events. Ji Xiang is still too young. Let him do it with passion and enthusiasm. He'll know how difficult it is in a few years.

"Xiao Ji." Mo Chenggui looked at Ji Xiang, hesitated several times before finally saying, "You need to be a little more thick-skinned."

Ji Xiang was a little confused.

Why do Director Liu and Professor Mo keep emphasizing the importance of thick skin?

Is this part of the rules of the adult world?

According to them, the thickness of one's skin seems to determine success or failure, rather than genuine ability.

"At the time, Old Gu vaguely hinted that you refused, but I didn't tell you about it because I thought you were still young." Mo Chenggui said with a hint of self-reproach, "Mainly because I didn't realize it at the time. I've never seen such a good thing fall from the sky before, so I was slow to react."

"You're as thin-skinned as a young girl, yet you're teaching Xiao Ji? Let me do it." Colonel Wang's short, stout body trembled, and Ji Xiang felt a layer of fat fly onto his face.

"Xiao Ji, do you have Old Gu's phone number?" Colonel Wang asked.

After the surgery, Colonel Wang pulled Ji Xiang aside and asked Mo Chenggui to take the patient away. The two sat on one side, with Colonel Wang watching and Ji Xiang waiting for the answer.

"No," Ji Xiang answered honestly.

He knew very well that no matter how well the paper was written or how significant its clinical implications were, in the eyes of Mo Chenggui and Colonel Wang, it was not as important as Ling Tian personally coming to the Second Affiliated Hospital to recruit him.

It was also for his own good, and Ji Xiang appreciated it.

"That's right!" Colonel Wang slapped Ji Xiang's leg with a loud "smack." "Old Gu's meaning was rather ambiguous at the time. I understand his thinking. After all, it was just a corpus cavernosum puncture. You've only done a few of the most basic minor surgeries."

But since you've developed a liking for them, you should at least ask for their phone number so you can visit them in person when you go to Beijing for meetings or training.

"You can't go empty-handed, but it's not good to bring anything too valuable either. Even two buckets of freshly pressed soybean oil from the countryside would be fine."

"Does Old Master Gu care what you take? He cares about your attitude, your attitude!"

"A little pheasant?" Ji Xiang thought of Zhao Zhe and laughed.

"Still laughing." Colonel Wang was unusually serious and meticulous today. His right index and middle fingers were clasped together, as if he were holding a cigarette, but he didn't even notice it himself.

"You don't get many opportunities in your life. If you seize one, you can soar to great heights. Mr. Gu, you were too young that time. I heard from the director that Mr. Qin from Shanghai seems to be particularly interested in you and even sent Ling Tian to investigate you."

"It's not really an inspection," Ji Xiang said. "It was probably just something I did while attending a meeting."

"Dr. Xiao Ji, be serious," Colonel Wang said disdainfully. "I know your family is well-off, and you can just throw away a carbon fiber bicycle worth several thousand yuan without worrying about it getting stolen. But if you want to be a doctor, you absolutely can't be so reckless on this trip to Shanghai."

"I know, Teacher Wang." Ji Xiang knew that these teachers were doing this for his own good. "Director Liu explained the meaning of apprenticeship to me, just like when Lao Guo was on the verge of death and sought out a master to protect him."

"Yes, that's what someone who's been there wants to tell you," Colonel Wang said. "If you go to Shanghai and there's anything you don't like, just keep it to yourself. You don't understand. Don't be like Lao Mo. Back then, Lao Mo was able to stay in the South, but his teacher died in an accident, and then..."

As he spoke, Colonel Wang shook his head, and seeing Mo Chenggui's unfriendly expression, he immediately steered the conversation back on track.

"That was Ling Tian calling you, right?"

"It's Teacher Ling."

"Holding a society like this is equivalent to an apprenticeship ceremony for street performers in the past, and it's so grand!" Colonel Wang exclaimed. "And you're lucky to have brought a research project with you. I only have one thing to tell you!"

"Teacher Wang, please speak."

"The research is Dr. Zhao's responsibility, but you are the main character. Do you understand what I mean?" Colonel Wang said.

Ji Xiang was taken aback.

"You need to be a little thick-skinned. If you feel embarrassed, you can compensate Dr. Zhao later, but this research is yours! Even when you present on stage and two names are mentioned, your name must come before Dr. Zhao's."

"Teacher Wang, isn't this inappropriate?" Ji Xiang frowned.

"Look at you, you completely ignored what I just told you." Colonel Wang slapped Ji Xiang's sterile cap. "Shameless, shameless, what good is shame!"

"But the scientific research is something that Dr. Zhao has accumulated over more than ten years."

"Sigh." Colonel Wang sighed. "To put it another way, if it weren't for you and this training, Dr. Zhao would have been forgotten in a decade or so. From another perspective, you also gave him a chance."

"That's right!" Colonel Wang sorted out his thoughts and spoke faster and faster. "You don't understand the significance of Dr. Zhao's data collection, especially since Elder Qin was hosting the conference, and the closing speech was originally supposed to be yours. If he were to give you a boost, you would definitely be the one to speak last on stage."

"Your newly accepted resident trainee has produced such a good research paper in the blink of an eye. What will others think? They will think that Professor Qin has been studying it for more than ten years and finally put it on you so that you can stand out from the crowd."

"Old Qin got the benefits, and you've gained respect from everyone. If you think Dr. Zhao was taken advantage of, when you become the director, you can transfer him to Shanghai to lead a research group. One paper, and you can get into a liver and gallbladder hospital, tsk tsk."

Ji Xiang still didn't think Colonel Wang was right.

It's never good to take over someone else's place, and Ji Xiang has heard all sorts of stories from his grandfather since he was a child. He knows that the idea of ​​transferring Dr. Zhao to Shanghai after he becomes the director is just empty talk.

I'm only saying this now to make myself feel a little better.

As for what will happen in a decade or two, who can say for sure?

Perhaps by then, after telling so many lies, I'll forget my original intentions.

But Ji Xiang did not refute Colonel Wang.

Seeing Ji Xiang's expression, Colonel Wang knew that this boy, though seemingly easygoing, was actually quite stubborn.

"Did you know that Professor Bao had an accident last weekend?"

"The thing about the tracking device on your belt?" Ji Xiang asked.

(End of this chapter)