Healing Doctor

Chapter 196 The Old Village Chief in a Fairy Tale World (Bonus Chapter x2 for Alliance Leader Niu Niu Diandian Cat)

"Teacher, I have another question." Ji Xiang thought for a long time, but didn't know how to organize his thoughts, so he stammered.

The system NPC seemed to sense Ji Xiang's predicament. He smiled and said, "Just say whatever you want. Some things become clear as you talk about them."

"Teacher, it's like this." Ji Xiang began to recount what happened today and what Zhao Zhe experienced.

"I feel that the hepatobiliary hospital has become accustomed to this, and it's fair to say that their technical level is insufficient; most doctors can't do it, which I can understand. But Dr. Qin Chu and Dr. Ling Tian have the skills, yet they just don't do it."

The system NPC smiled faintly, "Once upon a time, there was a Western legend, which Zhou Congwen told me, and I think it's true."

The story is quite cliché: there's an evil dragon on a mountaintop that eats people every year, until one day a young man kills the dragon.

"This story is very cliché," Ji Xiang said.

"Yes," the system NPC said. "But what would you do if, one day, you, including myself, suddenly realized that you wouldn't be that white-clad, swift-moving youth, and that your best destiny would be to become the village chief?"

Ji Xiang was taken aback.

The NPC's perspective on the issue is quite strange. The story of the hero fighting the dragon is familiar to everyone, and who wouldn't want to be a hero? Everyone would think of themselves as a young hero.

village head?

Those NPCs...

Thinking of this, Ji Xiang frowned slightly and looked at the system NPC.

The system NPC ignored Ji Xiang, walked to the changing room with his hands behind his back and a slight bow, sat down under the "No Smoking" sign, and took out the packet of white Ganoderma lucidum.

With a flick of his wrist, a white Ganoderma lucidum sprang out like a sprite.

However, the system NPC did not light the cigarette, but instead held it to its nose and smelled it again and again.

"Teacher, I hadn't thought of this angle before," Ji Xiang said frankly, sitting opposite the system NPC.

"What would you think if you realized you couldn't become that snow-white-clad young man, and that your best fate was only to become the village chief?"

"I won't test you. What Zhou Congwen said back then made a lot of sense. Everyone will realize that they will never be the main character. The best outcome is to become the village chief, and he will be thinking about which family's daughter to send to the evil dragon to eat this year."

"..." Ji Xiang remained silent.

"Last time, I used a dying old woman in place of a young girl to fool the dragon, thus saving a life. And the time before that..."

The system NPC said, a mocking smile appearing on its lips.

"Later on, you'll think about how you risked your life every time you fought the dragon, all for the sake of the whole village, how noble you were. In that case, why not sleep with the girl who's going to be given to the dragon? She's going to die tomorrow anyway."

"!!!" Ji Xiang stared in disbelief.

But upon further reflection, that's indeed the case.

My own father had said something similar in casual conversation, but I was too inexperienced to understand it.

After encountering the "incomprehensible" practices of the hepatobiliary hospital and receiving a reminder from a system NPC, Ji Xiang seemed to have a vague understanding of these matters.

"Look, the person who becomes the village chief will gradually change. He will no longer be that boy who pestered the blacksmith in the village to forge a cheap longsword and bravely fought the evil dragon with his life."

"Being the village chief is good, at least there's only one village chief. What if you're just a villager A, B, C, or D? You'd have to sacrifice your daughter to the dragon, and then the village chief has to sleep with her before the sacrifice!"

The system NPC calmly uttered a curse word, without any emotion.

Ji Xiang listened quietly as the system NPC told the story.

This angle of approach sent chills down Ji Xiang's spine, but upon reflection, he recalled reading history books with his father when he was a child, and it seemed that every line of text was corroborating evidence.

"I'm getting old, I'm becoming talkative and garrulous. Zhou Congwen and the others say I'm just trying to instill my values, which is very unlikable, so never mind," the system NPC said. "You can put yourself in any role and think about it."

"Teacher, I think I understand what you mean." Ji Xiang sat up straight, his expression stern. "Please explain again."

The system NPC shook its head slightly and did not continue to give Ji Xiang pep talks, although Ji Xiang did not think so.

If you think about this from the perspective of the system NPCs, it's really quite interesting.

"Being a doctor is a matter of conscience. Putting aside all the shitty rules in hospitals, like performance bonuses and stuff," the system NPC said, "being a doctor is not easy, not because of books as tall as you or the drive to learn until you die, but because it's inherently contradictory from the very beginning."

Schizophrenia.

The system NPC emphasized this point.

"Everyone in society is talking about making money, right, teacher?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Hmm." The system NPC nodded.

"I remember for a few years everyone called a bigwig in the financial world 'Dad'."

"That's roughly it. The medical profession isn't actually that complicated. It's like running a restaurant. At first, you'll use all the best ingredients and ingredients out of conscience, but one day you find that the restaurant next door uses gutter oil to lower costs, and they get more customers than you."

Ji Xiang shrugged.

"That's roughly the idea of ​​Gresham's Law," the system NPC said. "I won't go into too much detail. The reason I talked to you a lot before your last experience of empathy was because that experience truly changed your worldview."

"I think it's okay, and I don't regret it," Ji Xiang said firmly. "Teacher, I understand."

"Hmm," the system NPC said, "That's about it. The new content you're going to learn this time is very important."

"New content?"

"You need to learn how to fight."

"I don't understand, teacher," Ji Xiang said.

"Academic conferences, if you just want to get into this circle and curry favor with some big shots, that's easy," the system NPC said. "You're all friendly, we all get along, it'll all be over in a round of eating and drinking. Besides, your technical skills are pretty good; anyone with eyes can see you're destined to be a rising star, no one will offend you for no reason."

"But if you stick to your principles and insist on what academic conferences should include, then you need to fight."

"I see." Ji Xiang suddenly realized, "It's like trying to convince an idiot online—it's absolutely impossible."

"Hahaha." The system NPC suddenly burst into laughter, "Zhou Congwen said the same thing."

"Hey." Ji Xiang was very interested in Zhou Congwen, the person the system NPC was talking about.

"How you decide is up to you; I won't interfere. Whether you stay or go back."

"Okay, teacher." Ji Xiang had made up his mind.

"Go ahead and get some rest. Tomorrow is your first time attending an academic conference. The embolization followed by resection technique is quite good, but there are loopholes in the information you have. If there are loopholes, someone could use them to attack you."

Although the system NPCs said they wouldn't interfere, they seemed to have already assumed that Ji Xiang would definitely fight.

Ji Xiang nodded and left the system space.

Night had fallen, and Ji Xiang opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by the fairy tale told by the system NPC.

Fairy tales are better, but upon closer inspection, they often have more plot twists.

(End of this chapter)