Healing Doctor

Chapter 211 is different from what I imagined.

Mr. Wu was very patient with his patients. He did not stand in front of them and speak to them in a condescending manner. Instead, he squatted down and spoke to them in a gentle and slow voice, adopting an equal attitude.

Sometimes it's difficult for doctors; a lot of things have to be handled "on a case-by-case basis."

Mr. Wu did a great job in this regard; he was very patient.

Ji Xiang observed carefully, but did not see any of the patient's family members.

Although cancer is not as malignant as liver cancer or pancreatic cancer, it is still cancer. How could the patient's family disappear without a trace?

Another new question arose in Ji Xiang's mind.

This question left Ji Xiang completely baffled.

He was filled with doubt as he silently looked at the patient and General Manager Wu.

After comforting the patient for about ten minutes, Mr. Wu patted him on the shoulder and helped him sit on the bed.

"I'll order some food for you when I order later," said Mr. Wu.

Jing Liang remained unmoved by President Wu's kindness, as if he were already dead, just an empty shell, devoid of any vitality.

"Sigh." Mr. Wu sighed softly and turned to leave.

"Mr. Wu," Ji Xiang asked quietly after walking ten meters away from the ward, "Where are the patient's family members?"

"I don't know, but I guess they're probably divorced," Mr. Wu said.

Divorce? That can't be! Ji Xiang was taken aback.

Judging from the patient's age, he is around fifty years old. If they were a young couple, their passion should have faded by now.

Even if we can't support each other through thick and thin, we shouldn't kick each other when we're down.

"Mr. Wu, the patient is really going too far," Lu Kai grumbled dismissively. "You offered to order him food, and he didn't even say thank you."

Mr. Wu shook his head, wanting to explain, but the words seemed boring, uninteresting, and meaningless, so he fell silent.

"Lu Kai, I'm giving you a task," General Wu said. "Keep a close eye on this patient. Tomorrow I'll talk to Colonel Wang and tell him to hurry up with the surgery and discharge him as soon as possible. Don't let him cause any trouble in the hospital."

"Mr. Wu, do similar patients often have problems?" Ji Xiang asked, a thought crossing his mind.

"Occasionally, but compared to patients with other illnesses, he's the type who's more prone to problems," Mr. Wu said. "We're not related to him by blood, so we can just take care of him while he's in the hospital."

"Don't worry, leave it to me!"

Upon arriving at the doctor's office, Lu Kai patted his chest and said confidently, "I'm not bragging, but I'm patient and attentive to my patients, so nothing will go wrong."

"Boasting? Why don't you boast about Sanya?" Mr. Wu laughed.

"I won't praise Sanya, can I praise Yua Mikami instead?"

Lu Kai and President Wu are a perfect match; they speak and agree seamlessly.

The two laughed heartily, enjoying themselves immensely.

Ji Xiang had no time to figure out how the conversation had shifted from the patient to Yua Mikami. The patient he had imagined was completely different from the patient he had actually seen.

In our understanding, patients are surrounded by family members. Although no one says anything, providing meticulous care is the most basic requirement.

In reality, patients are all alone, with only their shadows for company.

In their minds, patients will fight with themselves and adapt to the changes after total resection of T cancer, because living is the most important thing.

In reality, even before the surgery, the patient seems to have already fallen into an abyss, with their emotions plummeting to an alarming degree.

The scariest thing is that there isn't a single family member by his side.

Moreover, Mr. Wu seemed to know something, but he was unwilling to mention it.

With all these questions piling up, Ji Xiang became increasingly curious.

He tried to suppress his curiosity, because this experience of empathy was not so easy to get through.

curiosity kills the cat.

It was something worse than death, and Ji Xiang was afraid of causing himself irreparable psychological trauma.

He tentatively asked Mr. Wu, but Mr. Wu kept changing the subject and completely ignored Ji Xiang's question.

That's even stranger!

Through their interactions over this period, Ji Xiang has come to know Mr. Wu to some extent and knows that he is a person worth befriending.

What secret is it?

"Let's order food." Mr. Wu took out his phone and made arrangements. "Xiao Ji, what do you like to eat? Let's eat together."

"Mr. Wu, I've just eaten." Ji Xiang sat in his chair, pondering the patient named Jing Liang, showing no interest in eating whatsoever.

Mr. Wu didn't stand on ceremony and started chatting and laughing with Lu Kai as they ordered food.

"Mr. Wu, by the time I finish my residency training, you'll probably be leading a team," Lu Kai said with a smile. "Then I'll invite you to join me. You can come work for us, and I'll cook for you in a big iron pot!"

"Don't talk nonsense, throwing knives?"

"Huh?" Lu Kai was taken aback. "Is leading a team difficult? Or do you not want to come to our team?"

"Leading a team isn't difficult for me, at least I'm confident in that, but are you sure you're qualified to hire a professor to perform 'flying knife' (a type of medical procedure)? I won't even tell you how much you'd offer," Mr. Wu said disdainfully.

Lu Kai was taken aback. "Is there another explanation for this?"

"Of course, once you get back, with your boss there, do you think he'll just let you go find that professor's 'flying knife' (a euphemism for a powerful, influential figure)? When word gets out that you, Lu Kai, have connections in the provincial capital, you'll instantly overshadow the old director. If you were the director, how would you feel?"

"It can't be that bad."

Lu Kai had never really thought about this.

"After we get back, it's very important to give the old director gifts during holidays," General Manager Wu said lazily.

These were experiences gained from being toughened up by society. Lu Kai was to his liking. Although he was a bit clumsy and not very bright, he had a pleasant conversation, and President Wu didn't mind talking a little more.

"Mr. Wu, please tell us."

"First of all, you have to keep giving gifts. If you give a gift in the first year and don't give one in the second year, people will definitely think you are neglecting them. It's better to play dumb from the beginning. This is very important."

Lu Kai nodded seriously. He wasn't stupid; he knew that what President Wu said was invaluable advice.

"Secondly..."

Mr. Wu shared his experience with Lu Kai, but Ji Xiang didn't listen at all. To him, that was something from another world and had nothing to do with him.

Ji Xiang was pondering the patient's condition, and the increasingly strange behavior made him restless.

Ji Xiang knew that many of the illogical things he saw were due to his lack of clinical experience.

Surgical skills can be improved, but clinical experience can only be accumulated slowly... no, it can also be accumulated quickly through empathy.

But this empathy was a bit annoying, and Ji Xiang's mindset had begun to change without him realizing it.

"Mr. Wu, how much should I give him?" Lu Kai asked with a troubled expression after hearing what Mr. Wu had said. "It doesn't seem right to just give him money. What if I give him tea or something and the old director doesn't know how much it costs?"

"Just tell him that this amount of tea is enough to get him a life sentence," Mr. Wu said dismissively.

"Haha, life is getting more and more interesting."

"Of course it's Moutai. Who gives tea as a gift?" Mr. Wu emphasized.

His sudden increase in volume startled Ji Xiang awake.

Ji Xiang looked at President Wu and recalled his hesitant gesture earlier, and instantly made up his mind.

(End of this chapter)