Healing Doctor

Chapter 212 Bullying from the Doctor (Part 1)

Holding his breath, Ji Xiang entered the system space.

"Teacher." Ji Xiang gritted his teeth, recalled it again, and made up his mind.

Just treat it as an immersive game.

Going to a haunted house doesn't mean you actually believe there are ghosts.

Going to an amusement park to experience a high-altitude fall simulation, one might actually believe they're about to jump off a building.

You can't be both a coward and a playful person.

"What's wrong?" The system NPC seemed to know everything, and he asked with a smile.

Ji Xiang first shared some of his own experiences, and then said, "Teacher, I want to empathize with you."

"You really should try to empathize with this," the system NPC said calmly. "Are you ready?"

"Hmm, all ready...?" Ji Xiang nodded, speaking hesitantly.

"According to statistics, you've already overcome the most difficult part—empathy. Death is the most devastating," the system NPC said. "So don't be nervous. Although this empathy experience won't be pleasant, you'll be able to understand many of the details."

"And it won't cut it off; that's an outdated technique from ages ago."

Ji Xiang trusted the system NPCs a lot, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he heard them say that.

"Let's go take a look." The system NPC waved and led Ji Xiang to the next room.

He seemed certain that Ji Xiang would empathize, without the slightest surprise.

With flickering light and shadow, Ji Xiang opened his eyes and found himself sitting in front of a doctor.

The doctor was in his forties, wore glasses, and looked a bit like Chow Yun-fat. He had a square face, slicked-back hair, and was rather handsome.

"What's wrong?" the doctor asked leisurely, seemingly unhurried.

Ji Xiang quickly recalled his memories and realized that he had appeared as Jing Liang, but he was a bit older than him, so he probably wasn't the real Jing Liang.

The person in question is 61 years old. A month ago, while taking a shower, they noticed a small white spot on their head, but did not pay much attention to it at the time.

Who would stare at a tiny white dot every day for no reason, especially someone who is already 61 years old and has let go of important things from their youth?

Therefore, this white dot is naturally ignored.

"I" never go out to play. I go to bed early and get up early every day. I take my husky out for a walk at five o'clock.

The amount of exercise they get every day is too much for the husky; when they get home, they just collapse and fall asleep like a dead dog.

Demolishing your house? Absolutely not.

My recollection was interrupted by a question from the doctor on the other end.

"Jingliang, what's wrong with you?" the doctor, who looked like Chow Yun-fat, asked again.

Ji Xiang sighed helplessly. How did his thoughts end up on that husky named Cai Tuanzi? If he had a dog, he definitely wouldn't name it Cai Tuanzi! Even "Silly Roe Deer" would sound better.

"Old Yang, I have a white spot here, and it's been there for a long time," Ji Xiang said.

He recognized the doctor opposite him, and the two chatted casually.

"Let me see." The doctor picked up a PVC film glove and put it on, then pulled the curtain closed to wait for Ji Xiang to take off his pants.

The inspection began, and Ji Xiang also took a look with his own eyes.

It is larger than a millet grain, and has an ulcer-like appearance, but it is not deep.

"Old Jing, I'm not trying to be mean," the doctor said, his disdain barely concealed. He glanced at him and said dismissively, "How old are you? Still going out to fool around. And to go and have fun, with real weapons and no protection whatsoever?"

"..." Ji Xiang was taken aback.

"I'm over 60 years old, what's the point of playing around?"

He was saying that he walks his husky every day?

But there was no ambiguity in this statement; Dr. Yang meant that he had a history of promiscuity.

MMP!

Countless thoughts raced through Ji Xiang's mind.

This is genital cancer, genital cancer!

Ji Xiang really wanted to... but never mind, those scenes are not suitable for children, I'll censor them just thinking about them.

"The diagnosis is clear: genital warts." Dr. Yang turned around, removed his thin-film gloves, and said, "I'll prescribe some treatment for you, but don't go out and cause any more trouble."

"Dr. Yang, I..."

"I know, you took a bath, didn't you? That's what everyone says." Dr. Yang's disdain was undisguised. He wrote out a prescription on the computer, "I'll prescribe two photodynamic therapy sessions for you. Get the treatment done as soon as possible."

"What is light power?" Ji Xiang asked.

"It's about getting rid of genital warts with laser treatment. You're so old, why are you still so willing to do this?" Dr. Yang kept nagging about the "doing this" thing.

It seems that standing on a moral high ground allows one to speak ill of others without restraint; Dr. Yang acted without any scruples.

Ji Xiang was furious. He really wanted to throw the medical record in Dr. Yang's face, then have sex with him and ask this idiot doctor what the symptoms of genital warts were.

Although he is not a dermatologist, Ji Xiang has the most basic understanding—Dr. Yang has a preconceived notion that the small white spots on his head are genital warts and there is no other possibility!

"Damn it!" Ji Xiang cursed inwardly.

However, Ji Xiang calmed down in an instant.

He immediately realized that the patient named Jing Liang's divorce might be related to the doctor's misdiagnosis.

Ji Xiang was speechless that a 61-year-old man who could walk his husky until it was listless was given such a diagnosis.

After paying, having the needle inserted, and receiving the photosensitizer injected, Ji Xiang waited to undergo photodynamic therapy.

Ji Xiang was unaware of photodynamic therapy; he was merely a resident trainee with a severe lack of clinical experience.

Judging from the name, it sounds like laser treatment.

While waiting, Ji Xiang started searching online.

Online sources claim that photodynamic therapy is a new method for treating tumors, precancerous lesions, proliferative skin diseases, and vascular diseases using photosensitizing drugs and laser activation.

Since it had a therapeutic effect on tumors, Ji Xiang felt relieved.

After arriving at the photodynamic therapy room with Dr. Yang, Ji Xiang took off his pants and lay down.

Dr. Yang seemed quite certain that Jing Liang had an "unclean" disease, and his disdainful attitude throughout the journey annoyed Ji Xiang. He really wanted to have sex with Dr. Yang.

How can someone who can't diagnose a medical condition have the nerve to think they're right?

Because it was a virtual space where people could empathize, Ji Xiang endured it.

But Dr. Yang's attitude hurt Ji Xiang deeply.

Just like the experience of having a kidney amputated, I can empathize with how a self-righteous doctor's casual remark, expression, or action can cause devastating harm to patients and other innocent people.

Treatment begins.

The treatment process is relatively simple; the machine emits a beam of light that falls on the white spot on the head.

It doesn't hurt that much, but it feels strange if it doesn't hurt.

Soon, Dr. Yang called Ji Xiang down.

"Old Jing, go back and rest. Come back for treatment in a week." After saying that, Dr. Yang curled his lip. "Don't mess around. It's not clean. You're an old man, don't you know that lust is a dangerous thing?"

The words "old scoundrel" almost spilled out of Ji Xiang's mouth, but he managed to suppress the urge to reason with Dr. Yang.

He silently went home, and Dr. Yang's face kept flashing before Ji Xiang's eyes the whole way.

Ji Xiang thought of the system NPCs; perhaps a simple case of Ding cancer wouldn't cause such great harm to the patient. The greater psychological trauma, however, was caused by the dermatologist, which left Ji Xiang speechless.

(End of this chapter)