Healing Doctor

Chapter 215 The Obsession with Standing to Pee (Bonus Chapter for the Alliance Leader's Super Daddy x1)

After leaving the hospital, Ji Xiang wanted to call his family to say goodbye, but in the end he didn't.

He found it extremely boring.

Life can be quite boring, but thankfully there are interesting people like Dr. Zhou, which adds a touch of brightness to the world.

I randomly found a small hotel to stay in, and the next day I went to the hospital outpatient clinic and was successfully admitted to the hospital.

Meanwhile, Ji Xiang... Jing Liang's son made a phone call. He was initially cursing, but after hearing Ji Xiang's explanation, he was dumbfounded.

Everything started to go smoothly, and the key was having a doctor who could diagnose the disease, not the kind of quack who would see a common wart and think it was genital warts or see a case of cancer and think it was genital warts.

This time, Ji Xiang truly experienced what bullying is all about. With just one sentence, a person's dignity can be thrown into the cesspool.

Ji Xiang thought to himself that he could never become that kind of doctor.

After being admitted to the hospital, Ji Xiang's mood improved significantly.

He learned from Dr. Zhou and the urologist that his condition was relatively optimistic, and that the partial resection and lengthening surgery for the genital cancer would not have a significant impact.

Simply put, I'll be able to urinate standing up from now on.

I'm already over 60 years old; this is the most basic requirement, and it allows me to maintain my most basic dignity.

Ji Xiang knew that the system NPCs wouldn't be that cruel.

Lying in his hospital bed, Ji Xiang reflected on the past few days and gained a deeper understanding of the doctor's evaluation.

Like the first doctor I met, Dr. Yang, who looked at the wart-like growths that resembled genital warts without any attempt to hide it.

There must be quite a few people like this. Ji Xiang couldn't understand what they had gone through to develop this kind of bad habit.

Just as I was pondering this, a middle-aged man walked in carrying a bag.

He looked to be in his forties, and his complexion was very bad, almost like the dark, scorching color of someone with hepatitis B who had progressed to liver cancer.

Ji Xiang gave a friendly smile, but the other person's face was ashen, as if he didn't even dare to smile.

Ji Xiang concluded that it was probably the same disease.

This should be the "control group" that the system sets up for itself.

This allows you to empathize more deeply without causing yourself serious psychological distress.

He didn't ask many questions, but simply observed carefully. The empathy wasn't over yet; he definitely needed to accumulate more experience.

Perceiving patients' emotional changes in virtual space to gain valuable clinical experience can be of great help in future clinical work.

The patient in the next bed didn't say anything either. After packing his luggage, he lay on the bed looking at his phone, seemingly engrossed in something.

He was accompanied by a woman of similar age, presumably his lover, but the two didn't seem to communicate much.

Two days passed. On the second day, Ji Xiang and the patient in the next bed lined up to have their skin cut. When Ji Xiang came out, he saw the patient in the next bed standing dejectedly outside the ward.

"Hey bro, do you smoke?" the man asked.

"Smoke." Ji Xiang wanted to refuse, but he still said "smoke."

Communication between men is simple: share a cigarette, have a drink, brag a bit, and the next day they go their separate ways.

He was probably feeling frustrated and wanted to talk to someone because he was having surgery tomorrow.

Ji Xiang isn't a pushover, but he's willing to listen to what he has to say at this time to reduce some of the pressure.

"Smoking is not allowed in the hospital, and it's a smoke-free hospital now, so I'm a little afraid to smoke." The man rubbed his hands together somewhat embarrassedly. "I've been holding back for two or three days, and I have surgery tomorrow. I'm feeling really pent up."

"There's a smoking room downstairs, it's the little red-roofed building next to the main entrance, let's go there," Ji Xiang suggested.

Although he doesn't smoke, Ji Xiang instinctively wanted to listen to the patient's story, even though he had already roughly understood the patient's experience by observing their expressions over the past few days.

Upon arriving at the smoking room downstairs, the patient hesitated as there were people inside.

"Let's smoke outside," Ji Xiang suggested, observing the man's expression and subtly sensing his thoughts.

Finding a corner, the patient took out a cigarette and offered one to Ji Xiang.

"Young man, I've noticed you haven't been talking to your family. What's wrong?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Brother, it's really tough being sick." The man sighed, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and said, "I don't know your story, but I... sigh."

The man sighed, and Ji Xiang didn't urge him.

After a dozen seconds, the man finally said, "I only realized how cold and heartless people are when I got sick."

"What's wrong?" Ji Xiang asked.

"After the diagnosis, I took a long leave of absence to try kinetic light therapy. I heard about it from someone who said it was effective. Knowing I was on leave, my colleagues came to visit me in the hospital, but my closest buddies didn't even call. Guess what they were thinking?"

"You're an official, aren't you? You're forgotten once you're gone?" Ji Xiang patted the man's shoulder, mimicking the manner of a system NPC, and jokingly comforted him.

"No way, I'm just an ordinary citizen. But even ordinary citizens get their tea cold before I'm even gone. I usually play mahjong with those few cronies. After they found out I was sick, they said I was unlucky. They didn't even bother to check on me or make a phone call, afraid that the airborne transmission would bring me bad luck."

"..."

Ji Xiang really hadn't expected this reason.

If it's true that in officialdom and business, people become indifferent after leaving the profession, Ji Xiang can understand that. But worrying that Ding's cancer will affect his luck in playing mahjong is such a wicked feudal superstition!

"Sigh, that's true." The man sighed. "Let me tell you a joke, brother. I used to put their photos under my blankets when I went to play mahjong."

Why?

"Bad luck, bad luck, keep them in check," the man mumbled, smoking with his head down.

"Hahaha," Ji Xiang laughed, "Young man, you really know how to tell jokes."

The man smiled. "I really wish I could go back to the way things were, but unfortunately, I can't. Brother, you... I heard from the doctor that you could have a partial resection, and also some kind of lengthening surgery, and that it wouldn't have much of an impact on your future?"

"How did you know?" Ji Xiang asked.

"A doctor told me that I delayed for too long at the beginning." The man sighed, no longer joking. "At first, I only had a white spot, and I wondered if it might have broken at some point without me noticing, since I always wear condoms."

Do you play this game often?

"Let's talk about messing around." The man took a deep drag on his cigarette. "I don't want to either, but if I don't go out with the client, I can't do business. At first, I wasn't used to it, but then I heard that this is one of the four ironclad rules, and after trying it, it really works."

"You were just having fun by yourself," Ji Xiang teased with a knowing smile that all men understand.

"Nothing to be happy about," the man began to confide in Ji Xiang. "I was completely drunk, and I had to force myself to go to the bathroom twice to wake myself up. I had to listen to whatever the client said... Why am I even talking about this?"

"Ha, right, go on." Ji Xiang really wanted to hear the man talk about his business dealings, but the man stopped talking about it, so he didn't ask any further questions.

"No kitten can resist fish, men are the same, and women are no different. Who ate Tang Sanzang's flesh? You tell me, brother. All that talk about white horses and such is different."

"You went to the hospital, what did the doctor say?"

"The doctor suspected an HPV infection. Looking at his expression, he looked disgusted and even pursed his lips when he spoke to me. I knew he looked down on me, so I went to another hospital."

"A doctor at another hospital prescribed two photodynamic therapy sessions for me. The first one did help, but the lesions started coming back in less than a month. I felt something was wrong, so I didn't do the second one."

"Then I went to the most famous dermatology hospital in our area, and the best doctor there turned out to be a woman. Sigh, buddy, I was embarrassed the first time I'd ever taken my pants off in front of a woman."

Ji Xiang was taken aback. These men seemed unable to speak without driving. It seemed that not only doctors, but even patients who were already terminally ill were like this.

In an instant, Ji Xiang thought of Colonel Wang's bald head.

"So many people want to see her, I can't get on the waiting list. Luckily she still practices at a private hospital, so it's just a little more expensive, but that's a minor issue. When I went to see her, she prescribed me some topical medication. But after using it for over a month, it still hasn't gotten better, damn it."

"And then?" Ji Xiang asked.

"I knew this illness couldn't be delayed, so I went to the military hospital, thinking that an old military doctor must be reliable. I even specifically found an old military doctor who had no hair at all, and his hair was shiny and clear, like a light bulb."

After examining me, he said there was nothing wrong, prescribed some topical medication, and said it would definitely get better in a few months.

"It's been three months, and I still haven't gotten better. When I went for my follow-up appointment, he wasn't there; a young doctor was, and he didn't say anything after examining me. But you know I'm in business, reading between the lines is a basic skill for me."

"I could tell something was wrong right away!"

"Something's not right?" Ji Xiang's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked.

"He hesitated and stammered! Although he didn't tell me explicitly, I knew that if he did that, it meant he already had a definite answer. Some things are hard to say, because if you say them, you'll lose your friends."

"!!!" Ji Xiang remained silent.

He was well aware of this situation. When he experienced the empathy of having his kidney amputated, the system NPC had told him something similar, but that incident was completely different from what the man in front of him was talking about.

"After that, there were blood tests and a biopsy. When the results came out, the doctor wrote CA on them. I knew that was an abbreviation for cancer. When I saw that symbol, my mind went blank."

"..." Ji Xiang didn't know how to comfort him.

The man smoked the cigarette down to the filter, still reluctant to let it go, and took another forceful drag.

"Smoking like this is bad," Ji Xiang said.

"I might not make it," the man sighed. "What else is there to worry about? I've had the surgery, but I'm ruined. The doctor said I'm in the middle to late stages. Although it's squamous cell carcinoma, which isn't fatal, they'll do a total hysterectomy and bilateral inguinal lymph node dissection, and things like that..."

Sigh, whether I live or die, I'll never be able to pee standing up again.

As he spoke, tears streamed down the man's face.

"As long as I'm alive, that's enough."

"Brother, to be honest, I'm so envious of you," the man said, his voice choked with emotion. "It's not the usual envy or jealousy; I genuinely envy you. If I had met a better doctor earlier, and done it when the white buds were just starting to appear, I could have had your procedure done too."

"With partial removal and lengthening surgery, I don't know if I'll ever be able to be happy again. The doctor said it's all possible, but... at least I can still pee standing up."

The man's words were vulgar, but the phrase "peeing standing up" struck Ji Xiang's heart like a hammer.

"To put it another way, if I could do it all over again, I would be willing to spend half of my family fortune on this surgery."

"Why not all of your family's assets?" Ji Xiang asked.

"My wife and kids still need to live, so I'll just have to give up all my assets." After the man finished speaking, his expression improved slightly. "Brother, take care. The doctor specifically mentioned your situation when explaining my condition to me."

"What did you say?"

"It's because we diagnosed it early that we were able to partially remove it. Although it's a bit short, we can do a lengthening procedure. I used to think that lengthening surgery was some kind of shady procedure, something only male prostitutes would do."

Looking at it now, I really wish I had the chance to get lengthening surgery.

The man's tone revealed a deep envy, an envy that Ji Xiang was not used to; it was ingrained in his bones, akin to some kind of obsession.

Ji Xiang didn't know what to say to comfort him. No matter what he said, it seemed to carry a hint of boasting, after all, he was able to have a partial resection... no, to put it simply, he could urinate standing up.

That alone was enough to make the man in front of him green with envy.

Ji Xiang could only keep him company while he smoked a cigarette, trying his best to alleviate his anxiety and discomfort through companionship.

Suddenly, light and shadow flickered, and Ji Xiang returned to the system space.

When Ji Xiang saw the system NPC, he was stunned. He didn't expect that this time he could empathize without having to go through surgery.

"You're back." The system NPC bowed slightly with his hands behind his back.

"I'm back, teacher." Ji Xiang's memory was still stuck on the man's envy of him being able to pee standing up, and he paused slightly.

Tell me, what did you learn from this experience?

"Teacher, is that Dr. Zhou the Zhou Congwen you mentioned?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Why are you as gossipy as Shen Lang?" The system NPC glanced at Ji Xiang.

"I was just curious, and the first Dr. Yang I encountered this time had a different attitude and perspective towards patients than Dr. Zhou," Ji Xiang admitted, although he was also concerned about whether that person was actually Zhou Congwen.

"It's him." The system NPC didn't hide anything. "Many models are based on the clinical experience of our team members. Zhou Congwen is young and strong, and has rich clinical experience."

At this point, a smile appeared on the corner of the system NPC's mouth.

"Teacher, what are you laughing at?" Ji Xiang found it strange.

"Zhou Congwen's shifts are busy, so he's more experienced," the system NPC said. "Aside from that, what else did he learn?"

"Peeing while standing is basically an obsession for patients with genital cancer, a very deep-seated obsession."

"Of course, most top-tier hospitals can't perform partial resection and lengthening surgery. I don't know if the Second Affiliated Hospital where you are can do it."

Ji Xiang fell silent for a moment.

The surgery is not actually difficult, but of course there are drawbacks. Partial resection surgery results in more bleeding than cutting everything off at once, and it is more complicated.

But compared to the patient's quality of life, what does that matter?

(End of this chapter)