Healing Doctor

I still recommend cutting everything out of Chapter 217.

"Mr. Wu, what happened to those patients afterward?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Although it was squamous cell carcinoma, there was generally no metastasis to the lymph nodes, but they were all removed... It can be said that total mastectomy for Ding cancer is the most devastating surgery for a patient, bar none," said General Manager Wu. "After the surgery, the patient was dejected... By the way, Dr. Ji, I saw a picture a while ago."

"Do you have a website address?" Lu Kai asked.

"Tch, a proper picture." Mr. Wu chuckled. "A neutered male dog goes to the vet at the same time every day and barks."

"It's not that we disrespect patients, but when I saw that picture and glanced at the text, my first thought was of patients who had undergone total resection of cancer." Mr. Wu became serious as he said this. "I think that the vast majority of these patients are cured of their cancer, but they will hate their doctors."

"No, no, it's not that serious. They chose to get treatment themselves, so why would they hate the doctor?" Lu Kai said.

Ji Xiang remained silent.

Because he hadn't had enough time to truly empathize, he didn't yet know the patient's final state of mind.

"I don't want to either, but I have no choice. If I want to live, I have to just endure it," said General Manager Wu. "Endure it—those two words perfectly capture the essence of medicine."

Ji Xiang chuckled. "Is Mr. Wu the type who can't say anything nice?"

"There are still very few diseases that can be cured," Mr. Wu said earnestly. "Let's not even talk about tumors; hypertension, diabetes, coronary heart disease, and even benign prostatic hyperplasia in urology—how many of them can be completely cured?"

"The vast majority of treatments are just about surviving. Life is only a few decades long, and surviving a few decades is just that—surviving. The longer you survive, the more you win. As doctors, our job is to help people survive. If I had to choose between removing a cervical cancer and having it metastasize within a few months, I would definitely choose the former."

"Mr. Wu, if that's the case, you won't be able to get married." Lu Kai exclaimed in astonishment.

"Sigh, let alone whether I can get married, the most important thing is that every time I go to the toilet to pee, I have to find a sitting or squat toilet, I can't stand up." Mr. Wu sighed, his mood slightly downcast.

"Let's pee together. I'll pee a line, and you pee a hole?" Lu Kai laughed.

Lu Kai is also a talented individual; he can drive anytime, anywhere. Although his driving skills are still somewhat immature, given time he will undoubtedly become a top-notch race car driver and a promising talent in urology.

But these words did not resonate with anyone. Both General Manager Wu and Ji Xiang remained silent, seemingly lost in thought.

"Mr. Wu, Ji Xiang, what's wrong with you two?" Lu Kai asked, surprised by their reaction.

The joke they had just told on a whim was perfectly reasonable and should have been met with laughter, but both of them seemed preoccupied.

"Sigh." Mr. Wu shook his head. "Let's just endure it. The patients are enduring it, and so are we."

"I……"

"You're the most cunning one," Mr. Wu scolded. "Knowing you can't stay at the First Affiliated Hospital, you're already looking for a way out for yourself. Don't worry, as long as you keep in touch, I'll help you find a professor to help you. However, this isn't the best option. I'll think about it carefully and then I'll tell you."

Instead of continuing his casual conversation with General Manager Wu and Lu Kai, Ji Xiang began reviewing the medical records.

Medical record pages are blank...

Ji Xiang was helpless.

Since I'm not here, Colonel Wang and Professor Mo really have no one to write the medical records!

"That's too much," Ji Xiang muttered to himself as he got up to inquire about the patient's medical history.

"Haha, Ji Xiang is back to write medical records." Lu Kai laughed after understanding.

"Dr. Xiao Ji is an atypical resident trainee; he's gone for four or five days at a time. Professor Mo's clinic sees so many patients every day, there's definitely no one to write medical records for him." General Manager Wu chuckled, "He's come back to work."

Ji Xiang busily completed his duties as a resident physician, taking more than an hour to finish.

"Mr. Wu, I have a question for you," Ji Xiang said politely.

When Mr. Wu heard Ji Xiang speaking to him so politely, he subconsciously shivered.

"Dr. Ji, please don't say that." Mr. Wu always felt that damned sense of familiarity when facing Ji Xiang. Being able to have a normal conversation was already quite an achievement; he was a model of strong willpower.

Ji Xiang's polite words made General Manager Wu feel like he had been tricked.

"Mr. Wu, I think this patient could undergo partial resection of the genital warts with lengthening surgery. What do you think?" Ji Xiang asked.

"If I were Colonel Wang or Professor Mo, I would rather have a total hysterectomy."

Why?

"It's safe, both for patients and doctors," Mr. Wu said frankly. "It's cancer, you know that, right?"

"What if the patient's family comes knocking on the door if the disease recurs after surgery? Although the possibility is relatively small, there's always the risk of someone interfering."

"Interfering?" Ji Xiang was taken aback.

"Let me tell you," Mr. Wu changed his tone, imitating someone else—though somewhat awkwardly, it was remarkably lifelike—"They can do a full incision, cutting it off directly to prevent metastasis. But do you know why they use such a complicated procedure?"

"They're using patients for experiments, with what kind of control group? Using patients for experiments is absolutely inhumane!"

"..."

Ji Xiang was utterly speechless.

"Well," Mr. Wu said, shrugging, "what will you do if someone says that?"

"There are standards, and there are documents to explain them," Ji Xiang argued.

"Literature? Who's talking about literature?" General Manager Wu said. "Metastasis is metastasis. If something goes wrong with the patient, it's because your surgery wasn't done well. Plus, the patient is already old, so removing it directly is the safest option."

"Dr. Xiao Ji, this is a responsible statement. It's responsible to you, to the surgeon, and most importantly, to the patient."

Mr. Wu spoke a series of words about being responsible, which were a bit awkward, but his expression was firm.

His statement was completely different from that of the system NPC, leaving Ji Xiang somewhat confused and unsure of which option to choose.

"Mr. Wu, that's not how it's supposed to be said," Lu Kai said, also expressing his doubts. "You could have explained it to the patient before the surgery."

"Oh, this person is very forgetful. I'm not saying the patient is deliberately being nitpicky, but if the patient's life is in danger during a metastasis, wouldn't their memory become distorted?"

"Moreover, in the end, it was always the patients' families who came to complain, even though the patients were no longer alive. Of course, this is a low-probability event, but because of... you know what happened in Jinling, ever since then, no one dares to help an old lady who has fallen on the street."

You know those freight-hauling apps, right? They even made a TV series about them.

Mr. Wu's speech became increasingly off-topic and extreme.

Ji Xiang remained silent; he did not believe that General Manager Wu's statement was correct.

But Ji Xiang didn't refute General Manager Wu either; what he said was reasonable and well-founded, and there was no way to refute it.

After finishing his work and returning home, Ji Xiang greeted the old man and went back to his room.

After washing up, I lay down and entered the system space.

Ji Xiang repeated what General Manager Wu had said in detail, then stared intently at the system NPC.

(End of this chapter)