Healing Doctor

Chapter 219 When Poor, One Should Cultivate One's Own Virtue (Bonus Chapter x2 by Alliance Leader sueyee12)

"With money, you really can do whatever you want," Ji Xiang remarked.

Ji Yongchang rarely talked to Ji Xiang about this kind of thing, and Ji Xiang didn't know much about it either. But today, what he saw was shocking.

"The giants in the soybean market are taking advantage of farmers in the spot market, speculators in the futures market, and pig farm owners in the pork market."

After making a fortune, they still had a warehouse full of pork, enough to go back to the pork market again.

"That's roughly what happened. On the last night, I sat with the kid on the rooftop for a few hours, drank two bottles of wine, and watched him jump."

"Dad, why didn't you stop him?" Ji Xiang asked in surprise.

"The kid's mental state has collapsed; it's not about the money." Ji Yongchang gave Ji Xiang a deep look.

"Dad, I won't break down."

Ji Xiang vaguely understood the significance of his grandfather telling this story, and he said firmly.

"In your medical field, top-tier doctors—I mean the very best—would look utterly idiotic in the way other doctors perform their procedures."

"It's like watching a kid trade. He has no idea about the power of international giants, he only knows how to look at the data, so he was forced to liquidate his account, suffered heavy losses, and lost his composure."

"He used to think he was exceptionally gifted, but he had never faced the truly cruel world. So when something happened, he couldn't accept it."

"A top-tier doctor," Yoshiaki pointed to himself, "has a different perspective and vision because he knows how powerful the invisible forces are. That talented young man, on the other hand, lacks vision and blindly believes in himself."

"The Mr. Wu you mentioned falls into the category of those whose technical skills are insufficient, but how many top-tier doctors like me at the Financial Street level are there? There are very few."

Ji Yongchang said calmly.

Ji Xiang suddenly remembered the system NPC. He had long been accustomed to the old man's way of speaking, which was exactly the same as the system NPC's Versailles.

They may have simply stated a fact, but to their own ears, it sounded like they were showing off.

"How many patients are there? Almost infinitely many. Even the best doctors couldn't see them all, no matter how hard they worked."

"So?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Therefore, I don't think Dr. Wu did anything wrong," Ji Yongchang said with certainty. "A person's level of skill determines what they should think. In a sense, it's a matter of perspective."

But doctors are there to treat illnesses and save lives.

"Hehe." Yoshinobu chuckled. "Be more insightful."

"Um?"

"Decades ago, when I was a child, an old man in my hometown who was very kind to me became paralyzed. He went to the hospital for treatment, but he passed away soon after. I later thought that it must have been a cerebral hemorrhage that was treated as a cerebral infarction."

"..."

"But that was the technological situation at the time, what could we do?"

"..."

Ji Xiang remained silent.

"When you are successful, you should help others; when you are unsuccessful, you should cultivate your own virtue." Ji Yongchang finished speaking, stood up, and glanced at Ji Xiang. "That's roughly the principle. Don't overthink it; be clear about it."

Ji Xiang thought about it carefully and finally nodded.

He understood what his grandfather's story was trying to tell him.

What should I do?

Ji Xiang returned to his room and thought about it for a long time. Due to his lack of clinical experience, he could only take it one step at a time.

Calming himself down, Ji Xiang went to the operating room to begin new surgical training.

The system NPC didn't talk much with Ji Xiang, but instead assisted him in the surgery and pointed out problems during the procedure.

……

……

The next morning, Ji Xiang arrived at the hospital.

He arrived 20 minutes early, changed his clothes, and went to the wards to check on the patients and gather their information.

Especially for patients undergoing total mastectomy for cervical cancer, Ji Xiang pretended to be nonchalant but carefully observed their emotional changes.

Overnight, the patient seemed to remain unchanged, but Ji Xiang always felt that he was more depressed, as if a dark cloud was hanging over his head and it was raining continuously.

The patient became damp and depressed, sitting listlessly on the bed, not wanting to talk to anyone.

After handing over his shift, Ji Xiang followed Colonel Wang into the operating room.

"Dr. Ji, you're here." Tang Yan greeted Ji Xiang as they entered the operating room.

"Hmm, it's you again," Ji Xiang said.

Tang Yan has been performing a lot of urological surgeries lately, and Ji Xiang just felt like he'd seen her too many times, so he casually remarked.

"What, you want to choose your own scrub nurse? You're getting more and more outrageous!" Tang Yan asked.

Ji Xiang didn't argue with Tang Yan. Generally speaking, Ji Xiang is like his father and doesn't like to talk much.

"Dr. Ji, everyone said you were going to stay in Shanghai, why did you come back?" the circulating nurse asked.

"Nonsense, I'm a resident physician, why would I stay in Shanghai?" Ji Xiang began checking the patient's information, from medical records to X-rays, checking and verifying countless times, like an obsessive-compulsive.

"You learn so fast! Your obsessive-compulsive tendencies are just like your Director Liu's. You're just short of going to a mental hospital for a checkup," Tang Yan said while preparing the surgical kit. "It was my first time seeing Director Liu on stage, and I felt really uncomfortable."

"With his obsessive-compulsive tendencies, who could get used to it?" the circulating nurse said. "Dr. Ji, you're still young, it's good for you to learn from him."

Ji Xiang didn't think there was anything wrong with Director Liu's habit. The more checks, the more accurate the results, to avoid serious incidents like misdiagnosing kidneys. It was a good thing.

"Those old guys, the head of urology and the professors in charge of the group, are hopeless. You're still young," the circulating nurse said while preparing things. "They can find you in urology no matter what kind of lowlife they are. Tell me, what good things can you learn from them?"

"What's going on, sis?" Tang Yan asked.

"I was on duty a few days ago, and I was called in for the anorectal and gastrointestinal emergency cases, but it turned out to be the urology department's fault."

"Don't talk nonsense." Colonel Wang walked in and said with a smile, "That patient just stuffed a dumbbell into his rectum, what does that have to do with us?"

"Dumbbells? How big?" Tang Yan asked in surprise.

"Five kilograms," the circulating nurse said. "His rectum was punctured, and he's bleeding profusely. Colonel Wang, and you still say it has nothing to do with you, you bunch of old lechers."

"Every chrysanthemum can bloom in profusion," Colonel Wang said. "This really falls within the scope of treatment for anorectal and gastrointestinal issues..."

"Why don't you just dig into a few more prostates and you'll be done? That patient kept me up all night, and I had to go to the blood bank four times to get blood. I was exhausted."

Tang Yan finally understood and asked in surprise, "No, no, no, dumbbells, are they the kind that are big at both ends and thin in the middle?"

"yes."

"How did it get in there?" Tang Yan racked her brains but still couldn't figure it out.

"Who knows? They have all sorts of ways. But don't ask, the answer is always 'accidentally sitting on it.'" Colonel Wang laughed. "A few years ago, there was a patient in Europe who said that old artillery shells from World War II were also removed from the rectum. His medical record said he accidentally sat on it. It's the same both domestically and internationally, there's no difference."

(End of this chapter)