Healing Doctor

Chapter 22 Seeking Medical Treatment

Ji Xiang was taken aback.

"I can't sit down, I can't sit down..." That's such a vicious statement!

Is it really that serious?

What grudge could anyone have against someone to say such a thing?!

Ji Xiang frowned as he watched the woman named Xiao Mo leave, feeling a heart-wrenching pain.

This feeling was extremely complex, a mixture of inferiority, sadness, and inexplicable emotions. These complex feelings combined to form a knife, constantly stabbing at the heart.

pain……

Ji Xiang could feel that pain.

It's not the pain of getting a shot in the head; this kind of pain comes from the depths of the soul.

After the woman left, Da Hai's last bit of composure was shattered by the words "Your Majesty, I cannot sit here," and he burst into uncontrollable sobs, ignoring the astonished looks of the passersby.

for a long time,

for a long time,

for a long time.

The sea gradually came to a stop, and he aimlessly lit one cigarette after another.

Cigarette butts littered the ground, the sea seemed lost in the ocean, life had lost its direction, and self-esteem had been utterly shattered by the words "Your Majesty, I cannot sit here," beyond repair.

The night passed just like that.

Although Ji Xiang was just an observer, he was extremely patient and did not get annoyed.

Moreover, Ji Xiang understood that this was the system NPC using visual language to tell him that only a ghost would know what a patient who needed to undergo lengthening surgery had gone through.

The next day, as soon as it was light, Dahai booked an appointment with a urologist at a local hospital using his mobile phone.

He, who usually saves every penny, was very generous this time, and the 500 yuan expert consultation fee did not deter Dahai.

Queue up, wait for your turn, and enter the consultation room.

Da Hai stated his purpose directly and then took off his pants behind the curtain to show the expert.

"You don't need surgery." The experienced expert, having seen countless patients, remained calm and composed. After glancing at the patient, he said, "This thing is good enough as it is. What's the point of going through surgery unnecessarily?"

"Doctor, I want it to be over 18 centimeters," Dahai said firmly.

"What are you thinking about?" The old expert pushed up his reading glasses with his middle finger. There was no impatience in his tone, but rather a hint of helplessness.

It's probably because he encountered too many patients similar to Dahai during his medical career.

"Judging by the size, it's 12.5cm, which is above average. This is a psychological issue for you. You either need to go there yourself or see a therapist."

"You're calling me crazy?!"

Ji Xiang could already feel the sea's anger, like flames, and that evil fire was about to be unleashed on the old expert.

Da Hai is not a bad person; in fact, Ji Xiang can sense his kindness, which can be described as cowardly kindness.

But everyone has moments of losing their temper.

The same is true of the ocean.

I couldn't bear to see him lose all his pride, and I was about to unleash all my pent-up anger on the old doctor.

Ji Xiang only hoped that he wouldn't encounter any human tragedies in the system space.

"Sit down, sit down," the old expert said calmly. "Look at you, what a mess. This is a hospital, keep your voice down, I'll explain everything to you in detail."

Da Hai stood before the old expert, his fists clenched.

"Every medicine has its side effects, and surgery is no exception. Do you think it's magic? That a single surgery can turn 12.5cm into 18cm?"

"Lengthening surgery, simply put, requires severing the suspensory ligaments, which will affect the angle and stability, but it will not cause complete drooping, but it will also not make it stand upright."

"..." Da Hai was taken aback, and his clenched fists involuntarily loosened.

"What you think is definitely not the truth." The old expert sighed. "In all my years of working in urology, the surgery I least want to perform, or even see, is lengthening surgery."

"Why?" Da Hai asked, somewhat bewildered.

The old expert picked up a pen and drew a sketch on an A4 sheet of paper.

"Look, the surgery involves removing the outer skin, cutting the ligaments, and pulling out the part hidden inside."

Ji Xiang had a different opinion on the term "old expert".

But this slightly vulgar word instilled fear in the sea.

Can you get something for free from that?

Indeed, this is something you really can't think about. Once you think about it carefully, that fear will rise from the bottom of your heart, and you'll feel a chill all over your body.

"Your length is sufficient, there's no need for it. I believe there are only a few types of patients who truly need similar surgery, such as burn patients and patients with amputation injuries."

"Your problem is psychological," the old expert advised earnestly. "There are all sorts of things said online these days, like the average annual salary of a million or the average height of eighteen centimeters. I've hardly ever seen anyone who's eighteen centimeters tall in my entire life."

Ji Xiang smiled when the old expert mentioned the word "Laozi".

It turns out it was talk therapy.

He calmed himself down and patiently listened to the advice of a senior expert from the system.

"Let me tell you, engorgement of the corpora cavernosa can affect blood flow throughout the body. You know NBA star Serge Ibaka, right? Fans calculated from photos that he's 28cm tall, hence the nickname '28-cm Ibaka'."

But do you think he's smart enough?

The longest recorded human body in the world is 58cm. Do you know how that person died?

Da Hai was confused by the old expert's line of thought, and he shook his head blankly.

"The corpus cavernosum became congested with blood, leading to brain hypoxia, and he died as a result," the old expert said.

For a moment, Ji Xiang didn't know whether the old expert in front of him was making a joke or was serious.

In my memory, there seems to be a tribe in Africa where people can wrap their arms around their waists.

"So, just get what you need. If it's not enough, lose some weight; less fat in your abdomen will help," the senior expert continued. "I don't recommend having surgery just for the sake of having surgery."

"But..." Da Hai hesitated.

"Young man, surgery is a very serious matter, except for a few essential ones..."

The old expert spoke at length, completely extinguishing the anger in Da Hai's heart and bringing him closer to Da Hai.

"Like all sorts of cosmetic surgery and plastic surgery, stuffing things into the body, is it necessary? To be honest, I don't know. In my opinion, people are all pretty much the same; beauty and ugliness are just a matter of the standards of a certain era."

"Go back and get a good night's sleep. Whatever anyone says, I don't recommend you take it seriously."

The old expert personally saw Da Hai off, and before leaving, just like a system NPC, he patted Da Hai on the shoulder.

It seemed he had learned something, and Ji Xiang recalled the old expert's words from the beginning. But if he had to say what he had learned, Ji Xiang wasn't sure.

I never expected to gain this insight while feeling the same way.

While the old expert's words briefly dispelled Da Hai's idea, they didn't last. A few days later, Da Hai visited major hospitals throughout the city, seeking a lengthening procedure.

In Ji Xiang's view, Da Hai was truly shocked by what that woman named Xiao Mo had said.

The phrase "Your Majesty, I cannot sit here" was like a knife, stabbing Da Hai's heart into a bloody mess.

However, all the major hospitals refused to perform the surgery because there were no indications for it, and Dahai became more and more agitated.

Ji Xiang did not become impatient, but instead immersed himself in experiencing the changes in the mindset of a patient who had been harmed.

A few days later, after failing to find a doctor, Da Hai noticed the words on a lighter by chance and went to the Department of Urology at Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

I remember many years ago, when Ji Xiang was in high school, the ministry issued a document that prohibited private hospitals from using names that could be misunderstood, such as Peking Union Medical College Hospital, West China Hospital, or Xiangya Hospital.

When Dahai entered the hospital, a pretty and well-proportioned triage nurse greeted him with a smile.

Da Hai was cautious and shy, and could barely speak a word.

Upon entering the consultation room, a doctor with gray hair greeted me with a smile, which was very pleasant. Both the environment and his attitude were excellent.

Compared to public hospitals, this place is simply paradise.

"Young man, what's wrong?"

Da Hai was afraid that the other party would reject him again, so he whispered his request.

"Oh, it's a very simple minor surgery, and the cost isn't high," the old doctor said with a smile. "Just for lengthening? Do you want to increase the girth too?"

"!!!"

With just one sentence, the ocean was completely conquered.

Whatever the doctors who had rejected him had said before, he forgot it all at this moment.

Ji Xiang sighed deeply.

Ji Xiang had heard his teacher talk about the philosophical questions involved during his internship, but most of it was just fragmented grumbling.

Ji Xiang didn't care, nor did he want to understand. To Ji Xiang, it was all like the meaningless one-minute candlestick chart that his old man looked at; he just liked it.

It allows for an immersive experience of a patient's emotional journey, but Ji Xiang is a bit confused.

He could already foresee what the sea would encounter.

Is there always a reason why someone is pitiful?

If it were before, if Ji Xiang didn't know the ocean's journey, he would have thought this way.

However, after experiencing it firsthand, he gained a different understanding of the ocean. That sentence was really hurtful, and the standard of 180, 180, 180 was also nonsensical.

And so, with external stimuli, the sea gradually walked into a carefully designed trap.

Ji Xiang also knew why this time he wanted to have an immersive experience, which was different from the empathy he had experienced with the circumcision procedure, and that he couldn't control it.

If it were me, I definitely wouldn't have come for surgery.

The old doctor with silver hair across from him continued to ramble on. His facial features and expressions seemed so ferocious and terrifying to Ji Xiang that they made him feel disgusted.

But the sea seemed to have found a kindred spirit and was completely captivated.

Because of his financial constraints, Dahai first asked how much the surgery would cost. From 7000 to 40000, Dahai retreated step by step, while the old doctor opposite him pressed on relentlessly.

Although he pressed on relentlessly, he maintained a perfect sense of proportion, leaving Ji Xiang speechless.

He was admitted to the hospital, underwent examinations, and prepared for surgery. Ji Xiang watched silently.

The pre-operative procedures were quite standard: measuring the length of the engorged area at rest, preparing the surgical area, and disinfecting it.

The night before the surgery, Dahai touched the surgical area, which felt a little prickly after the skin was prepared, and felt excited.

Ji Xiang felt the excitement of the sea.

But Ji Xiang wasn't excited; on the contrary, he started to feel somewhat frustrated for some reason.

The next morning, feeling empty inside, Dahai was taken to the operating room.

Lying on the operating table, Ji Xiang stared at the operating light, feeling as if he were looking at a vast, white wilderness, his heart filled with increasing bewilderment.

"Young man, don't be nervous, it's just a minor surgery," the elderly doctor, wearing a hat and mask, said, standing next to Dahai.

"Yes, Dean Sun, I'm not nervous." Dahai tried to suppress his complicated feelings, but his voice still trembled slightly.

Dean Sun began to get busy, disinfecting the surgical area and preparing for the surgery.

"Young man, you're too fat," Dean Sun said as he prepared to lay out the sheet.

"I'll lose weight once I'm better," Dahai said apologetically.

"You should have liposuction here." Dr. Sun pressed on the area of ​​fat above Dahai's pubic bone. "Removing some fat will improve the results and can result in a gain of 1-2 centimeters."

"..."

Ji Xiang remained silent. Was this the price increase after the surgery was performed?

He had only heard of this before, but had never actually encountered it.

If it were Ji Xiang, he would rather crawl out of the operating room than talk to Dean Sun again.

But when Da Hai heard that he could grow another 2cm, his body began to tremble, and he repeatedly said, "Good, good, good!"

(End of this chapter)