Healing Doctor

Chapter 220 The Instinct to Court Death (Bonus Chapter x2 for the Alliance Leader's Super Daddy)

"Xiao Ji, are you checking?" Colonel Wang didn't continue discussing with Tang Yan and the circulating nurse how the dumbbells were inserted.

Even Colonel Wang didn't know how the patient had managed to do it.

Such situations are not common, but they are not rare either.

Having not worked in clinical practice for decades, I truly don't know just how high human wisdom, imagination, and curiosity can go.

Anyway, whether it's dumbbells or decades-old artillery shells, once you go in, you'll say you accidentally sat on one.

Gradually, the doctors at the hospital got used to this explanation.

My feet slipped, so I sat down.

Hmm, that makes sense.

I believe it, isn't that enough?

"Teacher Wang, the patient information has been verified." Ji Xiang reported.

"Go swipe your hands, get ready to go on stage."

Watching Ji Xiang's retreating figure, Colonel Wang smiled with satisfaction.

"Old Wang, I heard this child was going to Shanghai, why is he back?" The circulating nurse hadn't forgotten about it and continued to ask.

"Would you believe me if I said Shanghai's medical standards are inadequate?"

"I'd be a fool to believe you, you old geezer. Shanghai's standards aren't high enough, but yours, Colonel Wang, is certainly high enough, right?" the circulating nurse said disdainfully.

"My doctor Xiao Ji is incredibly skilled!" Colonel Wang crossed his arms and checked the patient's information again.

"I can't stand you guys who unclog drains, you've checked it so many times," the circulating nurse said.

"You guys open the bag, I'll go swipe my card."

As he spoke, Colonel Wang strolled over to wash his hands.

"Sister," Tang Yan said, opening her surgical kit, "dumbbells, is that possible?"

"You'll understand once you've done it for a while," the circulating nurse said. "Human beings' suicidal instincts are as distant as their thoughts."

"ha."

"For example, I've seen people stuff light bulbs in their clothes."

"What the heck, aren't you afraid it'll break?"

"I've seen broken glass before," the circulating nurse chuckled. "A shard of glass pierced right through the rectum and almost damaged a major artery. It was horrible."

"Amazing!" Tang Yan exclaimed. "How did you manage to fit it in?"

"You're just a young girl, you should just enjoy the fun, why are you thinking so much?" the circulating nurse scolded.

"Isn't this just asking for trouble?" Tang Yan remarked.

Ji Xiang returned after scrubbing his hands and began disinfecting. Colonel Wang returned shortly after and overheard the circulating nurse chatting with Tang Yan. He laughed and said, "People are always so strange. When I was little, I was always eager to court death."

"Oh? Tell me, what did you put in there?" the circulating nurse asked with a smile.

"When I was a child..." Even the sterile cap couldn't hide the grease on Colonel Wang's head, and the light radiated out faintly, like the light emitted by another shadowless lamp.

"I think it's really cool to see my dad sitting on the sofa every day, smoking, frowning, like he's thinking about something!"

"Back then, I looked forward to growing up, unlike now."

"And then?" the circulating nurse asked.

"One day I came home from school and, imitating my dad, sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and smoked it in a very serious manner," said Colonel Wang. "While smoking, I sighed softly, frowned, and immersed myself in playing the role of a middle-aged man who had experienced many hardships and was overwhelmed by the burden of his family."

"Youth is the best time. Every time I think back, I feel so embarrassed I want to bang my head against the wall, but I was young back then."

"Did you learn to smoke back then?"

"No." Colonel Wang shook his head as he disinfected his hands. "My mother came home early that day. When she came in, she saw me sitting on the sofa smoking. We looked at each other, surrounded by smoke."

"I felt like I was completely immersed in that feeling, genuinely believing I was a middle-aged man, asking my mom in a gruff voice, 'Xiaomei, why are you home so early from get off work today? Don't cook, let's go out to eat.'"

"..."

"..."

"Hahaha," the circulating nurse laughed heartily, "and then what?"

"The next morning, in the bright sunshine, what we would call 'perfect sunshine' these days, I was lying in a hospital bed when a nurse came to give me an intramuscular injection."

"He was beaten and hospitalized?!"

"Yes, that was my first time in the hospital." Colonel Wang helped Ji Xiang lay out a sterile drape. "So, I've always understood this kind of reckless behavior. A lot of people just find it funny; it's probably a kind of yearning for a new life?"

"Stop talking nonsense, I think you're just not smart enough. You were like that when you were a kid, and you're not much smarter now," the circulating nurse said. "If I were your mother, I'd be scared half to death."

"Yeah, my mom was really scared half to death, but she was so fierce back then. We even had training rounds at home, and she almost took them out and killed me with them."

"Tsk tsk, you're really good at courting death."

"Colonel Wang," Tang Yan suddenly asked, "what is a training missile?"

"They're all gone now, don't worry about them," Colonel Wang said. "I've seen plenty of people courting death. Count them first, work well together, and if the surgery goes smoothly, I'll tell you a big story about something that happened to me during my advanced studies before we leave the operating room."

Tang Yan shifted her mask slightly, seemingly inwardly criticizing Colonel Wang.

After laying out the sterile drapes, Colonel Wang glanced at Ji Xiang and saw that Ji Xiang was standing in the assistant's position. Without saying anything, he stood in the surgeon's position and began the operation.

The surgery went smoothly and ended amidst laughter and conversation.

"Colonel Wang, tell me, what exactly happened?" Tang Yan remembered Colonel Wang's words.

"You're a very observant child," Colonel Wang said while rinsing and checking for any active bleeding. "I met a patient in Beijing who had kidney cancer and underwent surgery five years ago during my advanced studies."

"The patient recovered well after the surgery, but later developed esophageal cancer. The patient and his family insisted that it was caused by untreated kidney cancer that had metastasized."

"Uh, isn't that a bit too much?"

"Right, I also found it very difficult at the time, and my professor didn't know what to do either. The patient was hospitalized, and he just stayed there and died."

"..."

"..."

Everyone was speechless.

The hospital sees all sorts of people, but the vast majority of them are only after money or life, and would never let their tumor grow bigger or even die because of anger.

"That's pretty bizarre," Tang Yan said.

"I've seen people try to extort money, and I've seen people treat patients haphazardly because they don't know what they're doing. Colonel Wang, you're telling me patients are lying in their hospital beds and dying, what for? To get compensation?"

"No, the patient just wanted an explanation. It was a long time ago, and there were very few medical disputes back then," Colonel Wang said. "But esophageal cancer really has nothing to do with kidney cancer, and metastasis is unlikely to occur there. No matter how we explained it, even if we said it a hundred times, that it was probably primary esophageal cancer, the patient and their family just wouldn't listen."

"Tsk tsk."

"sharp."

"I wasn't finished yet. What I just said was the background of the story..." Colonel Wang deliberately kept everyone in suspense.

(End of this chapter)