Healing Doctor

Chapter 228 Typos, Ward Off Evil!

Ji Xiang was happy, but not overjoyed.

Having personally experienced Ding's cancer surgery, I can empathize with his experience. I also received guidance from Mr. Wu and my own father, and in the end, the outcome was good.

The whole experience was a bit complicated, and with the help of Director Bai, Ji Xiang could feel himself growing stronger, not just through the surgery.

After changing his clothes, Ji Xiang strode out of the ward, silently pondering what he had gained.

With light steps, Ji Xiang whistled softly.

The noisy chatter interrupted Ji Xiang's pleasant mood as he found himself in the lobby outside the emergency department.

Yes, today is the emergency room doctor's shift. Although Ji Xiang didn't take it seriously, he still subconsciously wanted to come and take a look.

Look, Ji Xiang always seems happy chatting with emergency room doctors, and this is part of his clinical work.

As a resident physician, Ji Xiang did not have any psychological barriers to the emergency department, which doctors all loathe. In his mind, the emergency department's restrooms were even a holy place for passing stones.

Just as I was about to step into the corridor of the emergency department, a shrill shout suddenly came from afar.

"Don't follow me, go away!"

Ji Xiang was taken aback. What was going on?

Turning his gaze, Ji Xiang saw a middle-aged woman with disheveled hair being pinned to the ground. Her shrill screams made it seem as if this was a serious public security case.

An emergency room doctor was also there, and he directed a group of people to carry the middle-aged woman into the emergency room.

"Cardiocardiogram monitoring!"

Ji Xiang could hear the voice of the emergency room doctor from afar.

He crept over, but didn't go inside. Instead, he stood outside with a group of other patients and their families, "watching the show."

The middle-aged woman's heart rate was very fast, around 120 beats per minute, and she was constantly talking nonsense, her words indistinct and unclear.

"What happened? You scared me half to death. I thought it was a kidnapping."

"Don't talk nonsense. Kidnapping in broad daylight? What a joke! We've been cracking down on organized crime for so long, and the public security is excellent."

"I heard that this patient is mentally unstable, saying that there is a ghost sitting on his shoulder, and he always covers his eyes and wants to play hide-and-seek with himself."

"..." Ji Xiang was taken aback.

He saw a female ghost on his shoulder playing hide-and-seek, and he immediately thought of several classic horror movies.

Ji Xiang never thought ghosts were scary, which was a result of Ji Yongchang's teachings.

Yoshinaga Masayuki once said that the world would be much more interesting if ghosts existed.

He would be very happy if he saw a ghost, because that would prove the existence of the soul.

But seeing the woman's ferocious expression and her shrill screams, Ji Xiang felt a very strange feeling.

It might be a mental illness.

The patient's vital signs were stable, and the emergency room doctor administered a tranquilizer. Ten minutes later, the patient's cries gradually subsided.

Meng Qingfei then hurriedly came out. When he saw Ji Xiang, he paused for a moment. "Change your clothes, help me."

He tossed him a bunch of keys. "Open the cabinet yourself."

After saying that, Meng Qingfei hurriedly went to treat other patients.

That's how it is in the emergency room; within ten minutes, the room outside the consultation room is already packed with people.

Ji Xiang went to the duty room and tried on each cabinet one by one. He opened the emergency room doctor's locker, took out a white coat, put it on, and went to help.

Suturing is Ji Xiang's forte.

But there were an unusually large number of injuries today. It was almost midnight when Ji Xiang stitched up two minor injuries before the emergency room finally quieted down.

"Luckily, you helped me." Meng Qingfei finally had some free time to talk to Ji Xiang.

"Teacher Meng, what should I do if it's on my own?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Let patients from whichever department they are, but then the resident chiefs will think I'm no good at treating patients. Damn it, if they're so capable, let them come to the ER." Meng Qingfei grumbled.

"I'm here," Ji Xiang said with a smile. "Teacher Meng, what's wrong with the patient in the emergency room?"

"I'll go..." Meng Qingfei immediately stood up and took Ji Xiang to see the patient.

After the intravenous administration of diazepam took full effect, the patient fell into a deep sleep. Only then was Meng Qingfei relieved, and he turned around and led Ji Xiang back to the consultation room.

"I feel like he has mental problems. He keeps saying he's seen ghosts, like a little girl sitting on his shoulder. The girl keeps growing and pressing down on him, making it harder for him to lift his head. And the little girl sitting on his shoulder keeps blowing air, and the back of his neck feels cold."

Ji Xiang asked doubtfully, "Teacher Meng, according to your description, shouldn't they be sent to a mental hospital?"

Meng Qingfei looked up, met Ji Xiang's eyes, and after a full three seconds, said, "Dr. Ji, not all illnesses are mental illnesses; in fact, I would say mental illnesses are very rare!"

"Well……"

Dr. Meng Qingfei's statement differs greatly from Ji Xiang's understanding.

"Besides, ghosts have personalities too, you know," Meng Qingfei suddenly said lazily with a smile.

"How so, Teacher Meng?"

"You must know about Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio," the emergency room doctor said. "There's a story about a young master who was targeted by a female ghost, who then went to visit him that very day."

"Driving?" Ji Xiang looked at Dr. Huang, but he didn't interrupt the emergency room doctor.

Let them drive; the urology department's speed isn't slow.

"The female ghost thoughtfully set up a mode that's only visible to him. It's a night of revelry, and I can't even think about it, otherwise I feel like my consciousness will be 404ed the next second."

"Haha, teacher, feel free to say whatever you want behind closed doors. They always say that when I'm on stage in the urology department."

"Urology, low-level," the emergency room doctor scolded. "One rainy day, a female ghost came up with a couplet: 'A cold wind and rain fill the river city.'"

"I don't understand literature or couplets, but I probably just liked them back then. The young master actually embarrassed himself by not being able to answer."

Then the female ghost left, saying as she departed—"How can a man like you be so ignorant of refinement! You have ruined my pleasure!"

Ji Xiang found Dr. Huang incredibly interesting. Although he was just chatting with him, Dr. Huang could actually recite some lines from Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, which was quite impressive.

"Look at them, even as ghosts they have to memorize things. What excuse do you have not to work hard?" Dr. Huang suddenly said.

"..."

"Yeah, I used to use that phrase to motivate myself when I was in school, otherwise even the female ghost would look down on me."

"Hahaha." Ji Xiang found Dr. Huang incredibly funny.

"The story isn't over yet, I let it slip," Dr. Huang said. "Later, the young master's family was afraid he would waste his life and ruin his health, so they kept trying to dissuade him. Then the young master left a note for the female ghost, a note with one sentence and three typos."

"Well……"

The female ghost angrily declared, "With a son-in-law like this, I'd rather be a prostitute!"

"See? Uncultured, he wouldn't even be interested in a female ghost. By the way, Dr. Ji, are there any typos in your medical records?"

Ji Xiang was taken aback.

"There are typos, but it's a good omen."

(End of this chapter)