Healing Doctor

Chapter 233 Dr. Meng's Past

"Xiao Ji, I asked a classmate," Dr. Meng said seriously to Ji Xiang when he returned. "It is indeed possible that it is a rheumatoid arthritis. I have already suggested that the patient go to the capital to see a rheumatologist."

"That's good." Ji Xiang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you so much. I always felt there was something wrong with the patient, that it wasn't that simple. He's lucky, he always seems to be on my shift." Meng Qingfei habitually wiped his hands on the back of his white coat.

Ji Xiang's heart skipped a beat, and he asked curiously, "Teacher, how do you feel?"

Dr. Meng from the emergency department glanced at Ji Xiang, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Because I have a history of depression."

"..."

This is true empathy!

Ji Xiang immediately became serious and looked Meng Qingfei in the eye.

He's been through it, and he knows how unpleasant that feeling is.

As they were talking, two patients came to see the doctor. After Ji Xiang finished treating Dr. Meng, Dr. Meng said during their break, "You're still young, you don't know how difficult it is to get sick."

"Teacher, could you... elaborate on that?" Ji Xiang made a request that even he himself felt was a bit excessive.

"If it's convenient, then forget it; if it's not, then forget it," Ji Xiang added.

"That was a long time ago, it's all in the past, there's nothing that can't be talked about." Dr. Meng observed Ji Xiang's expression and gently comforted him. "When I first came to the Second Affiliated Hospital, I was young and impetuous. By the way, I graduated from Peking Union Medical College Hospital."

"!!!"

No wonder! Ji Xiang remembered that Dr. Meng had mentioned asking his classmates for advice and then giving suggestions to patients.

The rheumatology and immunology departments of Peking Union Medical College Hospital and 912 Hospital are among the best in the country. A simple phone call can help patients get in touch and receive the necessary guidance.

"Back then, I was young and arrogant, and I believed that there were bottom lines to being a person. At the first year-end department gathering, I was on duty for an emergency surgery, which made me miss dinner. When I got there, everyone was drunk and they made me drink three glasses in a row."

"It shouldn't have taken so long to do emergency surgery," Ji Xiang complained on his behalf.

"Let's do it! I like to have a few drinks now and then, and besides, we're all just having fun," Dr. Meng said with a smile. "But when the old director brought out a small cup that weighed only 3.3 ounces, I got a little annoyed."

A pound of baijiu, that's deadly! Ji Xiang listened silently as Dr. Meng told his story.

"But the old director told me to drink, so as a junior doctor, I had to drink. I didn't eat a single bite of food, and I downed a whole pound of baijiu."

"I thought that was the end of it, and I was just about to start doing it when the director's lackeys started making me do a circle."

"Damn it, my temper flared up, and I grabbed a bottle and smashed it open on his and the old director's heads," Meng Qingfei said with heroic spirit.

"!!!"

Ji Xiang was taken aback; he was startled by Dr. Meng's words.

Such people are rare in hospitals; it's hard to imagine that a doctor like Meng Qingfei, who claims he would rather die than diagnose patients with mental illnesses, has this side to him.

"Did you drink too much, or were you forced to drink?" Dr. Meng smiled slightly.

However, it also creates a vivid image: someone did something wrong while under the influence of alcohol.

However, this kind of thing is often used in the context of men and women, such as sleeping with your best friend's boyfriend when you're drunk, sleeping with your brother's girlfriend when you're drunk, sleeping with someone else when you're drunk...

Dr. Meng is indeed impressive; he used it to attack the department head.

"I was young and arrogant. I know why the old director treated me like that. His surgeries were just so-so, old-fashioned, outdated. I was a pro at laparoscopic surgery back then."

"During my internship, I was just as much of a star as you, and the teachers gave me free rein. Although I couldn't stay on, they taught me everything I needed to. When I first came to the Second Affiliated Hospital, I was the best at laparoscopic surgery!"

"What happened next? You weren't detained, were you?" Ji Xiang asked.

"No, you'd lose your job if you were detained," Dr. Meng said. "But I was disciplined and assigned to a sewage treatment plant to clean the sewers. Hahaha, I really did clean the sewers, it's not some joke from your urology department."

"I also developed depression around that time. I know I shouldn't have acted directly, but I just couldn't swallow my anger," Dr. Meng said, her eyes slightly bloodshot.

It wasn't that I wanted to cry, but rather that a surge of blood rushed to my head.

"Teacher Meng, what happened next?" Ji Xiang asked.

"I felt terrible, so I became depressed. Let me tell you, during that time of depression, the first thing I experienced was body aches; everything I touched hurt."

"Does it hurt?" Ji Xiang asked in surprise.

"Yeah, it's strange, isn't it? It shouldn't be like this if there are no external injuries, but I just feel pain all over my body, my head, and my stomach and teeth." Meng Qingfei said as if he were joking.

"ha."

"And then there's my tendency to cry. I'm a grown man, and sometimes when I'm looking at the wastewater treatment plant, I suddenly feel something crawling on my face. I wipe it away, and it's tears. It's like a damn ghost!"

Ji Xiang remained silent.

"And then there's... it's not laziness, it's that I feel like I'm sealed away, you know that feeling, right?" Dr. Meng asked.

"I can roughly understand. I feel terrible all over, my mind is a complete mess, and I don't want to think about anything."

"Yes!" Dr. Meng slapped his thigh. "That's exactly the feeling."

"And then there's the feeling that life has no meaning before I go to sleep at night and after I wake up in the morning."

"But if I had the chance to choose again, I would still do the same thing." Dr. Meng curled her lip. "Now when I see some doctoral students jumping off buildings because their supervisors exploit them and refuse to let them graduate, I feel particularly disdainful."

"If you both want to die, why can't you just jump off a building with that bastard of a mentor?"

"Teacher Meng, how did you know it was a scoundrel of a tutor?" Ji Xiang asked with a smile.

"You'll understand when you get your PhD." Dr. Meng didn't explain the matter, but laughed and continued, "I was wrong too. I shouldn't have drawn blood back then. I should have dragged the old director to jump off the building and scared him to death. I was still too young! If it were now, the old director would be in big trouble."

"..."

"Later, the head of the nursing department berated a junior nurse really harshly. Apparently, the junior nurse was a lesbian, and she said some very vulgar things. The junior nurse grabbed her and threatened to jump off the building, but apart from scaring the head of the nursing department so much that she didn't dare to come to work, the junior nurse was completely unharmed. Tsk tsk."

Ji Xiang listened to these gossips with great interest.

"Let me tell you, even after I recovered, I still occasionally feel like I'm having auditory and visual hallucinations."

"Teacher, how did you recover?"

Dr. Meng didn't answer Ji Xiang's question, but just shook his head and continued, "I'm a doctor, I don't believe in superstitions or supernatural things, and I don't want patients to be sent to mental hospitals, I just feel there's something wrong with it."

"Unfortunately, I am not knowledgeable enough to understand it."

"Dr. Ji, come visit more often when you have time," Dr. Meng said with a smile. "You can see a lot of weird and wonderful things in the emergency room. It's a pity you're not very gossipy, otherwise it would be really interesting."

(End of this chapter)