Healing Doctor

Chapter 247 The Unparalleled Hero Who Descended from the Sky

"Waaaaah~"

Having narrowly escaped death, and with Professor Zhou's righteous words, a sense of injustice welled up within him. This grown man actually started sobbing, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Countless grievances arose in my heart.

Looking at Professor Zhou's familiar figure, Ji Xiang felt a mix of emotions.

This must be what a peerless hero who falls from the sky looks like.

The first time I met Professor Zhou, my own doctor was suffering from bleeding after a partial nephrectomy for kidney cancer, and was unable to have the entire kidney removed, which caused him great distress.

That time, Professor Zhou appeared out of nowhere and helped solve the problem with a rudimentary X-ray machine.

This time, it's even more so.

He pulled "himself" back to avoid bloodshed.

"Don't worry, I've looked at the medical records along the way," Professor Zhou reassured him. "Let's go take a look at the patient."

"Professor Zhou, hello, hello. I'm Bao Liang from the Medical Affairs Department. You can just call me Lao Bao." Director Bao greeted him with a smile.

"Have you done the necessary tests?" Professor Zhou asked.

"Professor Zhou, the tests have been done, and the results should be out soon. It's definitely vasculitis!" Professor Li, the team leader, said firmly. "Your interventional vascular skills are among the best in the country. As for the thrombosis..."

"Who told you it was definitely vasculitis?" Professor Zhou's attitude towards him was not good; his sarcasm was obvious and undisguised.

"..." Professor Li, who was leading the group, was taken aback.

"If it's vasculitis, how do you plan to explain acute renal failure?" Professor Zhou asked aggressively.

"It was him!" Professor Li, the team leader, pointed to Ji Xiang. "He initially gave the patient an excessive amount of antibiotics, which caused kidney damage!"

Professor Li's voice was somewhat shrill, with spasms in his vocal cords, clearly indicating that he was very agitated.

"Does your hospital lack even this basic common sense?" Professor Zhou asked coldly, his expression strange. "Or are you just making a fuss over the patient's critical condition and trying to find someone to take the blame?"

See through things but don't say it out loud, or you'll lose all your friends.

Professor Zhou completely disregarded these social niceties; his words were as sharp as steel needles, piercing through Professor Li's lies.

Ji Xiang was very pleased. In Professor Zhou's world, there was no江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) or 人情世理 (renqing, a term referring to human relationships and social customs); black was black and white was white.

"Let's see the results first." Professor Zhou smiled, grabbed Ji Xiang's arm, and said, "Let's go together."

"Zhou...Zhou..." "I" was so nervous that I didn't know what to say. I stammered and couldn't even say a complete sentence.

"Don't worry, it has nothing to do with your treatment, if my diagnosis is correct," Professor Zhou reassured him.

Ji Xiang thought Professor Zhou was an incredibly interesting person.

The blame was being placed on "his" head, and not a single person from his own department—the director, professor, or medical office—spoke up for him.

Everyone is weighing the pros and cons.

An inexplicable illness, irritable and angry family members of the patient—people no longer think about how to give a definitive diagnosis; everyone stands by indifferently, sacrificing themselves.

Although Professor Zhou was an outsider, he spoke out for justice, and even if it offended everyone, he would stand on his side.

Professor Zhou seemed like a hot-blooded young man, completely oblivious to social niceties, recklessly charging ahead without even considering a T (tactical role). Perhaps, he was that T?

"Professor Zhou, do you think it's possible to remove the blood clot from the patient first?" Director Bao of the Medical Affairs Department asked, rubbing his hands together.

He was clearly in a dilemma.

The purpose of inviting Professor Zhou here is to provide targeted treatment and remove those damn blood clots.

But Professor Zhou did come, and he did things that I didn't want him to do.

"Hehe." Professor Zhou chuckled. "A blood clot is just one manifestation of the condition. What happens after the clot is removed? What if a secondary blood clot forms in 1-3 days? How do you plan to handle that?"

"..."

"Impossible!" Professor Zhang, who was leading the group, retorted.

"Let's go take a look," Professor Zhou waved his hand and pulled Ji Xiang along.

"You too, who hasn't suffered injustices when they were young?" Professor Zhou said earnestly. "You only have one life, why bother? I know you're feeling bad, but death won't solve anything."

"Professor Zhou, what illness does the patient have?"

"Let's go see a doctor first; it's not vasculitis anyway."

Professor Li, who was leading the group, glared angrily at Professor Zhou's retreating figure, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Upon arriving at the nuclear medicine lab, the patient's examination had just been completed.

The patients' family members' gazes became extremely unfriendly, a stark contrast to the initial attitude.

Director Bao deliberately slowed down a few steps and landed next to Professor Li.

"Professor Li, what is the relationship between PET-CT and macrovascular vasculitis?"

"Director Bao, PET-CT is the classic method for diagnosing this disease. Diffuse metabolic enhancement will appear in areas of inflammation, which can be seen on imaging."

Are you sure?

"Definitely!" Professor Li said in a sinister tone, "Director Bao, where exactly did we offend this senior doctor? Why does he start finding fault as soon as he arrives?"

"The diagnosis is clear, I'm pretty sure. It's probably a blood clot that developed from the patient's long-term bed rest. All it takes is removing the clot, but he insisted on making the patient undergo a PET-CT scan. I think he did it on purpose!"

"You." Professor Zhou turned to look at Professor Li, who was in charge of the group, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. However, he did not say anything more. Instead, he smiled faintly, turned around and said a few words to the nuclear medicine doctor, and began to fiddle with the machine.

The images appeared on the screen frame by frame.

Professor Li's sinister smile gradually froze into ice.

The large-scale metabolic enhancement that should have appeared on the PET-CT images did not appear. All previous evidence pointed to macrovascular vasculitis, but the cold, objective evidence provided by the machine ruthlessly overturned everything.

"See, that's not true at all." Professor Zhou confirmed his point.

"That's impossible," Professor Li murmured.

He wanted to refute it, but objective evidence proved that his previous diagnoses were all wrong.

"As a senior doctor, it's not shameful to make a wrong diagnosis, but it's shameful to make junior doctors take the blame. I can't be bothered to talk about you, you're a disgrace," Professor Zhou said disdainfully.

"Professor Zhou, Professor Zhou, what is your diagnosis?"

"Catastrophic antiphospholipid syndrome," Professor Zhou said calmly. "There are still a few tests to do. After diagnosis, we will provide symptomatic treatment. The blood clot can heal without removal."

Catastrophic antiphospholipid syndrome!

Upon hearing the diagnosis, Ji Xiang's vision flickered. He vaguely saw Professor Li, who had been shifting blame, slump down and reach out to lean against the wall. In the blink of an eye, he was back in the operating room.

"You're back." The system NPC appeared in front of Ji Xiang.

"Teacher, I'm back."

Ji Xiang's expression was slightly strange.

He went through a lot this time, and it wasn't just about diagnosis.

The system NPC ignored Ji Xiang's attempt to shift blame to his superiors and instead directly explained the relationship between antiphospholipid syndrome and "blue ears".

(End of this chapter)