Healing Doctor

Chapter 282 Too Little Clinical Experience

Director Bai didn't go to rest or eat; instead, he stayed in the ICU the whole time.

He watched as the patient fell into a deep sleep, his body gradually relaxing, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

Avoiding light and noise, administering intravenous penicillin and tetanus antitoxin—these measures are no challenge for the Second Affiliated Hospital.

Treatment for tetanus infection is also very simple. Even if the patient experiences difficulty breathing or respiratory arrest, tracheal intubation or tracheotomy can be performed in time to use a ventilator.

As long as no one dies from exhaustion, it's fine.

Thinking of this word, Director Bai had a feeling of unbearable past events, as if countless years had passed and a terrible mistake had been made.

After leaving the ICU room, Director Bai emphasized the precautions to the medical staff and told the ICU director to call him immediately if there were any problems he couldn't handle before changing his clothes and leaving.

The patient's family and the radiant elderly man waited at the entrance of the ICU, while Dean Sun was talking to the patient's father.

When Director Bai came out, he ostensibly reported the patient's condition to Dean Sun, but in reality, he was telling the patient's family that the patient's condition had temporarily stabilized and that they shouldn't worry.

After listening to Director Bai's words, the radiant old man stepped forward and clasped his hands together.

"Compassion," said the ruddy-faced old man. "My name is Dong Jinglin. You must be Dr. Bai. Excellent skills!"

"You're too kind," Director Bai returned the greeting, showing great respect to the ruddy-faced old man. "Sir, I didn't give you the diagnosis."

"Hmm." The ruddy-faced old man nodded slightly. Director Bai sensed an aura of complete control emanating from him. His gaze wasn't sharp, but Director Bai felt a slight pain after being looked at for a few times.

"To my shame, I was at my wit's end at the time. For a moment or two, I thought it was something supernatural and had absolutely nothing to do with medicine," Director Bai explained.

"Later, Dr. Ji from our hospital reminded me, and that's when I performed the examination on the patient. Now it seems the initial diagnosis was correct."

"Dr. Ji, is that the young man who's over 1.8 meters tall?" the ruddy-faced old man asked.

"Did you see him?"

The ruddy-faced old man smiled but said nothing.

"It was him," Director Bai said with emotion. "Back then, when you said you didn't sense anything unusual, I should have thought about it from a medical perspective."

Director Bai's words were quite blunt. It was the first time he had encountered such a "reclusive master," and he didn't know how to respond.

"I told you there were no evil spirits." The ruddy-faced old man laughed heartily. "Luckily, there was that Dr. Ji, otherwise, if word got out, my lifelong reputation would be ruined."

After exchanging a few polite words, Director Bai didn't make a definitive statement, only saying that the patient had not experienced any further abnormalities such as fractures or congestion after receiving the tetanus antitoxin.

Judging from the current situation, the initial diagnosis seems to be correct.

Director Bai insisted that it was a preliminary diagnosis, and then kept speaking incoherently, much like when he was still working in the clinic explaining the condition to the patient's family.

Director Bai had never encountered family members of patients with similar powerful backgrounds before, so he was very cautious. He would rather forgo merit than make a mistake.

The patient's family didn't understand what Director Bai meant or the subtle differences in his words; they just expressed their gratitude profusely.

After leaving, Dean Sun and Director Bai headed towards the office building.

"Xiaobai, is this the diagnosis from Dr. Ji Xiangji, the one who gave Zhao Jixiang such a blow?" Dean Sun asked.

"Yes."

Director Bai said.

"Ji Xiang, how did he make the diagnosis?" Dean Sun pondered.

At that time, there were no soldiers or horses on the scene, yet chaos reigned.

They were all experienced clinicians; they had never seen or heard of patients infected with tetanus, but none of them expected it when they were actually in that situation.

Dean Sun now feels somewhat ashamed when he recalls the scene.

"Dr. Sun, after reflecting on it, I feel that it was because Ji Xiang had too little clinical experience."

"Too little? Not too much? Are you sure you didn't get it backwards?" Dean Sun was taken aback.

"Yes, Ji Xiang has too little clinical experience," Director Bai said seriously. "Because he has little experience, he only has what he knows from books, and he is also less susceptible to interference. The patient's initial symptoms are congestion and gushing, which are definitely not typical symptoms of tetanus infection."

Dean Sun nodded.

"Therefore, the less you know, the more likely you are to make a diagnosis," Director Bai said. "There is only one possibility."

"Xiao Bai, is the patient alright?"

"No." Director Bai and Dean Sun spoke with certainty, in a completely different tone than when explaining the patient's condition to the family.

"The patient's symptoms stabilized after receiving the tetanus antitoxin. Now, we are giving the maximum dose via continuous infusion, 24 hours a day. If there are no complications, the patient should gradually improve in about 7 days."

"Thankfully it wasn't rabies." Dean Sun breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tetanus was already very serious. Fortunately, it was diagnosed in time. If it had been delayed for another 24 hours, the person would probably be dead." Director Bai recalled with lingering fear.

"That's good," Dean Sun said.

The two arrived at the office. Dean Sun had changed his clothes. "Xiao Bai, that Dr. Ji is quite good. What's your opinion?"

"We couldn't keep him," Director Bai said simply. "I reported to you some time ago that Qin Chu, the boss from Shanghai, wanted to take him on as his last disciple, but... you know the result."

"I don't think Xiao Ji is that kind of person."

"He's very capable, possessing a maturity and composure beyond his years." Director Bai thought carefully for a long time before finding the right words. "Dean Sun, I don't know if my feeling is right, but I always feel that Ji Xiang is even more strange than the patients I saw today."

"Haha, you're overthinking it."

"Yes, that's what I think too," Director Bai said with a smile. "I'll take you home, and I'll come back to check on the patient again later."

Dean Sun was driven home, and the two of them relaxed along the way, both beaming with joy, and talked a lot.

Director Bai took Dean Sun home and then returned to see the patient again.

Today's patients are different from other patients with difficult and complicated diseases. At that time, Director Bai's firm resolve wavered, so he always wanted to take a closer look.

The patient's condition has stabilized, and it seems the medication is effective, which, from another perspective, proves that Ji Xiang's diagnosis was correct.

Director Bai didn't go home; instead, he curled up on the sofa in his office, intending to make do with whatever he could find.

Despite being physically exhausted, he was unusually energetic and not sleepy at all.

The patient's bizarre hematoma and gushing blood, coupled with the thought of having his left radius and ulna broken by "someone," all seem like something out of a horror movie.

At that time, everyone was at a loss, but Ji Xiang stepped forward and gave a diagnosis.

It's true that young people are fearless; the less they know, the easier it is for them to give the correct answer based on what's written in the book.

Director Bai himself knew this was nonsense.

But there's nothing to explain Ji Xiang.

(End of this chapter)