Healing Doctor

Chapter 286 Like a Loser

"Old Liu, I see some old patients causing trouble over there at the office building," Lu Gang said as soon as he saw Director Liu. "A whole bunch of patients' family members, some of them are even carrying hoes and pickaxe handles."

"Director Bai has spoken to me."

"What should we do?" Lu Gang asked.

Experienced clinicians know how troublesome this is.

"Make it cold," Director Liu said coldly.

"The situation at home is very serious. I think this is a really big problem!" Lu Gang said in a low voice, looking slightly frightened.

He was good at diagnosis, but not at dealing with patients' families. Seeing a group of aggressive family members blocking the entrance to the government building, Lu Gang was already panicked.

"We'll go on stage in a bit."

"!!!" Lu Gang was stunned.

Go on stage? He didn't react at first, staring blankly at Director Liu for a few seconds before realizing what the director meant.

"He's gone mad!" That was Lu Gang's only thought.

But then he thought again, his hands were cold, what else could he do if he didn't go on stage? But even if he did go on stage, he probably wouldn't be able to sit down, so he decided to try anything.

Everyone says that Director Liu and Section Chief Bai have a very close relationship, and now it seems that's really true.

Director Liu is shrewd and never gets involved in medical disputes; he always runs away early and never gets involved in such matters. But he would go to great lengths for Director Bai.

Although Lu Gang thought this way, he still subconsciously took two steps back, as if Director Liu was covered in bad luck.

"I'll take Ji Xiang and Dr. Zhao with me," Director Liu said. "Go find some billiard balls and get me two."

"Billiards? What for?" Lu Gang asked in surprise.

"Use a pool ball to plug the fistula," Director Liu said irritably.

"..." Lu Gang was speechless.

He looked at Ji Xiang and Zhao Zhe suspiciously, wondering what kind of spell these two had cast on Director Liu.

"Old Lu, hurry up and get on the stage," Director Liu said coldly. "The patient needs to come up immediately."

"Director Liu, really?"

"Why don't you go?"

Lu Gang dared not question it and ran to the duty room to find a doctor who usually played billiards to ask Director Liu for what he needed.

After taking three billiard balls, Lu Gang ran into General Manager Wu as he went out, and he quickly pulled General Manager Wu inside.

"Xiao Wu, do you know that patient with the vesicovaginal fistula has come again?"

"I know," said General Manager Wu. "I just heard from the director that it's an old method, a folk remedy from many years ago."

"Table tennis?" Lu Gang was both amused and exasperated.

"Yes, Dr. Ji recounted it, saying it happened during his internship..."

"Xiao Wu, I don't have much of a voice right now. Could you tell the director that the surgery can't be done?" Lu Gang said with great concern. "The office building is already blocked by hundreds of people. If something goes wrong during the surgery, our department might not be able to open for at least six months."

"I think Dr. Ji's surgical approach is correct." General Manager Wu grinned. "Cure the patient; how the medical affairs office handles it is their problem."

"What if they can't cure him? Won't they drive Director Liu to the brink of suicide?"

"No way, I heard Dr. Ji describe the surgery process once, and it seems like it can be done."

"Using a billiard ball for surgery? Have you been working the night shift and turned your brain into wood?" Lu Gang tapped General Manager Wu on the head in exasperation.

"Hehe." General Manager Wu didn't argue much. "Our opinions don't count. The shrewd Director Bai came directly to our ward to speak with the head doctor. Even if he knew the surgery couldn't be done, he still had to do it."

"..." Lu Gang sighed.

But the moment he squeezed the ball in his hand, the feel of it made him feel extremely disgusted for the first time.

Using a billiard ball for surgery?! Is this a joke?!

"Don't worry, it's alright, it's alright," General Manager Wu reassured Lu Gang, seeing his distress.

"Nothing's wrong? Heh, nothing's wrong." Lu Gang muttered to himself, then helplessly handed the billiards to Director Liu.

The handover was completed hastily, and Director Liu led Ji Xiang and Zhao Zhe onto the stage.

The other professors also knew that they were dealing with an extremely complicated patient today, and that it would be done using a table tennis table. Although they wanted to watch, they had to attend to their surgeries first.

Only Lu Gang and General Manager Wu were unharmed; they went to the operating room together.

"That's really unreliable, Xiao Wu," Lu Gang muttered under his breath. "Using a billiard ball for surgery? That's the biggest joke I've ever heard in my life."

"Tell me, if a table tennis player has surgery, how should the surgical record be written? If the medical record is sent to the medical dispute mediation committee, even if we were in the right, it will turn into us being in the wrong."

"If reporters and the media find out, it'll be a disaster. There are so many self-media outlets now, and everyone writes the most outrageous stories possible. This will give them plenty of material. Things like hospitals stuffing billiard balls into patients' bodies—the public loves to read these kinds of ridiculous things."

Lu Gang kept rambling on and on. General Manager Wu didn't say much in the first few sentences, but he also became a little annoyed by Lu Gang's endless chatter.

"Director Lu, do you remember the ureteral rupture a few days ago? At the time, you... well, I didn't notice it." General Manager Wu's words were harder than a rock, hitting Lu Gang right in the throat.

"..."

Lu Gang was choked up.

Mr. Wu was being polite, but he himself didn't realize the patient's ureter was ruptured that day, and he seemed to have said a few strange things at the time.

The situation seems somewhat similar to today.

But, how can that be the same? Lu Gang suddenly realized.

"Xiao Wu, that day the ureter was broken, and there was still a 3 in 10,000 chance of survival. But today, have you ever heard of anyone using a table tennis ball for surgery?"

Mr. Wu didn't want to listen to Lu Gang's rambling, Xianglin-like complaints, so he simply went to help the circulating nurses disinfect the billiard balls.

Lu Gang sighed and groaned, like a defeated dog.

The surgery seemed absurd to him, but he couldn't stop it, and Lu Gang was extremely anxious.

After counting, Tang Yan paused, noticing the three additional yellow billiard balls on the table. "Xiao Ji, what kind of spell are you performing?"

The patient was under continuous epidural anesthesia, so Tang Yan spoke very restrainedly.

"Repair the fistula." Ji Xiang was laying out a sheet when he bluntly uttered this seemingly pointless statement.

Tang Yan was very curious because, although she hadn't been working there for long, she had never seen a table tennis ball on the operating table.

What kind of trouble is Ji Xiang up to now?

However, having experienced the diagnosis of a tetanus patient, Tang Yan was quite curious about the surgery.

After Ji Xiang finished laying out the drapes, Zhao Zhe stood directly between the patient's legs below the operating table.

Director Liu knew that Zhao Zhe, a seasoned clinician, wouldn't do much; he'd be lucky if he could just do his job well. As for the surgery, that would have to wait and see how the hothead Ji Xiang performed it.

"Xiao Ji, come here, I'll be your assistant." Director Liu said, standing opposite Ji Xiang in the assistant's seat.

Ji Xiang didn't stand on ceremony and reached out to disinfect his hands.

The incision was made in the middle of the abdomen, down to the pubic symphysis. After disinfection, Ji Xiang handed the forceps and iodine gauze to Tang Yan, and then reached out his hand.

"knife……"

Before Ji Xiang could habitually utter those words, the knife hilt was slapped into his hand.

Their teamwork seemed to be getting better and better, and Ji Xiang vaguely felt like he was back in the system's operating room.

(End of this chapter)