Healing Doctor

Chapter 340 The Doctor's Intuition

"Old Meng." The head of the gastroenterology department looked at Meng Qingfei with pity in his eyes. "You're itching to do it, aren't you? I understand your thoughts."

As he spoke, he pulled Meng Qingfei aside and lowered his voice, saying, "I arrived late, and we haven't talked in the department, but I've heard of you. Several professors who led the teams said that your laparoscopic skills were top-notch back then."

He raised his right thumb.

"But it's been so many years since this was done," the head of the gastroenterology department sighed deeply. "If you want to perform a surgery for fun, that's fine. I'll call you when you're not on duty. You can come, and we can work together. But you know today, it's probably not convenient. What do you think?"

Meng Qingfei knew that the head of the gastroenterology department had misunderstood him. He looked at the head of the gastroenterology department with a complicated expression, and then his complicated expression was filled with mockery.

"You're on the emergency shift, hurry up and get to your post. It's not good to be caught deserting," the head of the gastroenterology department advised.

"Um."

That's true; Meng Qingfei had been running all the way here trying to avoid wasting time.

"The surgery should be postponed as long as possible."

The head of the gastroenterology department gave a few perfunctory words and saw Meng Qingfei off.

"Brother Liu, I heard that Dr. Meng from the emergency room used to be one of our people, is that right?"

"Hmm, what a pity," said the head of the gastrointestinal department.

"My mentor told me that when Dr. Meng first came, he was among the first batch of doctors to perform laparoscopic surgeries, and his skill level was incredibly high! Why is he in the emergency room now?"

The head of the gastroenterology department didn't explain. This kind of thing involves the director, and as long as he's not stupid, he naturally wouldn't gossip about it to the nurses around him.

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"Teacher Meng, have you noticed anything unusual?" Ji Xiang asked.

Meng Qingfei didn't say anything, and ran back to the emergency department.

No patients came for treatment in ten minutes. After greeting the emergency room doctor, Meng Qingfei sat in the consultation room and looked up at Ji Xiang.

"Xiao Ji, you saw all the examinations and consultations just now. What are your thoughts?"

Ji Xiang remained silent.

Meng Qingfei had no answer, so he asked himself instead.

It seemed that Professor Meng Qingfei was going to have a brainstorming session, and Ji Xiang pondered.

"Just a casual remark; perhaps there are details you've noticed that I haven't," Meng Qingfei said in a deep voice.

"Mm." Ji Xiang nodded.

After hundreds of meticulous examinations, coupled with his exceptional memory, Meng Qingfei could not compare to Ji Xiang in recalling the details of the physical examinations.

Ke Jixiang tried to recall the problem again and again, but still couldn't figure it out.

Finally, under Meng Qingfei's repeated questioning, Ji Xiang simply had Meng Qingfei lie on the examination bed.

The internist, having nothing to do, stood at the door watching the two "fooling around" with a smile.

"Teacher Meng, the patient is lying like this." Ji Xiang positioned Meng Qingfei in a position that Meng Qingfei found very novel.

However, he had something on his mind and didn't say a word, focusing on recalling as Ji Xiang instructed.

"The hands are like this; the left leg is slightly bent, and the right leg is straight."

"Details," Meng Qingfei said in a deep voice, "more details."

"Emmm...the pant leg, it's here." Ji Xiang pulled Meng Qingfei's pant leg up a little. "My left arm was trying to protect it, but you bent the patient's legs at the time, so it was like this."

"What are they doing?" A nurse passing by asked in surprise when she saw the scene in the surgical clinic.

"Who knows, it's said that Old Meng diagnosed a patient with acute appendicitis and sent him to the hospital for surgery. But Old Meng, for some reason, said something was wrong," the internist replied with a smile.

"Isn't this a sign of illness? What's wrong with Meng Ge lately? He's been so paranoid. Does he have OCD?" the nurse laughed. "If it's OCD, that's one thing, but if it's some other mental illness, then he's in big trouble. He won't even be able to go to work."

As she spoke, the nurse paused, "Oh my god, is Brother Meng going to put on an immersive performance? Is he going to retire due to illness?"

"Your line of thinking is really wild. But I also think it's a bit crazy. Tell me, are Lao Meng and Xiao Ji cosplaying? They're at work, not serious at all."

As they were talking, Meng Qingfei suddenly grabbed Ji Xiang's hand.

"!!!"

"Wait a minute! Xiao Ji, what did you just do?"

"I didn't do anything." Ji Xiang paused, then repeated the previous step, "When you were about to move the patient's hand away, the patient seemed a little scared, and then you took the sleeve..."

"Yes, right here!" Meng Qingfei sat up abruptly. "Xiao Ji, are there red spots on the patient's wrist and forearm?!"

"Yes," Ji Xiang said with absolute certainty.

Ji Xiang saw that Meng Qingfei seemed to have thought of something, but what did a few red dots have to do with pain in the lower right abdomen?

Picking up a pen, Ji Xiang drew a few dots on Meng Qingfei's arm.

The location of each erythema was very precise, with no difference from the location of the erythema on the patient's forearm and wrist.

"Teacher Meng, this is all that was visible at the time," Ji Xiang said after finishing drawing on Meng Qingfei's arm.

Meng Qingfei stared intently at the marks Ji Xiang had drawn on his arm, without uttering a word.

"What's wrong with Lao Meng? Is he having mental problems?"

"I don't know, their cosplay doesn't look alike at all," the nurse said blankly.

Meng Qingfei sat on the examination bed with a serious expression, seemingly lost in thought.

A dozen seconds later, Meng Qingfei, with a stern face, picked up his phone and made a call.

"Mr. Liu, this is Meng Qingfei."

"Don't hang up! Go ask now... She can't have the surgery, absolutely not!"

"If a patient continues to experience abdominal pain after an appendectomy, how do you explain that?"

Meng Qingfei's words began to grow stern, and Ji Xiang felt they were somewhat similar to the "gaze of a senior doctor."

"Now ask the patient and their family if they have a history of allergic purpura."

"Yes! I asked about the patient's medical history before, but they didn't mention it. Now, immediately!"

After speaking, Meng Qingfei held his phone in his hand, his face stern, and his eyes gradually narrowed.

The emergency room doctor was stunned. Allergic purpura? Acute appendicitis?

Soon, a burst of noise came from the phone. As Meng Qingfei listened to the conversation on the other end, the expression on his face quickly melted away, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Brother Meng, the patient does indeed have a history of allergic purpura."

"I suspect it's abdominal purpura, not acute appendicitis," Meng Qingfei said with certainty. "Consult the relevant departments, or... never mind, ask the on-call professor what to do."

"Brother Meng, wait a minute," the head resident of the gastroenterology department called out.

"Go quickly, I'm hanging up now. Remember, before you get a diagnosis from the rheumatology and immunology department, don't go on stage even if you're dead!" Meng Qingfei finished his instructions and hung up the phone with a sigh of relief.

Ji Xiang has already told the system NPC everything, and the system NPC's diagnosis is the same as Meng Qingfei's.

Ji Xiang greatly admired Meng Qingfei's keen "intuition".

Indeed, this is part of clinical experience.

(End of this chapter)