Healing Doctor

Chapter 355 No Dragon to Slay

Ji Xiang had no interest in Deng Chaohong's personal grudges or grievances.

He took a pen and notebook and went to the patient's ward, ready to ask about the patient's medical history, write the medical record, and complete the preoperative preparations.

In fact, Ji Xiang has no problem with his memory. Even without taking notes, he can repeat everything the patient's family said when he returns to the doctor's office.

But after all, we need to give patients a more "professional" attitude, so that people feel that being professional is sometimes more important than just being "professional".

Attitude is often very important, because patients and their families don't really know what professionalism is.

This can be considered a reassurance for the patient and their family.

Knock on the door and enter the ward.

The patient is sitting on the hospital bed, using his left hand to scroll through his phone.

The middle-aged woman was peeling an apple. She glanced at the young doctor but didn't move.

A dignified middle-aged man sat on the sofa in the private room. He calmly glanced at Ji Xiang but didn't say anything.

"Hello, I'm here to inquire about your medical history." Ji Xiang smiled, seemingly unconcerned that the family of three was ignoring him, and spoke gently.

"Haven't I already said that?" the middle-aged man said impatiently.

He seemed preoccupied and slightly agitated.

"The information Professor Deng asked is different from what was written in the medical record." Ji Xiang's smile remained unchanged as he said calmly, "It's like this, we..."

"Get your teacher here," the middle-aged man waved his hand. "Otherwise, we'll have to ask again if I asked the wrong question."

Ji Xiang was slightly embarrassed.

If I weren't at the hospital, I could just turn around and leave, ignoring this person completely.

But in a hospital, you become someone else, someone else is labeled in society, and it's not a good idea to act out of spite.

"From the department head to the doctors, not a single one of the hospitals in the provincial capital is reliable. I had surgery six months ago, and they made all sorts of exaggerated claims about it, like arthroscopy, minimal damage, and a guaranteed full recovery."

The middle-aged man scoffed, "You're trying to fool me!"

"There were pre-operative instructions before the surgery, and the doctors at the First Affiliated Hospital probably wouldn't say they could definitely cure it," Ji Xiang retorted with a smile.

The middle-aged man glanced at Ji Xiang, pursed his lips, and couldn't be bothered to argue with a junior doctor. If someone really wanted to slam their fist on the table and curse, they should be cursing the head doctor. He had no interest in arguing with a junior doctor like Ji Xiang.

A knock sounded on the door, and a bespectacled man pushed it open and entered.

"Xiao Cheng, send him out. Send a junior doctor to take his medical history. What if the professor from the capital isn't satisfied?" the middle-aged man said.

"Little doctor." The bespectacled man blinked, instantly understanding the situation. He tugged at Ji Xiang's sleeve, "Let's go outside and talk."

Ji Xiang was also helpless and left the ward with the bespectacled man.

"Are you unhappy about having an external expert? Why isn't Professor Deng showing up?" After the bespectacled man left, his previous humility vanished like the wind. Although he was shorter than Ji Xiang, he asked in a condescending tone.

"No," Ji Xiang answered truthfully.

"Heh, I knew it all along." The bespectacled man chuckled disdainfully. "No matter what medicine you use, no matter what equipment you use, you get a kickback, right? If you hire an external expert, that money might be gone, which is why Professor Deng is particularly unhappy."

Ji Xiang frowned slightly, turned his head to look at the bespectacled man, and asked, "Are you the secretary?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"You can bring a secretary to take your child to the doctor? You must be getting paid by the government."

"!!!"

The bespectacled man was somewhat annoyed; he hadn't expected the young doctor to speak to him in such a harsh manner.

He simply didn't know how to refute it for a moment.

With patients and their families from other wards walking around in the corridor, if someone were to get into an argument with this young doctor and it got recorded and posted online, it would definitely cause some trouble.

If not handled properly, this could cause significant trouble and even affect the future.

The bespectacled man's expression turned cold.

"Since the family refuses, I'll go back and talk to Professor Deng." Ji Xiang didn't argue with him and left with a smile.

Back in the office, Ji Xiang told Deng Chaohong what had happened in the ward.

"You'll get used to it." Deng Chaohong didn't seem to care, he just smiled and said, "I'll write this medical record myself, I can just make do with it, it's an external expert anyway."

"Dr. Deng, I've seen patients' families praise doctors enthusiastically in front of them, then turn around and complain about them to other patients. But this..."

"They're used to being powerful in the local areas," Deng Chaohong said. "Many people don't realize how insignificant they are until they go to the capital. There's an old saying, 'A frog in a well has no idea what the sky is like.'"

"I think I understand," Ji Xiang said.

"Oh? What do you understand? Tell me," Deng Chaohong said with a smile.

He didn't believe that Ji Xiang could understand the intricacies of his words in just a few sentences.

Deng Chaohong had imagined that Ji Xiang would say a lot of seemingly plausible but ultimately meaningless things. With the internet so developed now, inspirational articles are everywhere, and anyone can say a few words.

But Ji Xiang didn't say anything, he just smiled and said, "Teacher Deng, you can ask about the medical history, I'll take care of the rest."

"I don't ask about the patient's medical history either," Deng Chaohong said. "Our Second Affiliated Hospital rarely invites external experts, but it's not like we don't. Zhao Zhe, what are you doing with the people in Yuanliao?"

"Teacher Deng, we have several types of external experts." Zhao Zhe immediately replied when Deng Chaohong asked him, "The first type is where the department has long-term contact with experts in the provincial capital, Beijing, and Shanghai. They cooperate well and do what needs to be done. The experts have normal procedures for reviewing images and so on, and there is no difference between them and the patients the department admits itself."

Another scenario is when the patient's family invites a specialist or professor. In such cases, it's best to call that specialist or professor and ask what special examinations are needed.

Some experts and professors come to my clinic and immediately start nitpicking, finding fault with everything. I've encountered similar experts and professors who couldn't even use our hemostatic forceps properly. At the time, my thought was…”

Deng Chaohong also knew Zhao Zhe. This old chief physician was quite talkative. After listening to him finish speaking, he would change the subject and start rambling on about other things, so Deng Chaohong interrupted Zhao Zhe.

"That's roughly it. My senior colleague is bound to be picky; that's just the kind of person he is," Deng Chaohong said. "So, at most, we'll just write a medical record. As for the rest, we'll do whatever the 'senior doctor' tells us to do."

Ji Xiang was slightly disappointed.

Having learned the ultimate dragon-slaying skill from the system NPC, Ji Xiang couldn't help but feel itchy to slay any dragons for the time being.

"It's alright, these are minor issues," Deng Chaohong said. "Don't worry about it, I'll handle this patient myself."

Lu Kai felt extremely embarrassed. He scratched his head, unable to say anything despite his thoughts.

The patient was "introduced" by him, and this was Lu Kai's first case as an escort. However, Lu Kai never expected that there would be so many twists and turns in the process, and he felt that his future was bleak.

(End of this chapter)