Healing Doctor

Chapter 356 The Flying Knife Professor

The next day, Ji Xiang arrived at the hospital to prepare for work. A while later, Deng Chaohong came to work and walked into the office in casual clothes.

"Xiao Ji, we've admitted a patient, a retired member of the provincial weightlifting team. Go and collect his medical history and write up the medical record."

"Okay," Ji Xiang replied.

A short, stocky man walked in expressionlessly, glanced at Ji Xiang, and unlike ordinary patients, did not smile at Ji Xiang to show his respect for the attending physician.

But Ji Xiang understood this emotion all too well. The patient was probably being tormented by the pain and his career was on the verge of being ruined. It would be strange if he could laugh at this point.

Ji Xiang had a similar experience. Only after all hope was lost did Ji Xiang's coach smile, comfort him, and find him a job as an assistant coach to support his family.

"Hello, please complete the admission procedures. I will ask about your medical history after I return from the shift handover."

Ji Xiang busied himself helping patients with their hospitalization procedures. After handing over his shift, he used his spare time to quickly process the medical orders from the ward rounds before following Deng Chaohong into surgery.

After stepping down from his post at noon, Ji Xiang went to the patient's bedside to inquire about their medical history.

The patient's expression was flat, like a stone, and he would only answer one sentence after Ji Xiang asked two or three questions.

Someone else would have been very impatient, but Ji Xiang had "experienced" all of this and knew what the patient had gone through in the past year.

He didn't offer comfort, but instead asked questions, took notes, and pondered how to perform the surgery.

The HZ technique taught by the system NPC is like a big basket, which can be used for surgeries such as tendons and ligaments. How to do it specifically depends on Ji Xiang's choice.

Back in the office, Zhao Zhe quickly came to comfort Ji Xiang, "Xiao Ji, the patient is in a bad mood, please don't mind him."

"I don't mind," Ji Xiang said. "His professional career is over, he's retiring, and anyone would be upset in that situation."

"When patients are in a bad mood, they act like that; they don't even realize their emotions are so extreme. I haven't met any athletes, but I've seen many cancer patients."

Our kidney cancer is a kind of slow-growing cancer; it hasn't metastasized, and the tumor isn't large. The chances of a cure after removal are very high. We've told the patient everything we needed to know and done everything we could, but the patient is still very worried.

I know their worries are understandable, but seeing so many patients so depressed and unable to let go, and seeing so many patients' conditions deteriorate day by day, I understand in my heart that most of them are dying of fear, not from the disease itself.

Ji Xiang scratched his head. "Brother Zhao, you don't need to comfort me. I've worked with athletes before, and I know how they feel."

"Huh?" Zhao Zhe was taken aback.

"Even if we don't have any physical contact, we can watch live streams, whether it's basketball or football, it's the same," Ji Xiang said. "If it were a doctor, suddenly losing a lifelong career, no one would be happy."

Let me put it this way: the surgery went perfectly, and then the next morning the head surgeon came and suddenly told us we weren't allowed to go on stage. How would we feel?

"I've been through this before." Zhao Zhe said, then suddenly laughed. "It's nothing. If you're not allowed to work, you just don't have to. It's fine to just get the department's average bonus."

This is exactly what Zhao Zhe meant when he said things he didn't mean; his smile was full of bitterness and sorrow.

Ji Xiang didn't chat with Zhao Zhe for long and prepared to start entering the medical records.

Zhao Zhe eagerly took over the work, taking the paper from Ji Xiang to inquire about the patient's medical history and writing the medical record according to the notes on it.

He has a solid foundation in medical skills and writes excellent medical records.

In Zhao Zhe's words, in order to avoid the director making things difficult for him, he did everything he could in the clinical practice, leaving no room for criticism.

With Zhao Zhe around, Ji Xiang had to do much less work. However, no matter how many people are involved, the clinical work is never-ending, and it's basically impossible to finish it by working overtime.

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……

When Zhao Tianjiao returned home, he saw his father sitting on the sofa, looking very serious.

He knew that if his father sat like that, something big must be going on.

"Dad, I'm back," Zhao Tianjiao said tentatively.

"sit."

Zhao Tianjiao sat opposite Zhao Jixiang, his hands on his lap, behaving very properly.

"Did you know that there was a patient in the orthopedics department whose family invited a professor from Beijing to perform the surgery?" Zhao Jixiang asked bluntly.

"I overheard Mr. Xu mentioning that the surgery is the day after tomorrow afternoon, and he asked me to go and see the expertise of the professors in the capital," Zhao Tianjiao replied.

"Professor Xue has a high level of expertise in sports medicine. After the surgery, I'll invite Deng Chaohong and Professor Xue to have a meal together."

Zhao Tianjiao's eyes lit up.

"We originally planned for you to go to the capital for further studies, and the teacher we found wasn't Professor Xue, but it just so happens that he's here, so it's good to meet him."

"Yes!" Zhao Tianjiao nodded vigorously.

"Sports medicine is a low-intensity job with high income and higher social status. If you are interested, it can be a career path for you."

"I know, Dad," Zhao Tianjiao said. "Professor Deng's expertise is in joint and sports medicine. However, we don't have many patients in this area, unlike in the capital. We're already doing great arthroscopic surgery and joint replacement surgery."

"It doesn't hurt to get to know more experts in related fields. Meeting them once and becoming familiar with them will allow you to stay in touch if you have the chance in the future. It won't hurt you."

As he was speaking, Zhao Jixiang's phone rang, and he tapped the screen to glance at it.

Zhao Tianjiao knew his father's habits; theoretically, he should have informed him after understanding the importance and urgency of the matter.

If it's a small matter, talk to yourself first; if it's a big matter, end the conversation.

But today, the old man kept staring at his phone, the light and shadow on his face flickering as if reflecting his mood.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

After Zhao Jixiang put down his phone, Zhao Tianjiao asked in a low voice.

"I asked about Professor Xue." Zhao Jixiang took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "They said Professor Xue has some minor issues; he's rather domineering."

"Being domineering is normal. I've heard that many highly skilled surgeons are also very domineering and have a strong sense of right and wrong," Zhao Tianjiao said dismissively.

Zhao Jixiang shook his head.

He knew that Zhao Tianjiao was still young and wouldn't understand the implied meaning in his words.

It doesn't matter, since Professor Xue wasn't on the path I paved for Zhao Tianjiao. He just happened to be at the Second Affiliated Hospital of Peking University, so I figured I could meet him, have a couple of drinks, and he wouldn't embarrass me.

Even if someone has a domineering temper and speaks with a sharp tongue, it doesn't matter.

For the sake of my son, I can endure anything; it's not like I'm going to be with Professor Xue for a long time.

After quickly figuring everything out, Zhao Jixiang felt calm.

"By the way, Tianjiao, how's Jixiang doing lately?"

"Dad, he's been performing surgeries with Professor Deng lately, and he's even in the same group as Director Liu of the urology department for partial resection of kidney cancer. This isn't compliant with regulations!" Zhao Tianjiao complained.

"That's their skill; they earned it with their own bare hands," Zhao Jixiang said in a deep voice. "If you're envious, go and work hard yourself."

(End of this chapter)