Healing Doctor

Chapter 358 Was your dad also hit by a car?

"Dr. Deng, around noon, it won't interfere with the afternoon surgery."

"Alright." Deng Chaohong waved to Director Liu and turned to leave.

"Xiao Ji, you're quite busy," the anesthesiologist remarked.

Tang Yan sighed, because she was the one assisting Ji Xiang in his surgery that afternoon.

Ji Xiang was as tough and resilient as an animal, performing one surgery after another.

He can do it, but I can't.

After standing for two months, performing hundreds of surgeries, and also working night shifts and participating in emergency room work, my great saphenous vein has begun to show signs of varicose veins.

But Tang Yan could only mutter a few complaints in her heart because Feng Yuqing gave so much.

"Xiao Ji is young and in his prime," Director Liu said. "It's only right that he does more work."

"Starting a professional career in your early twenties is too early, isn't it?" the anesthesiologist joked.

"Xiao Ji is reliable, unlike other young doctors," Director Liu said. "There was a resident physician once. Our department rarely admits car accident patients, but one time I was called from home to perform emergency care. I was up all night and slept in my office afterwards."

"In the middle of the night, I heard arguing in the hallway. I didn't pay attention at first, but it got louder and louder, so I got up to take a look. Guess what? The patient woke up from anesthesia, and the resident went to ask about the patient's medical history."

"Sigh, this is too much of a nitpicker," the anesthesiologist laughed. "Just say it was a car accident injury, why do you have to ask what the position was? You have to know everything, this is called 'hanging a book'."

"If only it were like that," Director Liu said disdainfully. "He asked the patient—'Has your father ever been hit by a car?'"

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Everyone in the operating room was stunned.

How could a doctor say such a thing!

However, upon reflection, everyone realized that such words could only come from the mouth of a half-hearted doctor.

He knew to ask about family history, but this was an external injury, an external injury! Could this be hereditary?

Such ridiculous situations only arise when one blindly follows the script to the extreme.

And this doctor really has a wild imagination.

"That child wasn't beaten to death, was he?" the anesthesiologist asked coldly.

Judging from his words, even if someone were beaten to death, it probably wouldn't be considered a work-related injury.

"Sigh, what else can we do?" Director Liu said. "I've been following Xiao Ji's case. The first patient was one who had his own kidney removed, and Xiao Ji explained everything very well. Then there was the corpus cavernosum aspiration..."

At this point, Director Liu frowned slightly.

Ji Xiang has been undergoing residency training at the hospital for less than half a year, and it seems he has already recounted the stories of every patient he can remember. He probably would have already completed all the surgeries by the time he finishes his last surgery.

"Ji Xiang is capable, Director Liu, please don't treat him like a slave. Everyone's child is a child, he should rest when he needs to!" Tang Yan wailed, sounding just like a stay-at-home wife.

"What? Feeling sorry for her?" Director Liu glanced at Tang Yan with interest.

"It's not like a donkey is pulling a millstone; Ji Xiang needs to catch his breath."

Director Liu laughed and was about to make a joke when suddenly a thunderbolt struck overhead.

wrong!

Tang Yan has been working as a surgical instrument nurse lately!

Who gets to work as an scrub nurse is a matter for the operating room, so Director Liu just felt that this girl was efficient and wouldn't delay the surgery, so it was a good thing that she was there to assist.

But upon hearing Tang Yan's wailing today, Director Liu realized that in the past two months, whenever Ji Xiang was involved in a surgery, Tang Yan was always the one assisting.

Thinking back to the phone call he made to his classmate in the south, Director Liu felt a chill run down his spine.

Having your own personal scrub nurse is something I wouldn't even dare to dream of.

Ji Xiang is a resident physician, and... no, he has now passed the professional license exam, and he even got a perfect score, ranking first in the country.

That doesn't mean there needs to be a dedicated scrub nurse.

Many academicians don't have this kind of setup, so why does Ji Xiang have it?

Director Liu quickly calmed down; this matter needed further observation. He smiled slightly, "Yan'er, you're mistaken about that."

"Director Liu, that's exactly right!"

"Xiao Ji is young, what's that word again, in his prime."

As he spoke, Director Liu felt a slight pang of heartache and a touch of sadness.

Young people in their twenties can't understand this; someone their age would give anything for it.

However, Director Liu only slightly wavered in his expression and continued, "If we don't perform the surgery now, when will we? This is the perfect time to hone our skills. Besides!"

"And what?"

"Xiao Ji's paper is almost finished. I took a look at it, and it's sure to be published in a national journal."

"Pshaw, it's just publishing an article."

Director Liu held back, not revealing anything about the provincial science department's matter.

It's very difficult to run a provincial science and technology program; it will take more than half a month before the documents are reviewed.

Director Liu was also anxious, fearing that Ji Xiang would make a name for himself in the orthopedics department.

But this matter reassured Director Liu.

Ji Xiang seems to be focused on passing the medical professional exam. He does well in orthopedics, but he hasn't been as impressive as he has in urology.

Today, it was discovered that Ji Xiang's scrub nurse seems to be the same person, which weighed heavily on Director Liu's mind.

The scales gradually lost their balance.

While chatting, the surgery was already completed.

Stable and calm.

Ji Xiang's skills have become increasingly refined, and Director Liu finds it hard to believe that this surgery was performed by a resident trainee in his early twenties.

One after another, Ji Xiang worked steadily and quickly, without any unexpected situations, as smoothly as a high-speed train in motion.

"Xiao Ji, you've worked hard." After the last surgery was finished, Director Liu patted Ji Xiang's shoulder heavily, then tore off his clothes and threw them into the red bin for contaminants.

"I'll take the patient away." Zhao Zhe was perceptive. He lifted the patient onto a stretcher and, together with the anesthesiologist and nurses, pushed the stretcher away.

"Director, I'd like to call Teacher Deng."

"No rush." ​​Director Liu glanced at the time, then pulled Ji Xiang to the locker room to sit and chat, hoping to build a closer relationship.

In the past, Director Liu must have had some of the mindset of a talent scout.

But today, he subconsciously treated Ji Xiang as an equal expert and friend, smiling as he walked and said, "When I first saw you perform surgery, I felt that your skill level was high, but I didn't expect that you could go even further."

"Director, what you're saying is wrong. My surgical skills aren't good enough yet; I need to practice more."

The two had just reached the stairwell and were about to go downstairs to change clothes when a commotion suddenly broke out.

Director Liu frowned, then suddenly remembered something. "Xiao Ji, have you heard of a hospital where surgery is performed upstairs and rituals are performed downstairs?"

"I've heard of it." Ji Xiang sighed. "I don't know what to say, but when I saw how it was done, I felt a little sad."

"..." Director Liu clicked his tongue, originally intending to share some gossip, but his subsequent words were choked back.

This sounds absurd and is hard for ordinary people to understand, but it is indeed true.

Surgery was being performed in the operating room upstairs, while a ritual was being held in the rest area downstairs.

Unfortunately, it's not very useful.

(End of this chapter)