Healing Doctor

Chapter 359 More Money Required

"Are all the patients here like this?"

"A bunch of idiots, no wonder even investors aren't coming."

"Honesty, do you even know what honesty is?"

A person was angrily cursing incessantly, his voice loud and undisguised.

"Professor Xue, please don't be angry. Professor Deng is explaining."

The man cursed for a long time before someone came over to offer a word of advice. However, the advice was delivered in a cold and impatient tone.

Director Liu was taken aback, then gave a wry smile.

"Xiao Ji, let's go to the anesthesiologist's office." Director Liu didn't want to cause trouble, so he pulled Ji Xiang and turned to leave.

"Director, what's wrong?" Ji Xiang asked.

"What's wrong?" Director Liu asked curiously, glancing at Ji Xiang. He was indeed still a young man.

If it were an experienced doctor like Zhao Zhe, he would know exactly what had happened, but Ji Xiang was still confused and didn't understand the situation.

However, this is a matter of clinical experience and expertise.

"I heard the person speaking behind me is General Manager Xu from the orthopedics department, right?"

"Mm." Ji Xiang nodded.

"You...have you brought in an external orthopedic specialist?" Director Liu didn't explain, but after a moment's shrewd calculation, he roughly guessed the situation.

Ji Xiang explained the situation in the orthopedics department.

"There are two possibilities," Director Liu said. "First, the patient's family changed their minds at the last minute, feeling that they had given too much money and that the professor was not worth it, so they tried to cut back as much as possible on the hotel and food and drinks."

"No way, considering the surgery is required..." Ji Xiang said, puzzled.

"Look," Director Liu pointed to his head, "what you consider 100% certain may not be the case for others. Different kinds of people are born, and there are truly all sorts of people in this world."

"However, such cases are relatively rare. In most cases, the details of receiving money are recorded, and then the problem is brought up after the surgery is completed and the patient is discharged from the hospital."

"I know that," Ji Xiang smiled.

Upon arriving at the anesthesiologist's duty room, Director Liu took out a cigarette and lit it.

"The second type is also uncommon. When the 'flying knife professor' arrives, he believes that the patient's family or the doctors on this side have withheld his flying knife fee, and he refuses to go on stage no matter what."

"No way..."

Ji Xiang still couldn't understand it.

"Do you know where the problem lies?" Director Liu asked, looking into Ji Xiang's eyes.

But before Ji Xiang could think about it, he continued, "Information gap."

"In similar situations, there's a middleman who connects the patient and their family on the left, and the scalpel specialist on the right. They also want to make money; who doesn't like a red bill, right?"

Ji Xiang was even more unfamiliar with this matter, and he was even taken aback when Director Liu mentioned the bright red bills.

"If the money in the middle is taken by the middleman, neither the doctor performing the surgery nor the patient or their family will be satisfied."

"I see!" Ji Xiang suddenly realized.

"So I generally don't get involved in things where middlemen make a profit," Director Liu said. "Xiao Ji, you'll be dealing with knife-throwing sooner or later, so be careful with things like that."

"Hmm." Ji Xiang nodded. "Director, how do you suggest we handle this?"

"It's definitely the expert in 'flying knife' who will take the loss," Director Liu said. "You see, some unscrupulous doctors do a lot of outrageous things, but every doctor I've met who does this kind of thing has extremely high emotional intelligence."

"Because of slightly lower emotional intelligence, the patients and their families sensed something was wrong much earlier, and things would have gone wrong much sooner, before that time came."

Director Liu spoke vaguely, but Ji Xiang could roughly understand him.

Some things cannot be described as "the law must not be passed on to six ears." Even if only four ears heard them, Director Liu's words were still ambiguous.

"Now that things have blown up, nothing's really happened," Director Liu said with a smile. "Xiao Ji, I have something to tell you."

"Director, please speak."

"I'm not rushing you, but you've already passed the exam. Shouldn't you hurry up and finish writing the article? I know a few experts on the review panel of the Chinese Academy of Urology."

"Thank you, Director. I've finished writing it. I'll polish it up when I get home today and give it to you tomorrow," Ji Xiang said.

"Hurry up, I'll do the polishing..." Director Liu said with a smile, his face radiating an aura of someone who was easy to teach.

Writing articles and publishing papers is essentially a form of communication, but it has now evolved into low-quality papers.

Like an assembly line, international-level scientific research papers, SCI papers, and even papers from the world's top journals can all be bought with money.

This kind of thing has become an industry chain, and everyone in the industry knows it.

Director Liu was genuinely afraid that Ji Xiang would stubbornly stick his neck out and adopt the same attitude he had towards Qin Chu, the boss, feeling that publishing a paper with a Chinese title was an insult to academia.

If that were the case, then the provincial science and technology department that I was helping Ji Xiang contact would be completely pointless.

Fortunately, Ji Xiang had been working quietly behind the scenes, and with a little polishing, he could get the paper to himself.

It seems that Ji Xiang still cares about this matter.

"Brother Zhao is getting old. He doesn't have any papers or research to publish, so he can't get promoted. Although he's good at surgery and meticulous in his work, he still can't become an associate chief physician," Ji Xiang sighed.

"..." Director Liu frowned.

Ji Xiang's words were a bit too confident. He himself was still a resident physician, yet he was worried about Zhao Zhe.

……

……

Xu Leyu was particularly unhappy, but Professor Deng Chaohong rarely asked him for a favor, so he agreed to deal with the trouble caused by the patient's family.

Just as Director Liu guessed, the patient's family found a middleman to contact Professor Xue in Beijing to perform the surgery. However, a sum of money was deducted from their payment, causing dissatisfaction among everyone except the middleman.

Xu Leyu didn't try to comfort Professor Xue much. The patient was already under anesthesia. Professor Xue was just swearing. Could he really go out and tell the patient's family that they needed more money?

If that were the case, the cost of covering it up would be astronomical once the truth came out.

Professor Xue may have been cursing, but he definitely wouldn't just turn around and leave. He would definitely perform the surgery. Cursing was just a way of venting his anger.

Sure enough, Professor Xue launched into a tirade for twenty minutes, like two level 10 accounts on a stress-relief forum, each hurling a different insult, the language growing increasingly vulgar. But in the end, he changed his clothes and went into surgery, looking utterly displeased.

"That son of a bitch Deng Chaohong, it must have been him who did it." Professor Xue cursed as he washed his hands. "I knew he was a scoundrel back in school, always trying to trip me up."

Xu Leyu remained silent, focusing on his work.

"Where is Deng Chaohong?" Professor Xue asked.

"He also has an operation on his end," Xu Leyu replied.

"What kind of surgery?"

"A weightlifter from a provincial team was training extra hard to prepare for next year's National Games, but ended up with a rotator cuff injury."

"This surgery was also his!" Professor Xue said disdainfully. "Deng Chaohong performed it, and the patient is ruined! He's just a doctor from a certain place who doesn't even understand the key points of the surgery."

(End of this chapter)