Healing Doctor

Chapter 369 The Perfume in the Eyes of an Old Emergency Room Doctor

Ji Xiang was unaware that there were other people behind the scenes reviewing his thesis. After finishing his paper with the help of the system NPC, he continued to work hard.

The system NPCs had already instilled Ji Xiang's worldview and values.

The decades-long diabetes research project at the oilfield hospital had long taken root and sprouted in Ji Xiang's heart.

However, the problem still exists and has not disappeared with the appearance of system NPCs and system operating rooms.

Coming to the orthopedics department, he also had to be responsible for embolization and partial resection of kidney cancer, which made Ji Xiang feel overwhelmed.

No wonder medicine is becoming increasingly specialized, and there are very few general practitioners nowadays.

One day, after finishing his workday and preparing to leave, Zhao Zhe stretched and asked, "Xiao Ji, what are we having for dinner?"

"I'm going home." After saying that, Ji Xiang suddenly remembered something, "Today is Teacher Meng's night shift, I need to go to the emergency room to see if I can get a free meal."

"The one in the emergency room?" Zhao Zhe laughed. "Xiao Ji, even dogs avoid the emergency room. Why would you want to go there?"

"I just think that Teacher Meng is a good person and very meticulous."

Ji Xiang didn't waste any time and got up to change his clothes.

Recently, Lu Gang probably felt that he had nothing to do every day, so he took the initiative to take on the task of writing medical records.

This made Ji Xiang feel much more relaxed.

The two went downstairs, and Ji Xiang arrived at the emergency room lobby. "Brother Zhao, want to come along?"

Zhao Zhe hesitated for a moment, but since it was the first time Ji Xiang had "invited" him to come along, he also wanted to experience Ji Xiang's daily life.

Although Zhao Zhe had been relegated to the emergency department in Yuanliao for two years and harbored a deep fear of it, he still gritted his teeth and followed Ji Xiang into the emergency room.

There weren't many patients in the emergency room at 5 a.m., especially around mealtimes.

"Teacher Meng." Ji Xiang greeted Meng Qingfei when he saw him sitting in the consultation room in a daze.

Meng Qingfei didn't say anything, and the key flew over.

Ji Xiang took it and went straight to change his clothes.

Zhao Zhe was a little stunned. How well did they coordinate? The keys flew over without even a greeting.

After changing his clothes, Ji Xiang complained, "Teacher Meng, I'll prepare a white suit for you next time."

"What, you're disgusted by my dirty white clothes? I'm clean-headed, I don't think so," Meng Qingfei mocked.

Ji Xiang chuckled, subconsciously wiping the area on the back of his white shirt with his hand, then glanced back at it.

"This must be Dr. Zhao. I saw him a few days ago, but we didn't say hello." Meng Qingfei saw an old man following behind Ji Xiang cautiously. He knew the old attending physician's mentality all too well and immediately recognized Zhao Zhe.

Meng Qingfei was also quite moved by this.

Ji Xiang, a resident trainee, has already formed his own medical team in less than half a year since arriving at the Second Affiliated Hospital, and the team is quite high-end.

Although neither Zhao Zhe nor Lu Gang were people that others wanted, Meng Qingfei knew how formidable these people were.

It's plug-and-play, requiring no training or adjustment.

No matter where in the hospital Ji Xiang is, as long as she can win over technical talents like Zhao Zhe and Lu Gang, her medical team will immediately take off.

Dr. Xiao Ji is very capable. Meng Qingfei smiled slightly and said, "Dr. Zhao, let's have dinner together tonight. I'll order the food."

"Hehe, try the food at the Second Affiliated Hospital's emergency department," Zhao Zhe said. "I worked in the emergency department at Yuanliao Central Hospital for two years, and I ordered dumplings for every meal."

"Dumplings are good, I usually eat dumplings too," Meng Qingfei said.

"Right!"

"What are the benefits of dumplings?" Ji Xiang asked.

"The patient takes a few bites, puts the dumplings down, and doesn't need to reheat them when they come back. I don't like eating freshly cooked dumplings; I prefer them leftover from the previous day. So eating dumplings in the emergency room just suits my habits," Zhao Zhe explained.

"Same here!" Meng Qingfei laughed heartily. Seeing that Zhao Zhe readily agreed, he immediately took out his phone to order dumplings.

He didn't ask Ji Xiang, but chatted and laughed with Zhao Zhe, and the two seemed to have a good understanding.

"Awoooo ...

The sound of an ambulance could be heard coming from the hospital entrance.

Ji Xiang was slightly nervous.

For emergency room doctors, the sound of an ambulance is like a bugle call.

But Meng Qingfei wasn't nervous at all; he was still discussing with Zhao Zhe what to eat that evening.

"Teacher Meng..." Zhao Zhe's face turned pale when he heard the sound of the ambulance. He stammered.

"Just call me Brother Meng," Meng Qingfei said. "It's an internal medicine consultation; the patient is sick."

Doctors deal with patients who are all sick, and as long as it's not excessive, doctors won't use the word "sick".

"Oh? What kind of patient?" Zhao Zhe immediately relaxed and asked with a smile when he saw that it had nothing to do with Meng Qingfei.

"They said they drank a lot of floral water."

"Oh." Zhao Zhe nodded.

Surprisingly, he didn't say much and seemed to be deep in thought. Ji Xiang felt that there must be a "conspiracy" behind it!

"Brother Zhao, what does drinking floral water mean?" Ji Xiang asked.

"The patient is male, between 40 and 50 years old, experiencing nausea, vomiting, and abdominal pain. Whether he has diarrhea depends on the timing. Generally speaking, the medical history is relatively simple, and the treatment is not complicated," Zhao Zhe said.

Meng Qingfei gave a thumbs up.

Ji Xiang sighed, but he didn't go to the system's operating room or consult the system NPC.

Clearly, for a seasoned emergency room doctor, drinking floral water is not a rare occurrence. In fact, Zhao Zhe can guess a patient's age, symptoms, and subsequent treatment just by hearing the words "floral water."

"You haven't seen Xiao Ji before, have you?" Meng Qingfei asked.

"Mm." Ji Xiang nodded obediently.

Zhao Zhe wore a knowing smile that any man would understand.

The two then discussed what to eat for dinner, showing no interest whatsoever in the patient brought in by the ambulance.

Curious, Ji Xiang walked to the door of the emergency room and waited to see what symptoms the patient who had drunk the floral water had.

Soon, the rumbling sound of flatbed carts could be heard.

Just as Zhao Zhe had predicted, the patient, who was about 45 years old, was lying on the side of the gurney, constantly dry heaving.

He wanted to vomit, but nothing came out; the sound of his dry heaving was particularly unpleasant to hear.

"Come in!" The emergency room doctor stood at the door, using his shoulder to push Ji Xiang aside and directing "traffic."

Ji Xiang wisely took two steps back.

During the handover between the 120 emergency doctor and the emergency internal medicine doctor, Ji Xiang listened and Zhao Zhe "guessed" both his age and symptoms almost exactly, as if he had witnessed it firsthand.

The old doctor was still very experienced, and Ji Xiang admired him.

The emergency room doctor strode in, patted the patient on the shoulder, and was about to have him lie down to take his blood pressure when the patient suddenly swung his arm and hit the doctor's arm.

"Get away from me!" the patient roared.

(End of this chapter)