Healing Doctor

Chapter 422 An Impossible Mission

In the minds of both the program team and the guests, the doctors from the First Affiliated Hospital of Hangzhou Medical University should be strict yet gentle in teaching these clinical novices.

However, the transmitted image was reversed, and the shrewd and capable Zhai Yuhan seemed to have transformed into a contestant on a reality show, subconsciously answering Ji Xiang's questions.

"Teacher Shen, this scene is a bit strange. What do you think of Ji Xiang's problem?" The bald host broke the silence.

He was a seasoned host, known for handling any awkward situation. At this moment, the host passed the question to the only doctor in the commentary room—Professor Shen.

"I..." Professor Shen stared blankly at the screen, speechless.

He's not a hepatobiliary or pancreatic surgeon, so he couldn't explain the more complex details clearly. As for Mirizzi syndrome after cholecystectomy, I just searched online, and Professor Shen thought it was possible, but upon closer examination, something seemed off.

Professor Shen is quick-witted. Faced with this difficult problem, he hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "I think Ji Xiang's judgment is still problematic."

"The ultrasound report contains ultrasound images, but they are not dynamic; rather, they are screenshots taken by the ultrasound doctor from a single, iconic image. Let's set aside the question of whether it's possible to deduce the entire bile duct tree using an ultrasound. Even if it were possible, an MRI of the cholangiopancreatography (CCP) would still be necessary."

Professor Shen spoke very professionally, covering profound topics that he couldn't explain in simple terms in a short time.

The people in the comment section were completely confused.

"So, what does Teacher Shen think we should do next?"

Professor Shen shook his head slightly.

In reality, a resident physician's opinion is like a fart, disappearing into the air; unless it's too smelly, no one would care.

But I can't say that myself, and this is a reality show, so who knows how Dr. Zhai Yuhan will handle it.

If Professor Shen were in Zhai Yuhan's position, he wouldn't know how to deal with this arrogant and ignorant intern.

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After explaining Mirizzi syndrome following cholecystectomy, Zhai Yuhan paused for a moment, then became angry and embarrassed.

Ji Xiang, a junior doctor, actually dared to speak to me like that!

Most importantly, I actually... became so obsessed that I answered his question about Mirizzi syndrome after cholecystectomy.

I originally wanted to teach Ji Xiang, that arrogant little guy, a lesson, but who knew that the stick would end up hitting me instead.

Zhai Yuhan didn't lose her composure. She quickly calmed down, smiled slightly, and said, "Dr. Xiao Ji, according to your logic, what should we do next?"

"Get an emergency MRI," Ji Xiang said confidently. "If there are any problems, contact the ERCP room in the gastroenterology department tomorrow."

"Alright, this task is assigned to you," Zhai Yuhan said gently. "As a clinician, you need to have strong communication skills with patients and their families. Ji Xiang, you are now the attending physician, responsible for explaining the situation to the patients and their families and persuading them."

"good!"

Without hesitation, Ji Xiang stood up, straightened his white clothes, rubbed his face, and strode out after a simple expression control.

There's a deep trap in Zhai Yuhan's words—the patients and their families are extremely stubborn.

If they weren't so insistent, the first time they experienced abdominal pain accompanied by jaundice after surgery, they would have already undergone the necessary examinations when they came to the hospital for treatment.

However, because the patient's condition improved after symptomatic treatment with antibiotics, and it took time to schedule an MRI, by the time it was almost time for the appointment, the patient's stomach was no longer in pain and she had no complaints of discomfort.

He strongly refused to undergo any further examinations. Zhai Yuhan tried to persuade him herself, but to no avail. She even tried to persuade Director Yang, but to no avail. In the end, she could only send him home.

As the patient's attending physician, I know the patient very well. How could Ji Xiang do something that neither I nor my boss could?

"What a joke!" Zhai Yuhan thought to herself.

Let Ji Xiang do an impossible task and teach him a lesson.

"First camera crew, follow Ji Xiang!"

Director Fan's voice came over, and the first camera crew hurriedly followed.

Zhai Yuhan smiled slightly, knowing that Ji Xiang was incapable of solving the problem.

This young doctor has his own strengths—his theoretical knowledge is extremely solid, so solid that it doesn't seem like he's a junior doctor who hasn't been in clinical practice for very long.

Moreover, he can connect theory with practice and propose a diagnosis of Mirizzi syndrome after cholecystectomy.

But the problems are also obvious.

First, it's a blatant lie. Zhai Yuhan has never heard of using ultrasound images to deduce the bile duct tree, which can only be seen with MRI.

Secondly, Ji Xiang simply doesn't understand clinical practice.

Communicating with patients and their families is extremely difficult, as everyone has their own unique temperament and personality.

Zhai Yuhan was certain that other patients would have followed the doctor's advice and completed the necessary examinations. But patients 12-3 didn't care at all; as long as their condition was mild, they were eager to be discharged.

This has absolutely nothing to do with status, wealth, or social standing.

I remember a few years ago, the owner of a listed company went to the emergency room of a hospital because of chest tightness, shortness of breath and chest pain. He was diagnosed with a myocardial infarction and was advised to be hospitalized for treatment.

But the boss refused to be hospitalized and posted a lot of complaints on his social media. Tragedy struck soon after; he died of a heart attack.

The patient in case 12-3 was also extremely stubborn. Moreover, he had been hospitalized for 2 days, his abdominal pain had subsided, and his liver function had recovered. We wanted to persuade him to have an MRI.

Bullshit!

Zhai Yuhan thought about it again and was certain once more that Ji Xiang had no chance of handling the patients in beds 12-3.

Looking at Zhao Mengmeng, whose face was blank and whose eyes were filled with helplessness and numbness, Zhai Yuhan smiled and said, "Mengmeng, this is how it is when you first enter clinical practice. You have been doing basic research before, so it is normal that you don't understand."

"Mmm." Zhao Mengmeng squeezed out a very small sound from her nose, lowered her head, and looked like she was about to cry.

"Go back and carefully review the clinical internship manual, and follow the requirements there," Zhai Yuhan said.

"I understand, Teacher Zhai."

Zhai Yuhan said a few words, barely managing to appease the second camera crew left in the office. She then fell silent, filled with curiosity and anticipation for Ji Xiang's disheveled return, where he would complain to her.

If that were the case, what should she say? Zhai Yuhan fell into deep thought. She couldn't be harsh, after all, there were cameras around, and she would appear online; she had to maintain her composure.

While maintaining elegance and composure, we also need to teach this little guy Ji Xiang a lesson, make him realize reality, and understand that clinical work is not just about showing off one's knowledge.

Suddenly, Zhai Yuhan had an idea.

She chatted with Zhao Mengmeng, teaching her how to write medical records, passing the time.

After more than ten minutes, footsteps were heard outside the door, and Ji Xiang strode in.

"Dr. Xiao Ji, how did it go?" Zhai Yuhan asked with a smile.

(End of this chapter)