Healing Doctor

Chapter 423 Chat

"Teacher, the patient has given his consent," Ji Xiang said.

"It's normal to disagree; clinical work is extremely complex, involving dealing with all sorts of people..."

As Zhai Yuhan spoke, she suddenly paused, startled.

They agreed? Who agreed? What did they agree to?

With a single click, three huge question marks appeared above Zhai Yuhan's head.

"What did you say?" Zhai Yuhan asked, puzzled.

"The patient and their family have agreed to the examination," Ji Xiang said. "I'm not familiar with your hospital's procedures. If possible, Dr. Zhai, could you please arrange for the examination to be done half an hour before you start work tomorrow?"

"..."

Zhai Yuhan looked at Ji Xiang as if he were a monster.

How did he do that?!

Moreover, the solution proposed by Ji Xiang is feasible.

……

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In the comments section, Ji Xiang is chatting with a patient on the screen.

"When I first got sick, I almost thought I was having a heart attack. It hurts here, it hurts like hell. I'm usually healthy and rarely get sick, but when the pain comes, it's really unbearable. I bang my head against the wall."

Ji Xiang pointed to his upper abdomen and chatted with the patient.

"Many heart attack patients do not experience chest tightness or shortness of breath, but rather other symptoms, such as abdominal pain. Some patients even experience toothache, and after visiting the dental clinic thirteen times, they eventually die from a heart attack."

"What does 'one thirteen times' mean?" the patient asked the young doctor curiously.

"Ah, that's a local expression from Northeast China. It means that after being taken to the hospital for a long time, the dentist thought it was a cavity or some other disease and was preparing for root canal treatment, and then the patient suddenly had a heart attack and died."

"Later on, every patient who came to the emergency room at our hospital had to have an electrocardiogram (ECG) done to check for a heart attack."

"Hahaha, you guys are really..." The patient gradually lowered his guard as he saw that Ji Xiang spoke in a simple and easy-to-understand way, like the boy next door.

"Do you think doctors can't diagnose without examinations?" Ji Xiang said with a smile.

"This child..." A guest in his fifties scratched his head.

"He's incredibly approachable; he doesn't look like a young doctor, more like one of my veteran doctors," Professor Shen said.

"When I was an intern, there was also a doctor who had excellent communication skills with patients, just like Ji Xiang. He could solve problems just by chatting with them," Mao Mao added.

The guests offered brief comments, while on the screen, Ji Xiang continued to "chat casually."

"That goes back to a different topic. That time I was sick, I practically crawled to the emergency room."

"Why are we crawling?" the patient asked, puzzled.

"I live in the hospital's student apartment, less than 200 meters from the emergency department, but even those 200 meters feel like a knife is stuck in my throat with every step. I have to crawl, my legs are weak, and I can't even take a step while holding onto the wall," Ji Xiang said, patting the Murphy point on his upper abdomen where his gallbladder is located.

"Later I met a patient with a knife wound. After the surgery, I asked him if he was in pain, and he said he wasn't."

"I only realized after that that this disease was more painful than being stabbed with a knife."

The patient felt deeply sympathetic.

"I hadn't walked ten steps before my clothes were soaked with sweat, no exaggeration. What about you? Were you in as much pain as I was?" Ji Xiang asked.

"When I was sick, I endured the excruciating pain and called 120 for emergency help. I was out of breath and trembling as I told them the location of my home. Then my wife went downstairs to wait for the ambulance."

After making the call, I was in so much pain that I couldn't move. I was soaked in sweat and could only lie on the ground like a shrimp.

"The ground is cold, so lying on the ground will relieve the pain a little bit," Ji Xiang added.

The patient had previously suspected that Ji Xiang was making up a story to deceive him, but when Ji Xiang said that the ground was cold and lying on the ground could relieve the pain a little, he immediately regarded Ji Xiang as a close friend.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" The patient said "yes" four times in a row. "Those few hours, I really wanted to die. It was too painful."

"Me too. When I went to the emergency room, the teachers there joked with me, saying I had a terminal illness."

"Uh..." The patient paused slightly upon hearing the word "terminal illness".

Not only the patient, but also the patient's family and the camera crew were stunned. What kind of talk is this?

"I know why the teacher said that," Ji Xiang explained. "Gallstones are a terminal illness. I heard that there was a procedure to remove gallstones by cutting open the gallbladder more than ten years ago, but it wasn't very effective, so it was discontinued."

"But for our terminal illness, all we need to do is remove the gallbladder."

"Haha, I see."

"There's another benefit to having it removed, Brother Zhou, do you know that?" Ji Xiang had already started calling the patient his brother.

"What are the benefits?"

"I get diarrhea after eating anything greasy, look at me!" Ji Xiang patted his chest. "I used to weigh over 200 pounds, now I'm around 160 pounds. I've successfully lost weight and I even look quite slim now."

"No, I gained more than 20 pounds after the surgery," the patient said.

"I have a craving, and after the surgery I eat greasy food, and I can't hold it in at all. My classmates even tease me, saying I have a straight intestine. I'm so envious of you being able to gain weight. Look at me, Zhou Ge, I'm too skinny."

Ji Xiang's words went further and further as he spoke.

The photographer's team was somewhat bewildered.

"Ji Xiang is so outgoing." One guest didn't know how to describe Ji Xiang, so the only comment that came to mind was "outgoing."

"This isn't just being overly familiar; it's intentional." Professor Shen was very familiar with Ji Xiang's way of speaking. He said confidently, "First, build rapport, stand on the same side as the patient, and make the patient relax and stop being wary."

"He seems very professional. Of all these interns, only Ji Xiang is as professional as an experienced doctor."

"An old doctor?" Professor Shen sighed inwardly.

Most experienced doctors couldn't do what Ji Xiang did.

In particular, the line about lying on the ground and feeling cool would relieve the pain, conveyed a deep sense of empathy that made Professor Shen feel that Ji Xiang's gallbladder had actually been removed, rather than simply trying to build rapport with the patient.

For a moment, Professor Shen, a veteran clinician, was somewhat dazed.

Various reasonable yet unreasonable thoughts arose, and he couldn't tell whether Ji Xiang's gallbladder had been removed so that he could sympathize with the patients or whether he was just spouting nonsense that hit the nail on the head.

"I had two MRIs after my surgery, and those were the real ordeal. I had no idea what claustrophobia was before, but..."

"Wait a minute." The patient looked at Ji Xiang with a puzzled expression.

"What's wrong, Brother Zhou? Let me tell you, do you know what claustrophobia is?" Ji Xiang seemed to have no intention of getting to the "serious business" and changed the subject to claustrophobia.

"You said you had two MRI scans after the surgery, what's going on?"

"I have sludge-like stones. They said it's in the bile duct, in the part of the liver where sludge-like stones might accumulate. My teacher is worried that there will be problems after the surgery, so he insists that I have to have it done twice."

"It's useless. Look at me, I'm in great health!" Ji Xiang patted his belly and said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)