Healing Doctor

Chapter 435 Ji Xiang's makeshift team

Zhai Yuhan was taken aback. Zhao Zhe was working with Ji Xiang? Was he joking?

Every wrinkle on his face was etched with rich clinical experience, which didn't match his humble, grandson-like expression at all.

Generally speaking, jokes are common in hospitals, but people are always careful about the boundaries. This joke, however, went a bit too far, to the point where it could be censored.

"Hello, hello." Zhao Zhe explained before walking in, bending over and extending his hands.

He bent over very deeply, his hands almost at head level, humbly trying to shake hands with Zhai Yuhan to express his goodwill.

Zhai Yuhan was left speechless, both amused and exasperated by Zhao Zhe's actions.

"My name is Zhao Zhe, and I'm a senior attending physician in Dr. Xiao Ji's medical team," Zhao Zhe introduced himself.

"..."

Zhai Yuhan was surprised to receive Zhao Zhe's confirmation, but she tried her best to appear calm and shook hands with Zhao Zhe.

Zhao Zhe had a subservient look on his face, which made Zhai Yuhan very uncomfortable.

"Hello." Then a bald man walked in, looking down his nose at Zhai Yuhan.

But Zhai Yuhan just happened to fall for it.

Lu Gang's bald head, that single strand of hair that knew it couldn't be faked but still desperately clung to his last shred of dignity. Though laughable, this appearance silently told Zhai Yuhan that he was a senior doctor, and a highly skilled one at that.

Judging people by their appearance is wrong, but it's a relatively common practice in the medical field, and Zhai Yuhan has a similar habit.

"Hello." Zhai Yuhan smiled and extended her hand.

But Lu Gang didn't even look at Zhai Yuhan, showing no intention of reaching out. Instead, he glanced around the doctor's office and nodded slightly.

"You must be the professor leading Dr. Ji Xiang's medical team. May I ask your surname?" Zhai Yuhan asked in a friendly manner.

Lu Gang's face darkened, and he frowned as he looked at Zhai Yuhan.

Zhai Yuhan couldn't understand what she had said wrong. This visiting senior doctor was really taking her for granted.

"I'm not the professor leading the group... I'm responsible for supervising Ji Xiang's work," Lu Gang said in a deep voice.

"My main responsibility is to assist Dr. Ji with the surgery, while Director Lu is responsible for writing the medical records," Zhao Zhe explained immediately, not giving Lu Gang a chance.

"Supervise, supervise! Xiao Ji is young and impulsive; he definitely can't be left unsupervised," Lu Gang forced a defense.

Zhai Yuhan stared at Lu Gang in astonishment. He didn't refute Zhao Zhe's words, but instead offered a ridiculous excuse to save face and then let it go.

Could it be that Ji Xiang is really the leader of this medical team?

The usually calm Zhai Yuhan was somewhat flustered, her mind filled with questions.

Lu Gang is clearly the kind of expert everyone knows – his baldness is his trademark.

Moreover, Lu Gang's arrogance was written all over his face after entering the house.

Although Zhao Zhe appears incredibly humble, like a dog, he is a typical senior attending physician with a clear bottom line: protecting the interests of the professor leading the group and directly exposing Lu Gang's true colors.

However, Zhai Yuhan found it unacceptable that the professor leading the group was Ji Xiang.

The unusual duo completely changed Zhai Yuhan's worldview.

"Xiao Ji, were you given any difficulties during filming?" Lu Gang asked.

"No," Ji Xiang said with a smile.

"How could that be? I know their character perfectly well," Lu Gang retorted. "I wouldn't stand it if another film crew were shooting in our hospital. This is a hospital, not Hengdian World Studios. Don't they care about the seriousness of the medical profession?"

"No, really. Teacher Zhai and Director Yang have been very kind to me," Ji Xiang said.

very good……

Zhai Yuhan had the idea of ​​teaching these interns a lesson before the film crew arrived.

"Hey."

"The system here is different from ours, and I find it more convenient," Ji Xiang said.

"What's different? Let me see."

Lu Gang sat down with an air of authority, and Ji Xiang began to explain the electronic system of the First Affiliated Hospital of Hangzhou Medical University to him.

At that moment, Zhai Yuhan felt like an outsider.

Lu Gang examined each patient one by one, as if he were inspecting clinical work in a department of a family clinic.

"Gallbladder torsion?" Lu Gang, with his sharp eyes, suddenly stopped. "The First Affiliated Hospital is quite good. This disease is easily misdiagnosed. Let me see the specific details."

"In our hospital, there have been three cases of misdiagnosis of gallbladder torsion," Lu Gang began to "review" the medical records.

"Teacher Lu, how come you remember so clearly?" Zhai Yuhan asked.

"Me? My job is to supervise," Lu Gang said. "I have to identify diseases that are prone to problems, otherwise we'll have an average of 1.2 more serious medical accidents per year."

"..." Zhai Yuhan was stunned for a moment.

Lu Gang's approach was insightful and strategic; he didn't approach the disease classification from the perspective of a clinician, but rather from the perspective of the medical affairs department.

"I didn't expect your First Affiliated Hospital to be so good." Lu Gang glanced through the medical record and gave an affirmative answer. "When the patient came, the symptoms had already subsided. This is the most dangerous situation. In the past twelve years, our hospital has misdiagnosed three similar patients."

"..." Zhai Yuhan was momentarily unsure whether Ji Xiang had told Lu Gang beforehand.

Logically, it shouldn't be allowed. If Ji Xiang wanted to show off, he could have done so when reviewing medical records, especially since there were cameras and many professors in charge of the cases.

There's no need to flaunt your status in public or behind the scenes like a mere resident.

But what the bald Director Lu said was just a coincidence, and Zhai Yuhan felt it was too much of a coincidence and couldn't accept it for a while.

"Director Lu, how was it resolved in the end?" Zhao Zhe asked.

"Don't just glance at any patient and let them go. They should be observed in the hospital for at least a few hours and sign all the necessary forms. Just like all patients who come to the emergency room need an electrocardiogram first, to avoid misdiagnosis and mistreatment," Lu Gang said.

"The ECG thing is really something. I'm a bit of a scaredy-cat. Back in Yuanliao, a patient came to me in the middle of the day complaining of a toothache and asking for painkillers. I saw he was in so much pain, sweating profusely, and something seemed off, so I ordered an ECG. And what the heck came out was a widow's line!"

"Oh? How did you explain this to the patient? Patients generally don't want to spend money on useless tests."

"Yeah, patients definitely won't do it for a few dozen yuan. But the emergency department in Yuanliao has its own ECG machine. What's the big deal if I give a patient an ECG? At worst, the nurse will nag a bit about the bill."

"The Widow Line. If you don't get an ECG, you'll probably be cornered in your house." Lu Gang looked at the medical record and chatted casually with Zhao Zhe.

When Zhao Zhe recalled those days, once he started talking, his talkative nature burst forth, and he began to ramble on about how difficult it was to work in a grassroots hospital.

Zhai Yuhan silently watched the two doctors who were Ji Xiang's "subordinates," feeling both amused and exasperated.

This is no amateur team; it's clearly a group of experienced and incredibly shrewd clinical professionals.

What kind of magic does Ji Xiang possess that makes people like him obediently work under him?

(End of this chapter)