Healing Doctor

I didn't watch Chapter 445 of the program.

Ji Xiang had no interest in the program. He worked and rested on time, and quickly adjusted his schedule back to normal.

Life is like a half marathon every day; running at a certain pace saves energy, and that's the power of rhythm.

However, Ji Xiang still received a few phone calls. His classmates and colleagues were very happy that he had appeared on a variety show, but he was not very interested in it and found it quite boring.

Upon arriving at the hospital and changing his clothes, Ji Xiang began seeing patients.

There's still filming today, and I wonder what Director Fan wants to film. Ji Xiang knows a bit about the show, so even Director Fan probably doesn't know what he wants to film tomorrow, let alone himself.

It's somewhat similar to the most frenzied era of the Hong Kong film industry many years ago, when many films were conceived and filmed simultaneously, eventually becoming timeless classics.

Upon seeing Director Yang, he smiled and looked at Ji Xiang, "Dr. Ji Xiang, did you watch yesterday's program?"

"Director Yang, I haven't looked at it."

"..." Director Yang was stunned. He never expected that Ji Xiang would give him such a "fucked" answer.

If Ji Xiang himself doesn't even pay attention to the reality show, what's the point of him being there? Is he addicted to being an intern?

But Director Yang, being a seasoned veteran, smiled and said, "Dr. Ji Xiang, you're very photogenic. You look a little less attractive on the show than in real life, but you're just as good as any of those celebrities."

"Director Yang, what's the content of our ward rounds today?" Ji Xiang asked.

Director Yang was quite helpless when he saw that Ji Xiang didn't want to talk about reality shows at all.

Generally speaking, even if a junior doctor doesn't want to talk about a certain topic, they should at least say a few perfunctory words to show respect for their superior, the head of the department.

But Ji Xiang didn't care at all.

If you say he has low emotional intelligence, he can persuade patients with extremely low medical compliance to undergo MRI scans; if you say he has high emotional intelligence, he wouldn't even bother to appease himself as the head of technology and administration.

Seriously damn good.

"Dr. Ji Xiang, today is not my surgery day. Let me show you the medical records and patients," said Director Yang.

Ji Xiang planned to "preview" the material beforehand, as Director Yang had suggested, even if it was just a quick glance.

When Ji Xiang arrived at the office, Zhao Mengmeng was already there. She greeted him with mixed feelings as he walked in, "Ji Xiang, I watched the show yesterday, you did a really good job."

Zhao Mengmeng was somewhat envious.

In the show, she performed terribly, visibly so, a far cry from Ji Xiang's performance. It was like the male lead acting alongside the female supporting character number eighteen.

"Really? I didn't see it," Ji Xiang said with a smile.

"You don't even watch the reality show you're on?"

"There's nothing to see here. I rarely watch variety shows."

"Then what are you doing?"

"When I'm working at the hospital, if I'm not busy and a teacher happens to be on duty, I'll go and help out in the emergency room," Ji Xiang replied.

"..."

Zhao Mengmeng sighed.

"Sister Mengmeng, what's wrong?"

"I want to too," Zhao Mengmeng said. "Who wouldn't want such a pure life? But I'm about to graduate with my doctorate, and I'm almost 30. My family is starting to pressure me to get married."

The term "pressure to get married" is quite distant from Ji Xiang's experience.

"Sister Mengmeng doesn't have a boyfriend?" Ji Xiang asked casually as he turned on his workstation.

"Female PhD students are the 'Abbess' type, it's so hard for them to find boyfriends," Zhao Mengmeng said. "I had a boyfriend in college, but we broke up after graduation because we were far apart. Who knew it would be so hard to find someone? If I could do it all over again, I definitely wouldn't do it this way."

The film crew hadn't come in yet, so Zhao Mengmeng was more relaxed.

"What kind of person are you looking for? Teacher Zhai can help you introduce some," Ji Xiang said.

"I just want to find someone average, normal, but I can't find one."

"Medium, normal?" Ji Xiang picked up a sheet of A4 paper and drew a cone. "Sister Mengmeng, is this how it is?"

Zhao Mengmeng was curious and walked over to take a look.

Ji Xiang's pen landed in the middle of the cone and made a forceful stroke.

"Medium, normal. Actually, the top only accounts for 1/8 of the volume," Ji Xiang said with a smile.

Zhao Mengmeng was taken aback; Ji Xiang was right.

Human society is not a cylindrical structure, but a standard cone. If the moderate standard we require is directly displayed, it will be the shape in front of us.

"Don't rush things. Don't just find a boyfriend because your family is pressuring you." Ji Xiang wasn't being sarcastic; instead, he advised Zhao Mengmeng, "I have an old doctor by my side, Brother Zhao Zhe. He's been divorced for many years, and I think he's doing quite well."

"That's true, that's exactly what I think. Better to be single than to marry just anyone and then get divorced."

"What are you talking about?" Zhai Yuhan asked as she walked in.

"Hello, Teacher Zhai," Ji Xiang said. "I'm preparing for today's recording."

"Dr. Zhai..."

A middle-aged man followed behind Zhai Yuhan and spoke cautiously.

"Wait outside for the director," Zhai Yuhan said. "We'll do our rounds first, then we'll address your issue."

"Thank you, thank you." The man stood obediently at the door.

Ji Xiang glanced at him; he was hunched over, looked to be around fifty years old, and had an uneasy expression on his face.

"Teacher Zhai, is that a patient?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Sigh." Zhai Yuhan sighed, "A liver cancer patient, inoperable, he wouldn't believe it even if we told him, he insisted on waiting for the chief physician to take a look."

"I saw that Director Yang has arrived," Ji Xiang said.

Zhai Yuhan glanced at Ji Xiang but didn't say anything.

Ji Xiang suddenly realized that this patient was no longer a candidate for surgery, and that other doctors had probably already told him that, but he still refused to give up and wanted Director Yang to take another look.

Similar situations are frequently seen in hospitals. Patients are devastated and have no hope of survival. Even when Director Yang reviewed the scans, he probably gave him advice that only fueled his despair, yet he still wanted to try again.

"Wait a moment, I'll review your footage after I hand over my shift," came Director Yang's voice.

Early in the morning, the head doctor had already arrived at the doctor's office, ready to hand over the shift.

The film crew arrived, but they didn't come in. The shift handover had already been recorded, so there was no need to repeat the same shot, the same scene, or the same content, as that would bore the audience.

Medical staff arrived at the office one after another, chatting and laughing.

At exactly eight o'clock, Director Yang waved his hand and said, "Submit it."

Everyone shut up, and the night shift nurse began reading the shift handover log.

Although it was just a formality, the handover at the First Affiliated Hospital was quite standardized. During his internship, Ji Xiang noticed that some departments used English for handovers, but he felt it wasn't entirely necessary.

After handing over the shift and seeing patients, it was nearly nine o'clock when Director Yang returned to the office with the young doctors in the department, the interns from the program, and Zhai Yuhan.

"Liver cancer is a major surgical procedure in our hepatobiliary surgery department," said Director Yang. "Can someone tell me about the contraindications for liver cancer?"

(End of this chapter)