Healing Doctor

Chapter 447 Unwavering Firmness

Director Yang was not in a hurry; he sat leisurely, waiting for Ji Xiang to review the film.

The time spent watching the film varied depending on the individual's skill level. But regardless of skill level, Ji Xiang demonstrated the correct approach from the beginning.

If it weren't for what happened before, Director Yang would definitely have looked at this "intern" with admiration.

But now, Director Yang has high expectations for how Ji Xiang will conduct the consultation after reviewing the images.

The patient's condition was very serious and there was no way to treat him. Director Yang wanted to see how Ji Xiang treated patients with advanced-stage disease.

If you're too soft-hearted, you'll inevitably have to say a few words to him.

"After it was discovered, we went to Shanghai for treatment and had surgery. Two years later, we went back to Shanghai for a consultation." Ji Xiang frowned. "They said it wouldn't work?"

"Yes," the patient pleaded, "Director Yang, is there anything else you can do?"

Director Yang was also helpless with this patient. After seeing the top doctors in Shanghai and the best doctors in the country, he was told that there was little hope, but the patient came back to him.

Such patients are not uncommon; in layman's terms, it's like trying to revive a dead horse by any means necessary.

The patient was desperate, but his will to live kept him coming to the hospital, pleading and begging.

"The film looks like it can be made," Ji Xiang suddenly said.

"!!!"

"!!!"

"!!!"

Director Yang, Zhai Yuhan, Director Fan, and the filming crew were all stunned when they heard Ji Xiang's words.

Can you do it?!

Are you kidding me!

Although Director Fan and the other filming crew did not know the details of the patient's medical treatment, they heard the conversation very clearly. The high-level hospitals in Shanghai were unwilling to take the patient, and they were subtly telling the patient to go home and wait to die, without bothering to make a fuss.

And Ji Xiang actually said he could do it?!

Everyone fell silent, with only the faint buzzing sound of the camera working.

"Dr. Ji Xiang, you need to be careful with your words." Director Yang suppressed his surprise and said calmly, "The left lobe of the liver has been removed, but a 10cm tumor has grown in the right lobe. Chemotherapy is the only option. Although liver cancer is not sensitive to chemotherapy, it's the only way. Radiotherapy is also an option, but... sigh."

Ji Xiang put down the film and returned to Director Yang's side.

He didn't speak, but just frowned as he watched the film.

"Director Yang, what do you think..." the patient asked softly.

A perfectly good consultation was interrupted by Ji Xiang. What Director Yang wanted to hear was Ji Xiang's basic consultation skills, not his nonsense.

"Try chemotherapy," Director Yang said to the patient.

"..." The patient was clearly disappointed.

"Director, could you please come here for a moment?" Ji Xiang said softly, looking at Director Yang's profile.

Director Yang frowned, looking into Ji Xiang's eyes. "What is it?"

Ji Xiang didn't speak, but his eyes revealed a resolute look.

There are many things that doctors cannot say to each other in front of patients. For example, the patient in front of me had a tumor about 10cm in diameter growing in the right lobe of his liver after a left lobe resection. He was doomed to die.

The phrase "certain death" can be implied to the patient through subtle hints, but it should never be said directly.

but!

These are all exchanges between doctors.

Who is Ji Xiang? What is Ji Xiang?

He was just a resident trainee, an intern who came to the First Affiliated Hospital of Hangzhou Medical University with the film crew to record a program!

Director Yang had no intention of paying attention to Ji Xiang.

Seeing that Director Yang was ignoring him, Ji Xiang slowly clenched his fists, placed them on the table, leaned forward, and looked down at Director Yang intently.

Determined and persistent.

A tremendous pressure weighed on Director Yang.

Ji Xiang's posture was very aggressive, like a gorilla challenging an old king.

Director Yang never expected Ji Xiang to look at him like that. His inner strength almost crumbled instantly, and he even had a subconscious urge to retaliate.

"you……"

"Director Yang, may I speak to you in private?" Ji Xiang persisted.

After being taken aback, Director Yang felt not fear or apprehension, but rather a sense of something strange.

His impression of Ji Xiang was that he could communicate well with patients and even do things that he himself could not do.

"Why is this child so stubborn?" Director Yang chuckled, a smile playing on his lips.

that,

I'll teach him a lesson.

Of course, Director Yang had a good impression of Ji Xiang and didn't want to embarrass him in front of the cameras.

Director Yang stood up, smiled slightly, and walked out of the doctor's office.

Director Fan paused for a moment, and was about to tell the film crew to follow when Ji Xiang turned around, glanced at him, and made a gesture of refusal.

Although this posture wasn't as intimidating as when facing Director Yang, Director Fan still felt a chill.

The doctor's office door closed, and the camera lens was pointed at the door where the two had just left, but it only captured a fleeting moment.

Director Fan then walked over and pressed his ear against the door.

This scene startled all the guests in the commentary room.

Last night's ratings were excellent, and the guests all had high hopes for the show and were ready to give it their all.

In this situation, what should I say?

The bald host, with lightning speed in his mind, noticed Director Fan's strange posture and jumped in to save the day.

"Professor Shen, the hospital director seems very easygoing." The host forced a smile. "Are there some things you can't say in front of patients? Is this common in hospitals?"

Professor Shen gave a helpless, bitter smile.

The hospital director is easygoing? Are you kidding me?

I remember when I first started working, our desks were facing each other with a row of flowers in the middle. I asked a senior doctor why, and he said it was to prevent the head doctor from throwing medical record folders and injuring the junior doctor across from us.

This has happened more than once or twice, so we need to use potted plants to stop it.

On the operating table, it is common for surgeons to curse, throw things around, and throw instruments.

Is the director easy-going?

No one who isn't drunk would say something like that.

However, he couldn't say such things outright. Professor Shen still harbored deep suspicions about the production team, and he certainly wouldn't tell the truth.

If it airs and someone identifies with it, how will I be able to continue working in this industry?

"That's right." Professor Shen smiled, skipping the first question and directly answering the second, "When explaining the illness to patients, the more serious the illness, the less you should tell the patient directly. A large proportion of cancer patients die from fright."

This statement seemed a bit excessive, and Professor Shen hesitated for a moment.

"Professor Shen, please feel free to speak. The program's post-production editing is quite good and won't make things difficult for you," the bald host quickly reassured Professor Shen, seeing through his thoughts at a glance.

"Hehe." Professor Shen chuckled awkwardly. "That's true, but Ji Xiang's movements just now were a bit too immature."

"Yes, you can't be too aggressive when talking to a senior doctor," the bald man said supportively. "That's his posture."

Then the bald host stood up, walked to Professor Shen, and placed his fists on the table.

Even though he was just putting on a show, with a smile on his lips, Professor Shen suddenly felt a pressure pressing down on him, and his eyelids twitched.

(End of this chapter)