Healing Doctor

Chapter 487 Slamming the Table and Rising Up

Mr. Han introduced the medical history and films of previous patients, which was rather dry, but it wouldn't work if it was too short, otherwise the audience would think there wasn't enough data.

Director Fan gave enough time to use this as background, and then the main perspective returned to the commentary room, listening to the guests chatting casually.

Viewers in front of their screens were captivated by this more in-depth approach, especially those with family members suffering from similar conditions, who watched intently.

Many people are unaware that there are treatment options for late-stage liver cancer, and while the effects may not be a cure, there are still many people who have persisted for 5-8 years.

This is a hope.

Sometimes, living is just about living for a dream.

There are no current treatments available, and being told to go home and wait to die is a very unpleasant experience.

As they were talking, the screen flashed back to the First Affiliated Hospital.

The nurse knocked on the door. "Brother Han, the head doctor isn't here. There's a gastroenterology consultation."

"Gastrointestinal tract?" Dr. Han frowned.

The screen switched to the doctor's office, and Dr. Han was interrupted before she could finish speaking.

The moment this part appeared, Director Bai's eyes lit up.

"Dazhi, guess what's going on?"

"Let's have the gastrointestinal intervention department take a look, needless to say," Director Liu said without hesitation.

Director Bai also felt that his question was too naive.

Gastrointestinal patients seeking interventional diagnosis are almost always diagnosed with bleeding. However, for massive hematemesis caused by gastric varices, interventional procedures are not currently widely available.

So the urgent need for a consultation suggests lower gastrointestinal bleeding.

The riddle-like words were difficult for ordinary people to understand, but for Director Bai and Director Liu, they were practically an open secret.

The two suddenly exchanged a glance, and Director Liu noticed that Section Chief Bai looked very serious.

"Old Bai, you don't actually think Ji Xiang needs surgery, do you?"

Why not?

"To be honest, this program was just a lucky break," said Director Liu. "Seeing patients in the outpatient clinic certainly doesn't attract as much attention as performing surgery, but other surgeries can't be shown on TV either, lest they scare a few more people. Speaking of which, a few years ago some hospitals encouraged husbands to accompany their wives during natural childbirth."

"Nonsense, it's all just a bunch of nonsense from those who create gender antagonism, and some people actually believe it," Director Bai said disdainfully.

This happened a few years ago; some hospitals encouraged husbands to accompany their wives into the delivery room during childbirth.

Some husbands went in to accompany their husbands, but the results were not ideal, and even far from their original intentions, going against the grain.

I had imagined that the husband would know his wife's pain and how things would go after childbirth, but the reality was tragic, and a whole bunch of problems arose.

The matter eventually fizzled out.

The reason I'm talking about it now is because the current situation is somewhat similar to that time.

Director Bai said, "Interventional surgery is different. It's simple and almost painless during the procedure. I believe the patient can walk back on their own after using a hemostatic board; there's no need for a stretcher."

"After all, it's a level 4 surgery, so it should be done with some ceremony."

"Ji Xiang is really lucky," Director Liu said with a sigh after a moment of silence.

"I don't think so," Director Bai denied. "I think the production team just benefited from Ji Xiang's good luck."

"What you said makes sense."

The camera was a bit bumpy, and the image was shaky as I tried to keep up with the previously gentle and refined President Han Chu.

However, the refined-looking CEO Han quickly revealed his true colors as a scumbag. He gave Director Fan a look and told him in an unquestionable tone not to continue filming before walking quickly inside.

"Haha, I knew this would happen." Director Liu laughed heartily.

"It's not good to take pictures in a hospital," Director Bai said. "You have to admit that hospitals in the south are bold and open-minded. If this happened in our hospital, we'd be torn to shreds."

"Hey, look at what you're saying."

Director Liu stared at the screen. Although he had a rough idea of ​​what kind of patients he would be facing, he didn't know how the program had arranged it.

The interventional surgery was indeed not against regulations, but there was still a bowel resection to follow.

This type of surgery is extremely difficult, involving collaboration between different departments, and cannot be accomplished simply by one person performing the surgery well.

The camera didn't follow them in, but soon the scene shifted, showing Director Liu wearing a sterile cap, a sterile gown, and slippers with shoe covers rustling as he strode over.

Director Fan greeted him, but Director Li clearly ignored him, not even bothering to hide his hostility and disregard.

The cameraman led Director Fan inside, and the two walked further and further apart until a short, fat doctor with drooling appeared.

Only the film crew remained in the frame, looking rather pitiful.

……

……

Dean Zhao's home.

The father and son sat on the sofa watching a television program.

Zhao Tianjiao bit his cheek, his cheeks puffed out, his expression different from the previous two episodes. He was very serious, with a hint of nervousness in his seriousness, looking like he was one of the interns participating in a reality show.

Zhao Jixiang, however, remained calm and watched silently.

"Dad, what kind of patient is it?" Zhao Tianjiao asked, puzzled, as the film crew's footage was still being shown outside.

"It's probably a patient with intestinal bleeding," Zhao Jixiang explained. "We'll perform interventional embolization and remove the tissue before the ischemia reaches the necrosis stage."

Zhao Tianjiao was completely confused.

He is just a resident trainee and hasn't yet been exposed to such advanced content.

What followed was the guests' casual conversation, which Zhao Tianjiao found incredibly noisy and completely uninteresting. He silently prayed, "Please, please, don't let Ji Xiang steal the spotlight again!"

Although Ji Xiang and Zhao Tianjiao had little contact and no direct conflict of interest, Zhao Tianjiao was still very worried, or rather, very jealous.

Soon, the scene shifts from the review room to the entrance of the ward.

A familiar figure strode over, making Zhao Tianjiao's eyelids twitch.

Zhao Jixiang moved slightly, adjusted his glasses, and frowned as he watched Ji Xiang walk over.

"Director Fan." Ji Xiang walked up to Director Fan, bowed slightly, his eagerness tempered with politeness, revealing his excellent upbringing.

"Dr. Xiao Ji, what's wrong?" Director Fan asked, somewhat puzzled.

"This is the patient's son. The patient's condition is as follows."

Ji Xiang gave a brief introduction to the patient's condition.

It was pretty much what Director Bai, Director Liu, and Zhao Jixiang had guessed.

"Does the production team have a budget?" Ji Xiang asked directly.

"Yes, but the amount is limited." After saying that, Director Fan looked at the middle-aged man who came out with Ji Xiang, "How much money do you need?"

"3 to 5."

"Twenty or thirty thousand is fine, but if..." said Director Fan's assistant.

"Director Fan," Ji Xiang said seriously, "give me a straight answer. This is about saving lives, not business."

Upon hearing this, Director Bai slammed his hand on the table, startling Director Liu.

Zhao Jixiang sat ramrod straight, staring intently at Ji Xiang on the screen.

(End of this chapter)