Healing Doctor

The Role of "Television" in Chapter 495

"Xiao Ji, nobody knows about our interventional radiology department. You see, there are very few columns about interventional radiology on major medical websites. Even if there are introductions, people don't know what this ridiculous name means, so they just gloss over it and have no impression at all."

"Are they people you know from your hometown? What are they asking you about? Is it about interventional surgery?" Ji Xiang asked.

Zhao Zhe noticed that Ji Xiang's fingers were moving slightly, as if he were twisting a guide wire.

"It must be an interventional procedure. The doctor who called me used to work in the same department. Nobody cared when I performed surgery right under their noses, but now they're calling me directly to ask about it," Zhao Zhe said smugly. "Xiao Ji, you don't know how difficult it is to work at the grassroots level. Not to mention doctors, every time I introduce interventional procedures to patients, the vast majority of patients and their families are full of hostility."

"Hate? Why?" Ji Xiang didn't quite understand.

"Yes, it's hostility, like I'm trying to make a fortune off them with interventional surgery. I'm a senior attending physician; even if I were to make money, it would be the head of the department who does. Speaking of which, we..."

Seeing that Zhao Zhe had once again gone off-topic, Ji Xiang, who was already used to it, immediately brought the topic back on track.

"Brother Zhao, since the patient consulted you about surgery, will we see an increase in hybrid surgeries for kidney cancer after we get back?"

"Definitely. Look how much Director Lu cares about appearing on TV, right? People of their generation believed in television, otherwise why would TVG have been so incredibly popular? Although our program can't be on CCTV, they consider online platforms as television as well."

"This stuff has a reputation backing it, but they don't know who's backing it. The Spring Festival Gala really makes GG valuable; I used to doubt it. Now it seems it's true," Zhao Zhe said with a smile.

Ji Xiang smiled. He didn't want to delve into deep logic; as long as the number of surgeries could increase after he returned, that would be fine.

"It's not just patients or their families, even doctors are the same," Zhao Zhe said. "Many doctors don't understand at all, but since they are doctors, they give nonsensical advice when friends and family consult them, so we have always had very few patients."

"so."

"It's different when it's on TV, especially the animation production, it's amazing! Look, as soon as the show ended, screenshots of the animation were already being uploaded to Bilibili." Zhao Zhe opened the website and easily found content uploaded by a content creator who was taking screenshots of variety show animation.

It hasn't been long, but it has already received tens of thousands of clicks.

"That's good." Ji Xiang smiled. "As everyone knows, although many diseases are incurable, at least there's another option."

"Ji Xiang," Zhao Mengmeng suddenly said timidly.

"Sister Mengmeng, what's wrong?"

The recording of the program has been going on for a few days now, and Ji Xiang and his teammate, this "high achiever," are getting more and more familiar with each other, and their way of addressing each other has changed.

"When did you learn interventional surgery?" Zhao Mengmeng asked, "During your internship? Or during your residency?"

"Internship," Ji Xiang replied casually.

This is something that definitely can't be said.

"That's great." Zhao Mengmeng was naive and easily fooled; she had already imagined Ji Xiang diligently studying during his internship. "Talent is something..."

"Is Dr. Zhai here?"

As Zhao Mengmeng was speaking, a voice came from the doorway.

The person knocking on the door was a man in his fifties with graying temples. He was supporting the patient, who appeared to be his lover.

The patient clutched his stomach, his face pale.

"Hello." Zhao Zhe stood up immediately, his face beaming. "Are you looking for Mr. Zhai to see a doctor?"

"We are Dr. Zhai's patients. We had our gallbladders removed here a month ago," the man said. "Today I suddenly had a stomachache, so... I brought my wife up here."

"Wait a moment, I'll go get General Manager Zhai."

Zhao Zhe was very diligent, and his attitude was impeccable. For a seasoned attending physician, this was no big deal; it was as normal as eating and drinking.

Seeing Zhao Zhe go to find Zhai Yuhan, Ji Xiang took the patient and his family to the pharmacy to prepare for the physical examination.

Along the way, Ji Xiang briefly inquired about the patient's condition.

The patient is a 53-year-old female. She underwent laparoscopic cholecystectomy for gallstones and chronic cholecystitis. The details of the surgery are unknown, but her postoperative recovery was smooth, and she had no complaints.

The patient was discharged 4 days after the surgery and experienced no abnormalities after discharge.

This afternoon, one month after the surgery, the patient experienced right upper quadrant pain without any obvious cause. The patient and family then remembered the surgery from a month prior and returned to the First Affiliated Hospital to see Dr. Zhai again.

There shouldn't be any problems, Ji Xiang thought.

Zhai Yuhan was resting in her duty room when Zhao Zhe said that an old patient had come to see her, so she put on her white coat and came out.

Upon meeting, the patient and their family felt as if they had seen a long-lost relative, and almost burst into tears.

Ji Xiang did approve of Zhai Yuhan in his heart.

During her recent time in the hepatobiliary surgery department, Zhai Yuhan has been very kind to her patients, which explains why they treat her like family.

After a brief consultation and physical examination, Zhai Yuhan said with a smile, "I don't think this is a problem for our department. Black stools for 3 days could be a delayed stress ulcer, so you should go to the gastroenterology department. If you're worried, you can get an ultrasound to check."

Delayed stress ulcers? That's quite rare, Ji Xiang thought to himself.

He held his breath and entered the system's operating room.

"Dr. Zhai, what's this? There's gastrointestinal bleeding too?" the patient's family member said worriedly.

"Nervousness," Zhai Yuhan explained. "It's bleeding caused by necrosis and erosion of the gastric and duodenal mucosa due to stress from severe trauma, infection, burns, or critical illness."

"Ms. Liu was highly stressed before the surgery, which could have caused stress ulcers, but this is not common clinically. Based on Ms. Liu's medical history, I judged that it was caused by stress ulcers. It's generally not a serious problem. Get an ultrasound done, and if there are no problems with her liver and gallbladder, she can be hospitalized in the gastroenterology department for treatment."

Ji Xiang's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak.

Zhai Yuhan wrote outpatient examination forms for patients and asked them to undergo the examinations.

Ji Xiang was very enthusiastic. Before the patient's family could reach out, he picked up the test form and said, "I'll take you there."

Zhai Yuhan glanced at Ji Xiang. In terms of familiarity with the hospital, Ji Xiang seemed to be less familiar than the patients and their families.

Is he going to cause trouble again?

Zhai Yuhan looked Ji Xiang up and down, and seeing that he was not at all abnormal, she simply thought that Ji Xiang was just being enthusiastic and did not think much of it.

Ji Xiang asked the nurse for a wheelchair and pushed the patient to get a checkup. Zhao Zhe wanted to follow, but Ji Xiang chased him away.

"Dr. Zhao, was Dr. Ji this enthusiastic when he was with you?" Zhai Yuhan asked with a smile after Ji Xiang left.

"Dr. Ji is very kind to his patients," Zhao Zhe said earnestly. "It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he treats his patients like family."

As Zhao Zhe spoke, he looked in the direction Ji Xiang had left with a look full of doubt.

(End of this chapter)