Healing Doctor

Chapter 500 Staples? (Bonus Chapter by Alliance Leader Maxzheng185 x1)

Zhai Yuhan clearly sensed the sympathy in Ji Xiang's eyes, and she felt somewhat flustered.

Does he need an intern to sympathize with him?

When did the chief resident of Hangzhou First Affiliated Hospital fall to such a state?

Zhai Yuhan knew very well that Ji Xiang had helped defuse the major problem. Although nothing might have happened without Ji Xiang, his presence made things much safer and further reduced the probability of problems.

Even though his own boss thought that Ji Xiang was reckless and might cause great problems, it turned out that nothing happened.

Zhai Yuhan was filled with mixed feelings. The relief she felt after the patient was dealt with, and the astonishment that Ji Xiang had actually handled the matter, all mixed together, left her feeling somewhat dazed.

"Xiao Ji, remember to discuss any problems with me in the future." Director Yang's tone softened a bit.

"Okay, Teacher Yang." Ji Xiang didn't argue further. His smile was gentle, and he lowered his head slightly, as if he were a student who had made a mistake.

Director Yang sighed inwardly.

Damn it!

He even began to sympathize with Qin Chu.

Qin Chu actually wanted to take this monstrous talent as his last disciple.

It's not impossible, but you have to completely overwhelm him in terms of strength, whether it's technique or emotional intelligence. Only by completely surpassing Ji Xiang can you subdue him.

Based on Director Yang's many years of clinical experience, such people are not just extremely rare, but practically nonexistent.

Most importantly, Qin Chu and Ji Xiang have also fallen out.

If Boss Qin behaves himself in the future, he might be fine, but if he keeps dwelling on this matter, he will surely face great trouble.

He pondered Ji Xianggang's words repeatedly, and the more he thought about it, the more sense they made.

Director Yang also admitted that Ji Xiang had a certain risk-taking mentality, but it was the best choice.

Seeing Director Yang standing blankly in front of his desk, Zhai Yuhan knew her boss was probably lost in thought. As for the reason, there was no need to explain.

"Boss, shall we..."

Director Yang's phone rang.

"Feed?" Director Yang's thoughts were interrupted, and he picked up his phone and subconsciously answered the call.

A hurried, anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.

Zhai Yuhan pricked up her ears to listen carefully, her ear tips peeking through her long hair, making her look like an elf.

"What's wrong with him? He's such a big kid and he's still so naughty!" Director Yang scolded angrily after hearing this.

"I'm contacting you, where are you?!"

As he spoke, Director Yang waved his hand, and Zhai Yuhan understood, leading Ji Xiang away.

"Dr. Ji, you're amazing."

Once outside, Zhai Yuhan looked earnestly at Ji Xiang and slowly said, "Thank you."

"You're too kind, Professor Zhai." Ji Xiang smiled slightly. "Actually, it's because the patient and their family are understanding. It's your turn for the better that things have turned around. I didn't do anything."

Did you really not do anything?

Zhai Yuhan didn't think so. Her hands and feet were still very cold, a sign that tension and excitement caused the peripheral capillaries to constrict.

She looked at Ji Xiang with a slight daze; his white clothes seemed to reflect sunlight, radiating a soft and warm light.

The light wasn't blinding, and Zhai Yuhan gradually accepted a certain fact.

"Let's go." Zhai Yuhan didn't stand on ceremony and asked as they walked, "What are the production team's arrangements?"

"I don't know yet," Ji Xiang replied. "Yesterday they asked me what my opinion was, but I'm not a professional, so what opinion could I possibly have?"

"Dr. Xiao Ji, if you stay at our hospital, which department would you like to work in? Interventional radiology?" Zhai Yuhan asked.

"I'm not staying," Ji Xiang said firmly. "I'll go back as soon as the show is finished filming."

"!!!" Zhai Yuhan could sense the determination in Ji Xiang's words, and she was stunned for a moment.

Being a doctor is a profession that heavily relies on the platform; the higher the platform, the greater the achievements.

Putting aside achievements, in terms of making a living, the income of a high-level tertiary hospital is definitely more than that of a prefecture-level tertiary hospital.

Although the hospital where Ji Xiang works is also good, its ranking is inferior to that of the First Affiliated Hospital of Hangzhou.

What a strange little guy. Zhai Yuhan returned to her office in silence.

……

……

Director Yang hurriedly contacted the thoracic surgery department and took the patient to complete the admission procedures.

The patient is a 16-year-old female, the daughter of Director Yang's childhood friend.

She has a bad habit of always chewing on something while studying.

Her family disciplined her for a long time before she stopped biting her pen, but coincidentally there were staples on the table, so she started studying while biting the staples.

A staple was accidentally sucked into the airway.

At first, the young patient didn't notice anything, but two days later, he developed a low-grade fever accompanied by mild difficulty breathing. An X-ray at the hospital revealed that a staple was located in the right bronchus, and the family panicked.

The local hospital attempted to remove the foreign object using a bronchoscope but failed, and the procedure also caused right-sided tension pneumothorax, requiring closed chest drainage as treatment.

The staples were too small to be easily removed, and the local hospital recommended open-chest surgery. However, open-chest surgery involves high risks, and the family panicked upon hearing this. They brought the young patient and his IV drip to see Director Yang.

After sending the patient to the thoracic surgery department, Director Yang frowned as he looked at the X-rays taken locally.

"Old Yang, how is it?" the patient's father asked anxiously.

"Not good." Director Yang found it quite troublesome; he frowned deeply. "You!"

The patient's father lowered his head in shame, tears streaming down his face.

"Don't pee on me, it's useless," Director Yang scolded.

Because they were childhood friends, he spoke casually.

This illness is neither too serious nor too minor.

It's common to get a fishbone stuck in your throat while eating fish, but some people have had a fishbone stuck in their aorta, causing it to rupture and killing them instantly.

What we are seeing now is a low-probability event.

The staple is stuck deep inside the right main bronchus, causing tension pneumothorax.

Director Yang felt that the best solution was open-chest surgery.

Thoracoscopic surgery is probably not an option.

"Get ready to open the chest," Director Yang said. "I'll go with you, don't worry."

"Old Yang, can we avoid open-chest surgery?" the patient's father asked, sobbing.

"How can we remove it without opening the chest? Didn't we try it at the hospital back home? It was stuck too tightly, causing tension pneumothorax," Director Yang said irritably.

"If we don't open the chest..." Chief Zhang of the thoracic surgery department hesitated for a moment, "Chief Yang, it's not impossible. I'm guessing the bronchoscopy was done in the respiratory department of the local hospital, right?"

He said the first half of his sentence to Director Yang, but the second half was to the patient's father.

The patient's father nodded, his eyes filled with renewed hope.

"Just because the bronchoscopy can't be retrieved doesn't mean it's impossible. Let's try; I don't want to open it myself," said Director Zhang of the Thoracic Surgery Department. "Let's find Director Li from the Interventional Radiology Department. If it's feasible, the patient won't suffer any side effects, which will save us trouble. If the right main bronchus can be left undisturbed, try not to move it."

(End of this chapter)