Healing Doctor

Chapter 515 The Fan Who Feigned Illness

Zhai Yuhan looked up and saw two girls, both under 20 years old, standing at the door, one of them clutching her stomach.

"Get to work!" Zhai Yuhan stood up briskly, walked to the patient, and waved. "Come on, let's change the pharmacy paper."

Ji Xiang immediately followed Zhai Yuhan out of the doctor's office. Zhao Zhe followed beside Ji Xiang, looking the patient and the patient's family up and down, and carefully nudged Ji Xiang with his elbow.

He didn't speak, and it seemed that the gesture of nudging Ji Xiang with his elbow was unintentional, but when Ji Xiang felt Zhao Zhe's elbow touch him, he raised his eyebrows to indicate that he knew.

The subtle interaction between the two went unnoticed by Zhai Yuhan in front and Zhao Mengmeng behind.

Zhao Mengmeng and the other two only stood up after their figures had almost disappeared, completely unaware of what had happened.

Upon arriving at the dressing room, Zhai Yuhan had the patient face left, and stood to the patient's right. While rubbing her hands together, she asked, "Let me see the emergency room test results."

"Doctor, we didn't go to the emergency room," a young woman said.

Zhai Yuhan frowned and glanced at the patient's family.

They are probably not sisters, but rather colleagues, classmates, or best friends.

"My stomach hurts terribly. I've had cholecystitis before, so I came straight here." The patient, clutching his stomach, lay in front of Zhai Yuhan, recounting his illness while groaning in pain.

Zhai Yuhan was also somewhat helpless. She rubbed her hands together to warm them, then had the patient bend his knees up before beginning the physical examination.

The patient's symptoms were quite typical, with significant tenderness at Murphy's point in the gallbladder, accompanied by rebound tenderness, but no muscle tension.

"Let's do an ultrasound." Zhai Yuhan patted the patient's shoulder. "Get up."

"Can I be admitted to the hospital right away?" the patient asked Zhai Yuhan pleadingly. "Just some anti-inflammatory medication will do."

"There must be indications for admission. Our hospital beds are very tight. If you only need antibiotics, you can go to the outpatient or emergency department." Zhai Yuhan turned to wash her hands.

"Doctor, I might need surgery. Why don't you admit me to the hospital and have my gallbladder removed?" the patient said to Zhai Yuhan, propping himself up on his arm.

"That's surgery, don't rush. Besides, gallbladder removal is a minor surgery, but it still has an impact on the body," Ji Xiang smiled.

"Dr. Ji, is that you?!" The patient's eyes sparkled when he heard Ji Xiang speak to him. "I saw you on the show, you're so handsome! You're even more handsome in person than on TV!"

"Please lie down, I need to examine your genitals."

Without saying a word, the patient lay down again.

Zhao Zhe frowned slightly, recalling the joke about his uncle giving him a medical check-up.

"Which episode did you start watching?" Ji Xiang asked with a smile, rubbing his hands together.

"My classmate told me about it during the second phase. Dr. Ji, is it true that you got a perfect score and ranked first in the country on the medical licensing exam? First in the country, and a perfect score, that's amazing!" the patient asked excitedly.

"Really, the main problem is that our medical licensing exam isn't difficult; it can't compare to the college entrance exam." Ji Xiang rubbed his hands together to warm them and pressed them against the patient's mid-abdomen. "Does it hurt here?"

"Uh..." the patient hesitated for a moment, "It doesn't hurt, but it hurts a little when it's pulled here."

She reached out and grabbed Ji Xiang's hand. After Ji Xiang moved away without changing his expression, she placed her hand on her gallbladder area.

"Which episode is your favorite?" Ji Xiang casually asked, moving his hand away without making a sound.

"I love the scene where a terminally ill cancer patient comes to the hospital, and the head doctor says there's no cure and tells him to go home, but you still insist. You lean forward, hands on the table, so cool! So manly!"

"Does it hurt here?" Ji Xiang pressed his hand on the patient's upper left abdomen.

"It doesn't hurt."

"That's because interventional surgery isn't being promoted well, and many patients don't know about it." Ji Xiang's hand roamed over the patient's abdomen, pressing on it occasionally, while he chatted with the patient.

He only asked twice if it hurt.

"But back then you clenched your fists, propped them up in front of you, and leaned forward. That was amazing!" the patient repeated.

She was so excited that she forgot what she had said earlier.

"Yes, all my classmates try to imitate your move, but none of them can do it right," another girl said.

"Dr. Xiao Ji, my classmates all say that with just this one move, you could become the best new star this year."

"It even trended on Weibo, but it was taken down very quickly. I think it was Director Mian who did it. They just can't stand to see you doing well! Why should they take down a perfectly good trending topic?!"

The two talked back and forth like they were performing a comedy routine.

"There's a trending topic? I didn't even know that."

"It only lasted for less than an hour, and then it plummeted. The highest it ever climbed to was a sketch by an artist, the one that just described you—it exuded a powerful aura, so cool!"

"Alright, get up." Ji Xiang removed his hand from the patient's stomach and said with a smile, "Even if you came, you probably wouldn't get on the show. Did you see that girl with the foreign object in her trachea on TV and that's what got you thinking?"

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"..."

The two girls stared at Ji Xiang as if they had seen a ghost.

"Dr. Ji, I'm not faking it, I'm really in pain," the patient said, lying on the examination bed.

"We are doctors; we don't perform surgery on healthy people. What book are you reading?"

"Surgery".

The girl next to him blurted out something, immediately covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes darting around.

"When we were talking, I pressed on your gallbladder area, but you were so focused on the trending topics that you didn't notice. I pressed a little harder, and there was no tenderness, so it's not cholecystitis." Ji Xiang turned around and pressed his hand sanitizer to disinfect his hands. "Get up."

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The two girls stared at each other, their faces full of resentment.

"Here's an address, and I'll get you a signed photo of Mao Mao, okay?" Ji Xiang asked, as if coaxing a child.

"good!"

"I also want your autographed photo."

Ji Xiang frowned slightly. "I'm a doctor. There's no point in asking for my autographed photo."

"Dr. Ji, you're definitely going to be a star!"

"Yes, it will be too late if we're late."

"No." After disinfecting his hands, Ji Xiang subconsciously reached down to his buttocks and wiped them on his white coat.

Zhai Yuhan just shook her head.

"Hehe, this is a habit of Dr. Meng from the emergency department. I picked it up without even realizing it." Ji Xiang was a little embarrassed. His eyes were filled with the two dark marks on Meng Qingfei's white coat buttocks.

After much persuasion, the two girls were finally sent away. Before leaving, they stopped pretending and, after confirming that they wanted autographed photos of Mao Mao and Ji Xiang, disappeared with a lively and energetic demeanor.

Zhai Yuhan asked helplessly, "Dr. Xiao Ji, how did you figure that out?"

"Brother Zhao told me."

Zhao Zhe shrugged, indicating his helplessness.

He knew that Ji Xiang didn't want to argue with Zhai Yuhan, so he shifted the blame onto himself.

At the time, he hinted to Ji Xiang, but Ji Xiang said he already knew.

(End of this chapter)