Healing Doctor

Chapter 520 Gossip While Waiting for the Freezing Technique

Director Fan stood silently at the entrance to the fire escape, staring blankly at the operating room door.

It's infuriating! Why can't these doctors cooperate?

You don't need much; just have the surgeon tell the patient's family, and I estimate that 90% of patients and their families will cooperate with the recording.

But them!

They were all guarding against me as if I were a thief.

"Director Fan, are you busy?"

Just as Director Fan was spying on everyone at the operating room door, trying to read their inner thoughts from their micro-expressions and see if he could have a chance to do something, Zhao Zhe's voice came.

"Dr. Zhao? Why didn't you go into surgery?" Director Fan asked in surprise.

"Xiao Ji asked me to keep you company for a while," Zhao Zhe said with a smile.

Ji Xiang!

Director Fan was taken aback.

The phrase "chat session" is quite intriguing. Would Ji Xiang be so kind as to worry about him being lonely?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

"The patient's condition is very rare, but it's not very significant. There have only been a dozen or so cases in the medical field over the years, wouldn't you say?" Zhao Zhe said with a smile.

Meaning? Ji Xiang actually talked to him about meaning, and Director Fan felt a little upset.

Was Ji Xiang about to give him some grand, nonsensical narrative?

All I want is for the next episode to have content that everyone likes to watch, so that the ratings and the number of people watching online at the same time can climb higher and higher.

Although that's what he was thinking, Director Fan still smiled and said, "Dr. Ji Xiang is very kind. Dr. Zhao, how did the surgery go?"

"The pathology test should be done soon. Just wait and see. Soon, the operating room nurses will be wearing sterile gowns and shoe covers, taking the pathology specimens to the pathology department."

"Oh?"

Director Fan had no idea about the surgical procedure, but he suddenly perked up and started chatting with Zhao Zhe.

"Let me put it this way, the surgery is very simple." Seeing that Director Fan was interested, Zhao Zhe started talking and gestured to explain to Director Fan how the surgery was performed.

"Make a midline abdominal incision or a lateral incision beside the rectus abdominis muscle, about 10cm long, and then insert your hand inside."

"Put it in?"

"Because the tumor is smooth and movable, we can just reach in and remove it completely," Zhao Zhe said. "At this point, we can cover the surgical incision with warm saline gauze and then everyone can chat."

chat……

In Director Fan's imagination, surgeries are always tense, serious, and meticulous. If these doctors chat while performing surgery, do they even have any medical ethics?

"Let's wait for the intraoperative frozen section results. What's the point of us just staring at each other if we're not going to chat?" Zhao Zhe said, somewhat helplessly.

What is intraoperative freezing?

"Yes……"

Zhao Zhe began explaining the difference between major pathology and intraoperative frozen section to Director Fan. Just then, a nurse wearing a sterile gown and shoe covers, carrying a red bucket, hurriedly walked out of the operating room.

……

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In the operating room, the head of gastrointestinal surgery placed his large hand on the warm saline gauze covering the incision. Just as Zhao Zhe had said, everyone was chatting and waiting for the intraoperative frozen section.

The tumor had been removed, and he personally cut it in half to examine the tissue structure with the naked eye, which initially proved that Ji Xiang's judgment, or rather, his diagnosis, was correct.

"My neighbor across the hall is a young man. Kids downstairs often steal takeout food. Once, he ordered something extra spicy and deliberately left it at his door."

"This joke is too old. I remember seeing similar news many years ago," Director Yang said dismissively from the audience.

"I suspect that young man had seen similar news reports, which is why he did it. After all, anyone would be very unhappy if their takeout kept getting stolen," said the head of the gastrointestinal surgery department. "Guess what happened in the end?"

"What else can we do? It's a complete mess," Director Yang said.

"The kid who stole things was sent to the hospital, hahaha, actually I'm quite happy about it. Although it's a bit unethical, I still can't help but laugh."

"It's best not to do that."

Suddenly, Ji Xiang interrupted.

The head of gastrointestinal surgery curled his lip, saying that a saintly heart is the worst thing to have.

I never expected that Ji Xiang would also be someone with an overflowing saintly heart.

It's understandable, given his youth. The head of the gastrointestinal surgery department shifted his mask slightly, but didn't refute Ji Xiang.

"A few years ago, there was a case in our medical field that I don't know if any of you have heard of."

"Case studies?"

"What is it?"

Several directors asked.

"An old traditional Chinese medicine doctor was drying aconite root on his balcony. It's a medicine for treating rheumatism; it's the dried tuberous root of Aconitum carmichaelii, a plant in the Ranunculaceae family. Aconite root is mainly used externally; it's highly poisonous when taken internally."

"He used to dry things like ginseng and geckos, and there was always a drunkard who would steal them. The old Chinese medicine doctor didn't know what to do. He couldn't beat him in a fight, and calling the police was useless. Besides, there were neighbors in the neighborhood, so it wasn't good to make too much of a scene."

"Later, the drunkard stole some aconite to make wine, drank it a few months later, and then died of poisoning."

"!!!"

"!!!"

If someone dies, this is going to be a serious matter. Everyone in the operating room became serious, and their gazes towards Ji Xiang became more solemn.

"His family directly sued the old Chinese medicine doctor, saying that his medicine was stolen and he died, and that they wanted compensation and imprisonment."

"Wow, I can't believe something like this happens all the time."

"This is so unreasonable! Not only did they steal it, but they're also suing the victim."

"It seems that since the Nanjing incident, the rate of moral decline has been accelerating."

The people in the operating room were all talking about it.

"And then, Xiao Ji?" Director Yang asked.

"The traditional Chinese medicine doctor was sentenced to two years and nine months in prison and ordered to pay 283,000 yuan in compensation."

"!!!"

The crowd was furious.

Although they have accepted the premise that whoever makes trouble benefits, this matter is still too unbelievable.

"Later, during the second trial, a teacher the old Chinese medicine doctor knew helped him find a reliable lawyer, and they almost appealed all the way to the Supreme People's Procuratorate. It's inappropriate for someone to come back and say you were sentenced to three years for negligence after your own things were stolen."

"The lawyer in the second trial was very skilled, sticking to one point—the drunkard's family could not prove that the stolen medicine came from the old traditional Chinese medicine doctor. In the end, the judge suggested, out of humanitarian considerations, that compensation be 4 yuan."

"But the lawyers wouldn't allow it; the word 'compensation' couldn't be used."

"The entire lawsuit lasted for nearly a year, and in the end, the defendant was acquitted and did not have to pay any compensation."

"Impressive," the head of the gastrointestinal surgery department said softly.

Director Yang knew that the "powerful" person he was referring to wasn't necessarily the lawyer in the second instance, but rather Ji Xiang.

Chatting in the operating room and driving are the most common topics. Who doesn't like erotic pictures when browsing the internet?

Similarly, who wouldn't want to tell a few dirty jokes when they have free time?

It can kill time and relieve fatigue. If you come across a good joke, the time flies by when everyone starts chatting.

But Ji Xiang did not. He followed the words of the head of gastrointestinal surgery and told a piece of gossip, which was much better than dirty jokes.

(End of this chapter)