Healing Doctor

Chapter 521 Why Study Medicine?

"Xiao Ji, where did you hear about this?" Director Yang asked.

"It was told by an elderly teacher; it's all old, trivial stuff." Ji Xiang gave the system NPC a new title.

"Tsk tsk, impressive," the head of gastrointestinal surgery murmured again.

He glanced at the time; the intraoperative freezing would take about 15 minutes, so there were still 10 minutes left.

Since they had nothing better to do, the head of the gastrointestinal surgery department said, "Dr. Ji, I heard that a few months ago, Mr. Qin Chu from Shanghai wanted to recruit you as his last apprentice, but you refused? It was quite unpleasant at the time?"

"Yes." Ji Xiang gave him a calm and affirmative answer.

"I'm not an interventional surgeon, so I don't know," said the head of gastrointestinal surgery. "Director Li... never mind that, I have a question for you."

"Teacher, please tell me."

"My son was addicted to online novels a few years ago, and I read some too to try and bridge the generation gap. Do you know what 'crossing the heavenly tribulation' is?"

"Zhang Sanfeng's description of the inner alchemy says that when you reach a certain stage of cultivation, you will see terrifying ghosts and hear ghosts howling. At this time, you must firmly hold on to your heart and believe that everything is an illusion. It will take a long time."

"..." The head of gastrointestinal surgery was taken aback. He originally wanted to advise Ji Xiang, but he did not expect that the question he raised would be twisted in another direction by Ji Xiang.

"There are very few mentions of heavenly tribulations in Chinese mythology. In Journey to the West, Sun Wukong's cultivation of the Great Celestial Immortal Technique seems to be described as an extraordinary path that seizes the essence of heaven and earth and invades the mysteries of the sun and moon. Its cultivation speed and power are too terrifying, which makes it the object of jealousy from heaven, earth, ghosts, and gods. Therefore, there is the 'Three Calamities' that occur once every five hundred years."

The head of gastrointestinal surgery sighed.

They were the top scorer in the country with a perfect score, so compared to them, I was nothing. Even in the nonsense on the operating table, I was instantly outmatched.

For a moment, the head of the gastrointestinal surgery department didn't know what to say next.

The metaphor of heavenly tribulation has already led Ji Xiang to another level, making it difficult for him to keep up with Ji Xiang's train of thought.

"Teacher, I understand what you mean." Ji Xiang narrowed his eyes. "You mean that even monsters like Dapeng who have killed countless people were eventually captured, while lesser monsters without any background all died."

"Sigh." The head of gastrointestinal surgery sighed.

If I were to say these words myself, they would lead to many stories, all based on my own experiences over the years. Telling them to future generations might be of some help to him.

But when Ji Xiang said what he wanted to say, it took on a different meaning.

I feel so helpless.

"My feeling is..." Ji Xiang hesitated for a moment, "A few years ago during the major epidemic, there was a popular science post on the Xinglinyuan Forum that told ordinary people how to prepare medicine and how to avoid spending a lot of money to buy marketing drugs."

"They weren't discriminating against traditional Chinese medicine. I was young then, and I saw that the medicine kits that Xinglinyuan prepared for its employees included Huoxiang Zhengqi Water."

"To get back to the point, one of the comments on the post was from a medical student who said, 'Stop posting things like this. As medical students, we can buy medicines that others don't know about at pharmacies. But because of your promotion, we can't get any of those.'"

The head of the gastrointestinal surgery department paused for a moment. Ji Xiang's words were rather long, but extremely sharp. Moreover, although the major epidemic of the past few years had passed, the scars left behind were difficult to erase in a short period of time.

"At the time, the account that posted on Xinglinyuan received a reply—'Then why did you study medicine?'"

"To support my family, of course." Ji Xiang answered himself. "On my first day of residency training at the Second Affiliated Hospital, Professor Wang told me that being a doctor is a profession with extremely high standards. Everything has its advantages and disadvantages, but let's not talk about that. That day, when I was in Shanghai, I thought of this post."

"Studying medicine, that's why."

For what...?

These three words echoed in the hearts of everyone in the operating room like the morning bell and evening drum.

"Boss Qin wanted to take me on as his last disciple, and I was very grateful, but we have different paths," Ji Xiang said. "So, I didn't go. As for the future, who knows?"

The head of gastrointestinal surgery sighed again.

Although Ji Xiang is young, his values ​​are rock hard. If you threw him out, he could knock a dog over. I wonder who taught him that.

Ring ring ring~~~

The landline outside the operating room rang.

The circulating nurse glanced at the time, then sprang to her feet as if springy, and scurried off to answer the phone.

The air in the operating room suddenly became tense.

The results of intraoperative frozen section analysis determine the next steps in the surgery.

If the pathology report indicates malignancy, then the examination will proceed organ by organ, one by one. However, neither the head of the gastrointestinal surgery department nor Director Yang knew exactly which organs to examine.

"Glassy transformation!"

The circulating nurse shouted from outside.

The roar came in, and the air in the operating room instantly loosened. Director Yang squinted, and it seemed that a smile was about to appear under his mask.

"handsome!"

The assistant opposite the head of gastrointestinal surgery excitedly raised his hand and patted his chest.

It made a banging sound.

Because it was a sterile area, the head of gastrointestinal surgery didn't say anything, and he was very happy.

The intraoperative frozen section showed a benign result, which made everyone very happy.

"Warm saline solution," the head of the gastrointestinal surgery department said cheerfully.

He rinsed and explored the wound, and although there was almost no damage, he still followed the prescribed surgical procedures step by step.

Ten minutes later, after the last stitch was put in, the head of the gastrointestinal surgery department turned and left the stage.

"Dr. Ji, you're amazing!" the head of the gastrointestinal surgery department said sincerely.

"Teacher, this case..."

Ji Xiang hesitated for a moment.

"What's wrong?" the head of gastrointestinal surgery asked.

"It's rare to see this, but I'd like to write a paper. You're the first author, and one of the doctors in my research group. What do you think?"

"What are you talking about?" the head of gastrointestinal surgery said unhappily. "I'll be the corresponding author, you can write whatever you want. You'll definitely be the first author of the article you write, the rest is up to you to decide."

"I feel really embarrassed."

"Wow, our department publishes at least 20 articles in Chinese journals every year," the head of gastrointestinal surgery said proudly. "Dr. Ji, do you want me to help you find reviewers? I know them all."

"I'd like to publish this rare disease in The New England Journal of Medicine," Ji Xiang said. "The Lancet isn't interested in case reports, but The New England Journal of Medicine publishes similar articles very often."

"..."

"..."

The head of the gastrointestinal surgery department, Director Yang, and the professors from Guantai were all stunned.

The New England Journal of Medicine? It's on par with The Lancet, a world-class academic journal.

Ji Xiang has quite the wild ambition; are state-owned periodicals and magazines no longer enough for him?

"Dr. Ji, it seems very difficult," the head of the gastrointestinal surgery department said frankly. "You might not be able to publish a single paper in your entire life."

Ji Xiang smiled without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)