Healing Doctor

Chapter 540 He knows everything, but he just won't say it.

"Maybe it's because it's too cold in winter, we Northeasterners generally don't like to think too much about things." Ji Xiang chuckled. "But speaking of strange things, I encountered one during my internship."

"She was a pregnant woman who came for a prenatal checkup. The fetal heartbeat was abnormal, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, without any regularity. Her family was crying uncontrollably, and my colleagues and I were at a loss," Ji Xiang said. "After observing for about three days, the fetal heartbeat remained abnormal and irregular. When it was good, it meant the fetus was very healthy, but when it wasn't... my colleagues felt that the pregnancy should be terminated."

"Has it changed that much?" Zhai Yuhan asked in confusion.

"Yes, Professor Zhai. We did all the necessary tests, but they couldn't find the cause. In the end, we could only schedule a 4D ultrasound and have the most skilled technician in our affiliated hospital do it."

"It was eventually discovered that the fetus was gripping its own umbilical cord, and the strain caused insufficient blood supply, causing the fetus to faint. When it fainted, it loosened its grip, the blood supply returned, and it woke up and continued to grip the umbilical cord."

"...The child is so naughty!" Zhai Yuhan exclaimed in surprise.

"My teacher said this situation is quite rare and very scary, mainly because no reason or cause can be found."

During the casual conversation, the surgery ended, and Director Yang finished his work, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Ji Xiang didn't turn around and leave. Instead, he helped Zhai Yuhan lift the patient onto a stretcher and send him to the intensive care unit for 24-48 hours.

Only if there is no severe infection or toxic shock after the surgery.

"Ah!" Mr. Miao suddenly exclaimed and turned to run away.

"Little seedling, where are you going?" Director Yang asked.

"The medical record hasn't been written yet," Mr. Miao said hurriedly. "Director Pan of the ICU isn't going to tolerate me."

"Teacher Miao, I just finished writing it. Could you please take a look and see if there are any problems? I'll revise it when I get back," Ji Xiang said.

"ah?!"

"It was while you were taking patients into surgery that I was chatting with Professor Kong, and I wrote this down as we talked," Ji Xiang explained.

Mr. Miao paused for a moment, then picked up the medical record in front of the anesthesiologist.

When I was in surgery, there were only a few sheets of paper. Now, the medical records are a thick stack, which at least looks much more professional.

After quickly flipping through the document, Mr. Miao was relieved to find that everything he needed was there.

As for whether it's well-written or not, you can revise it and reprint it yourself.

General Manager Miao breathed a sigh of relief. "Ji Xiang is really meticulous and considerate in his work."

But Ji Xiang wasn't greedy for credit at all; it seemed like it was only natural for him to take the time to improve the medical records.

After he finished explaining, he, along with Zhai Yuhan, the anesthesiologist, and the nurses, pushed the patient off the stage to the intensive care unit.

After hesitating for a while, Mr. Miao changed his clothes but did not return to the ward. Instead, he followed the group to the entrance of the intensive care unit.

In the past, the entrance to the intensive care unit was usually filled with worried family members of patients, but today there was a film crew, who stood out like donkeys mixed in with a flock of sheep.

Mr. Miao hasn't been admitted to the intensive care unit yet; he should be out soon.

His estimate was correct. About three minutes later, Ji Xiang, wearing a white coat and shoe covers, walked out of the intensive care unit.

Director Fan went straight up to him and enthusiastically pulled Ji Xiang aside to talk to him.

General Manager Miao carefully observed Director Fan's every move.

For ordinary people, the film and television industry is a place of popularity, and Director Fan is considered a big shot behind the scenes in the film and television industry, representing unlimited possibilities.

Every young person dreams of flowers, applause, and fans. If Director Fan takes a liking to him, none of these things will be a problem; Mr. Miao also has some aspirations for these things.

However, Ji Xiang is an exception.

Director Fan's expression was very friendly. He pulled Ji Xiang aside as if asking him something, but although Ji Xiang was smiling, President Miao could read the indifference and perfunctoriness in his smile.

It was a professional smile, like the smile you wear when you're seeing patients. It was a mask, a rigid mask.

Director Fan became increasingly anxious as he spoke, but Ji Xiang didn't care at all. The smile on his face remained unchanged, like a sterile mask.

Then, Director Fan seemed to be pleading. He put his hands together and tapped Ji Xiang twice. Ji Xiang moved aside slightly, bent down, and whispered to Director Fan.

Mr. Miao didn't understand Ji Xiang at all.

No matter who it is, being able to appear on a variety show can be a meteoric rise to fame, which is much better than being a slave in a hospital.

The medical system is like a chamber pot; when you need it, you bring it out and spout a bunch of disgusting platitudes about high medical ethics and saving lives. But when you don't need it anymore, it becomes a social phenomenon of heartless hospitals, corrupt doctors, and people who take your money but won't save your life.

Like Mao Mao in the variety show, she participated in the audition after working as a nurse for less than a year and landed a job in one step.

Like that actress, she also worked hard in the entertainment industry while she was young, and she never abandoned her friends despite having no background and being bullied.

I almost got thrown into the water and soaked while attending a wedding banquet, and I even had to apologize in the end!

Even so, anyone who has worked as a nurse knows that the treatment in a hospital is only a hundred times worse.

"It would be best if I didn't have to be a doctor," Miao thought to himself. "Ji Xiang must have something wrong with his head."

A few minutes later, Director Fan's expression changed repeatedly, sometimes with threats and inducements, sometimes with desperate pleas, but Ji Xiang remained unmoved, still wearing that mask.

Mr. Miao looked somewhat dazed.

This is much harder than writing a top-tier SCI paper.

Soon, Ji Xiang bowed slightly, bid farewell to Director Fan, and strode over.

"Dr. Xiao Ji!" President Miao raised his hand and called out.

"Teacher Miao, you're here."

"I've come to see you to thank you for helping me with my medical records."

"It's nothing, you're too kind," Ji Xiang said with a smile.

"What was Director Fan saying to you?" President Miao glanced at Director Fan, who stood there in a daze, frowning in deep thought.

"Director Fan wants to interview the patient's family, but this patient is not suitable; he's still in critical condition, so we can't interview him," Ji Xiang said. "They want to film everything, they want everything on TV. What kind of place is a hospital? How can we let them do whatever they want? Don't you think so?"

"Of course, if everyone is happy, then an interview isn't a big deal. Even if the patient or their family isn't keen, they'll agree because of the doctor's request. But this patient just had surgery, and it's uncertain whether they've had an infection or are in toxic shock, yet they still want to do an interview."

"Director Fan even asked me if I had any other opinions. Tell me, what do I have any ideas?" Ji Xiang grinned, revealing his white teeth. He took off his mask, revealing his sincerity.

"Come on, let's ignore them and go to my duty room for a chat," General Manager Miao said, pulling Ji Xiang along. "Dr. Ji Xiang, how did you diagnose this patient just now?"

"Take a medical history."

As Ji Xiang and General Manager Miao chatted, they walked further and further away, leaving Director Fan and the film crew looking distressed.

"Doctor, Dr. Ji Xiang didn't agree?"

Director Fan gritted his teeth, his face filled with bitterness and resentment.

"He didn't say anything, but I knew in my heart that he had his own thoughts. How despicable, how utterly despicable!"

(End of this chapter)