Healing Doctor

Chapter 541 Unexpected Events

"That's outrageous!" Director Fan's assistant chimed in.

"Sigh." Director Fan sighed, unsure of what to say.

Director Fan had some understanding of the patient's condition, and it was excellent material. However, what he saw as good material became something else entirely in the doctor's eyes—a forbidden zone that could not be crossed even slightly.

Both Director Yang and Ji Xiang vehemently rejected Director Fan's idea and refused to cooperate.

"These guys have OCD," Director Fan thought to himself.

"Teacher, what should we do next? The other day, Director Lu said we should get closer to clinical practice and look for opportunities. We've been following Ji Xiang around like a pro, but we can't use a good case study."

"Keep following them, keep the film crew on standby, and have every intern... especially Dr. Ji Xiang, stay by his side in three shifts. I refuse to believe there won't be suitable content."

Director Fan made a tough decision.

Whether it works or not depends on fate.

"But time..." Director Fan's assistant reminded him.

This remark drew a fierce glare from Director Fan.

Everyone knows that time is limited, and no one can guarantee that they can collect suitable materials within a limited time.

It's not enough to just have suitable materials; you also need the consent of the doctor, the patient, and the patient's family.

The thought of this gave Director Fan a splitting headache.

Originally planned as 1-2 episodes per week, it now seems impossible to achieve that. At least the most recent episode will be rescheduled, making it impossible to maintain quality while simultaneously producing a high volume of content.

It's a pity that they have such high popularity.

The website is also pressing them hard, reportedly because of this variety show, their membership has increased slightly.

Director Fan put aside his troubled thoughts and made a tough decision to arrange for someone to follow Ji Xiang.

He refused to believe that he couldn't find any material.

Two days have passed, and Ji Xiang has been writing medical records and seeing patients in the department, behaving like a standard intern.

The other interns cooperated and recorded some materials, but Director Fan was not satisfied at all.

The atmosphere has already been built up to a certain point, so at most one episode of blandness is allowed, and I only have one episode to catch my breath.

That's still the maximum. Director Fan doesn't want to see his painstakingly developed program, which has clearly reached a national level, fall due to various factors.

Ideally, every episode should be captivating.

But the life of a normal doctor is extremely monotonous and boring, and none of the dramatic events that Director Fan imagined ever happened.

Ji Xiang, however, found this tedious work enjoyable. He happily worked every day, writing medical records and going on stage as an assistant, showing no awareness whatsoever of being a pillar of a national-level program.

Because Ji Xiang seemed clueless, Director Fan spoke to him twice, but was met with a cold shoulder; Ji Xiang simply ignored him.

Director Fan pulled out strands of hair from his head in distress.

The show has already been rescheduled once, from two episodes a week to one episode a week, but the extended time only caused strong dissatisfaction among the show's viewers, but did not give Director Fan any good ideas.

He looked as if he had aged decades overnight due to his worry.

He had dreamed of creating a nationally popular reality show his whole life, but just when he had one foot in the door, he got stuck here.

Director Fan was unwilling, but there was nothing he could do about it.

During the day, Director Fan followed Ji Xiang, not letting any possible material slip by.

but!

The dull and boring life really doesn't provide any material. Although Director Fan knows that this is the nature of life and the nature of the medical industry, he is still very unhappy.

My back and waist have been aching from standing for the past few days. To paraphrase a joke by Ji Xiang, I'm afraid I might have varicose veins from standing all the time.

Director Fan stood outside the ward gate, trying to put on a smile.

"Dr. Ji, where are you going?" Director Fan called out.

He couldn't understand why Ji Xiang would be so content with this mundane life.

In Director Fan's world, young people are interested in luxury cars and beautiful women, and in fine clothes and spirited horses. Who would want to be a slave to them?

"Accompanying Director Yang on her outpatient rounds." Ji Xiang smiled. "Director Fan, you still haven't decided what to film? Keep up the good work!"

"..." Director Fan felt that Ji Xiang was talking about himself.

Ji Xiang should have been very distressed, but he deliberately acted as if it had nothing to do with him.

Damn it!

Director Fan cursed inwardly, but his face was full of enthusiastic smiles. "Not yet. Perfect, I'll go with you to the clinic."

"That's how doctors are; they mostly treat minor ailments. My roommate from the dorm went back to his hometown after graduation, and all he knew was how to perform closed thoracic drainage, yet he was able to get a job at their town hospital."

Director Fan didn't know what closed thoracic drainage was, nor did he want to know.

"Director Fan, you are truly a great director, so dedicated and conscientious," Ji Xiang said to Director Fan as they walked. "My dad spends every day in front of the computer, working day and night. I find it incredibly boring, but he says he enjoys it."

"Hehe." Director Fan gave a dry laugh.

I'm so worried that I'm pulling out strands of hair, I can't appreciate the joy in it at all.

"Director Fan, don't worry." Ji Xiang followed behind Director Yang, trying to comfort Director Fan as they walked.

"A few years ago, when I was still in school, there was a saying online: 'Why should the efforts of three generations be less than your ten years of hard study?' I didn't understand it at the time, so I asked my dad. He was very serious that time, and he talked to me for a long time while drinking."

"Oh? What did your dad say?" Director Fan asked, seemingly bored.

My conversation with Ji Xiang definitely can't be edited into the show.

"My dad said a lot, and I won't go into the various arguments, but what applies to your situation is that everyone needs good fortune. To remain prosperous for three generations requires great luck."

Ten years of hard study, if aided by good fortune, may not be less effective than the efforts of three generations. Therefore, fate can be truly wondrous.

"Our program is the same way. As far as I know, it was probably created by Feng Yuqing messing around and causing trouble."

Director Fan gave Ji Xiang a deep look.

Ji Xiang had no respect for Feng Yuqing at all; his tone when commenting on Feng Yuqing was like an adult talking about their own good-for-nothing child.

"However, our program has released several episodes, and the results have been quite good. To be honest, we had the cooperation of Director Li from the Interventional Radiology Department in these episodes. He wanted to promote interventional surgery, which is also what I wanted to do. There was also an element of luck involved; we came across a few cases that were suitable for the program."

"So let's not rush."

Director Fan sighed. It's easy to say, but there's no rush. He wasn't in a hurry either. Taking his time, he wanted to slowly build a nationally popular show and achieve legendary status in the industry—that would be perfect.

But the schedule is fixed, and I've been so anxious lately that I haven't been able to sleep well night after night.

Ji Xiang is talking nonsense without understanding the situation.

As they spoke, the group entered the outpatient building. The first thing they saw was the hospital's security guards maintaining order, and countless people looking up at them.

Director Fan looked up following the gazes of the others and was immediately stunned.

A figure appeared outside the fence of a very tall building, only to encounter a sudden incident where someone was about to jump off the building.

(End of this chapter)