Healing Doctor

Chapter 554: Starting with Hell-Level Difficulty

"Teacher, is the patient in the next bed also considered to empathize?" Ji Xiang asked.

The system NPC said, "Of course it counts. Seeing other people's successes or failures and learning from their experiences and lessons to avoid making the same mistakes is also a very strong ability."

"This is easy!" Ji Xiang happily selected the patient in the next bed.

"Is it easy?"

The voice of the system NPC could be faintly heard, and with flashing lights and shadows, Ji Xiang appeared in a hospital room.

He was already used to experiencing the world firsthand and familiarized himself with his own information immediately.

I am a 40-year-old male. I was hospitalized for severe abdominal pain after overeating and drinking heavily several times.

Ji Xiang estimated that "he" had acute pancreatitis, a very dangerous disease.

The hospital I'm currently in is a top-tier tertiary hospital in a prefecture-level city, specializing in general surgery. This department doesn't differentiate between hepatobiliary, pancreatic, and gastrointestinal surgery; it's still the general surgery department before the specialization.

There were three patients in the ward. Ji Xiang was in the middle, and the patient on the left by the window was a 76-year-old patient, the one who shared the same experience.

Intestinal obstruction, followed by parentheses and a question mark in the middle, usually indicates that the patient's condition is not very serious.

Ji Xiang had an assessment of the patient's condition. He glanced at the patient and began to ponder what the system NPC wanted him to experience.

However, being able to choose the angle himself was indeed a great reward, and Ji Xiang obediently lay on the bed and watched.

The 76-year-old male patient was cared for by his wife. The elderly couple looked very loving and harmonious.

What exactly are we supposed to experience? Is the system NPC going to feed me dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing a romantic relationship)?!

Ji Xiang was guessing what was going on in his mind.

"Bang!"

The door to the ward was pushed open, and a middle-aged woman stormed in.

Ji Xiang knew that this was his "lover".

"I told the doctor, but he insisted on putting a tube in your body and giving you a drug that costs over a thousand yuan. What kind of people are they? Doctors in hospitals these days wear white coats, but their hearts are all black!"

The woman said angrily.

"..." Ji Xiang was shocked by his "lover's" words.

What is all this nonsense? He has acute pancreatitis, and you're not putting him in a feeding tube, restricting his food and water intake, or giving him octreotide and other medications to suppress it? Are you trying to kill yourself?!

As for the high price of the medication, octreotide or its upgraded versions are inherently expensive, as they are all imported drugs. This has nothing to do with whether the doctor is greedy or not; the treatment plan is very ordinary and normal.

Ji Xiang never expected that by choosing the "observer mode" of the next bed, he would begin to empathize with "himself".

Moreover, it starts with an absurdly difficult difficulty level.

Without a feeding tube, I estimate I wouldn't be able to endure 48 hours.

"I've signed the papers for automatic discharge. Let's go home!" my "lover" said dismissively.

"..." Ji Xiang said with a mournful face, "I don't want to go home."

Acute pancreatitis, discharged from the hospital and going home on his own? Although he empathizes with the situation, Ji Xiang doesn't want to make himself miserable.

"Lover" paused for a moment, then frowned at Ji Xiang. "Didn't you just say you wanted to go home? You said your stomach didn't hurt anymore. It must have been because you were drinking outside last night and got a bit of a stomachache from the cold wind. It's just that you didn't empty your bowels completely."

Ji Xiang immediately recalled that he finally realized that just over ten minutes earlier he had refused the nurse's offer to insert a feeding tube, argued with the attending physician who came to persuade him, and made arrangements to be discharged.

Ruined!

Ji Xiang immediately said, "I'm not leaving the hospital. Go and find a nurse to insert a feeding tube for me."

The woman froze, looking at Ji Xiang with surprise, then raised her hand and touched Ji Xiang's forehead.

"I didn't have a fever. I was just... a little scared," Ji Xiang said helplessly.

Hearing Ji Xiang's words, the woman was even more surprised. She looked Ji Xiang up and down and said suspiciously, "I've never heard you say you're a coward in my entire life. What's wrong with you today? Weren't you not in pain anymore?"

"It's deadly even if it doesn't hurt."

"Go and say it yourself!" The woman sat down unhappily in the chair and started packing her things. "I just had a fight with the doctor. That doctor had a terrible attitude, what kind of service was that!"

"Doctors are not a service..." Ji Xiang corrected.

"The dean said it's a service, and that they want to improve the quality of service!"

"The deans are all idiots, lying through their teeth. They don't even need to trim my toenails. They were just saying it casually, and you actually believed it?"

Seeing that his "lover" didn't go to the doctor at all, Ji Xiang was really afraid that the attending physician was quick and efficient and had already processed the automatic discharge and settled the bill with the nurse.

After glancing at the patient in the next bed who appeared to have intestinal obstruction, Ji Xiang had no choice but to go and explain the situation to the doctor himself.

Ugh, that's really damn good.

Ji Xiang cursed inwardly.

Acute pancreatitis, with elevated blood and urine amylase levels, and no feeding tube, no medication, and no restriction on food and water – isn't that just courting death?

"Sister Sun, you can give birth on July 20th after being discharged from the hospital!"

As soon as Ji Xiang reached the door of the doctor's office, he heard the doctor's voice.

Wow, that's quick and efficient; he doesn't seem like a surgeon at all. Surgeons rarely write medical records, and even if someone is discharged voluntarily, the paperwork isn't done quickly.

But the doctors here worked much faster than Ji Xiang had imagined, so he quickly went into the doctor's office.

Ji Xiang knew very well that it was because of his and his wife's bad attitude that the doctors and nurses didn't want to cause trouble, so they hurriedly completed the discharge procedures.

"Dr. Zhao," Ji Xiang said with a forced smile, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't want to be discharged."

"Um?"

The attending physician paused for a moment, then carefully examined Ji Xiang.

He felt that Ji Xiang must be up to something, otherwise why would he refuse to have a feeding tube inserted, refuse to take medication, and even refuse to fast or drink water and still refuse to leave?

"Didn't we just agree on this?" the doctor said cautiously, frowning. "You disagree with my treatment plan and are preparing to be discharged and go to another hospital for further treatment."

The last sentence was the doctor's attempt to shirk responsibility, and Ji Xiang knew it perfectly well.

He grinned sheepishly, "I was in a lot of pain and a little confused, I'm so sorry, so sorry. Insert the feeding tube, right now! Doctor, I'll do it right in front of you, I'm sure I'll be fine."

Ji Xiang's enthusiasm left Dr. Zhao, who was in charge of the ward, bewildered.

He looked at Ji Xiang in surprise, wondering how this man could have changed so much in just over ten minutes.

"For medication, it must be octreotide, whether it's administered via intravenous drip or infusion pump. The infusion pump isn't inconvenient at all; I'm fasting and not drinking much, and I'm barely urinating or defecating, so I'm in bed the whole time. Doctor, don't worry, I will definitely do as you say."

That attitude!

He was the kind of patient with the best medical compliance, leaving Dr. Zhao with a bellyful of complaints but nowhere to vent them.

"I'm so sorry, Dr. Zhao, I was in so much pain, please don't worry about it." Ji Xiang rubbed his hands and apologized repeatedly.

The string of words struck Dr. Zhao's heart like bullets, leaving him speechless.

(End of this chapter)