Healing Doctor

Chapter 605 Asclepius in His Life

Director Fan didn't know who Victor Wimbanyama was; he didn't watch basketball, only football.

However, this seemed like a pretty good gimmick, and he started to have some ideas.

Celebrities, especially sports stars, coming to China for surgery—that in itself is a gimmick. Add to that the star power, and it seems like it could be very profitable!

However, someone who came to China to have surgery with Ji Xiang is probably not a well-known celebrity; calling him a third-rate celebrity would be a stretch.

Director Fan then picked up his phone and started searching for "Wenban Amazon".

He was stunned when he saw the impressive resume listed under Wenban Yama's name.

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After accompanying Ji Xiang on his rounds, Zhao Zhe smiled as he wrote the medical records.

Zhao Mengmeng expressed her envy. "He comes to participate in a program, and he rarely writes his own medical records; someone else does it for him. Ji Xiang's status is obvious."

"Dr. Ji Xiang, it seems the show is about to end. Are you really not going to stay?" Zhao Mengmeng asked timidly.

"Probably not." Ji Xiang didn't say anything too certain, still using the ambiguous tone of a doctor.

"It's a real pity, I wanted to stay but I couldn't." Zhao Mengmeng said with a hint of regret, but she smiled and said, "But this time I've gained a lot, at least I have one more paper published in The New England Journal of Medicine."

Upon hearing about the top-tier research paper, General Manager Miao drooled with envy and instantly transformed into Deputy Director Zou, almost as if he were wearing a surgical mask.

"Knock knock knock~"

A middle-aged man knocked on the door.

"Please come in." Mr. Miao knew he was a patient's family member. He was holding a banner, which was obviously made overnight.

For a hospital, receiving a banner of appreciation for a successful emergency rescue is perfectly normal.

"Dr. Miao, hello." The patient's family member bowed slightly. "We're being discharged tomorrow. Thank you so much for the surgery performed by you and the head doctor to save us from this unexpected accident."

"You're too kind, it's all my duty."

"We don't know the hospital's rules either, so we rushed to make a banner. Please don't mind it."

"How could that be? How could that be?" Mr. Miao replied politely and accepted the banner.

The banner reads "Miraculous Healing Hands".

The patient's family member seemed a little uneasy. Seeing that the smile on General Manager Miao's face was very formal, he explained, "I really don't understand the rules of your hospital, but you are still young, so I dare not present the banner during the day."

"Uh..." Mr. Miao was slightly taken aback.

"This is to express my gratitude to you; please accept it."

"Okay, thank you." Mr. Miao then chatted with the patient's family for a long time.

He opened a folder, printed out the post-discharge instructions that were supposed to be given to the patient the next day, and explained them one by one.

A dozen minutes later, after seeing off the patient's family who were expressing their deepest gratitude, Mr. Miao still couldn't understand.

Zhao Zhe smiled like an old fox, "General Manager Miao, the patient's family has considered everything very thoroughly."

"Comprehensive? I didn't feel that way. This is the first time I've received a banner in the middle of the night. It's quite strange."

"I used to work at a small hospital. There was a nurse in our department who was exceptionally skilled at giving injections, and she always spoke softly and gently, no matter how urgent the situation was. She was also very gentle when inserting gastric tubes and urinary catheters."

"When the patient was discharged, she presented her with a banner, which happened to coincide with our shift change."

"Oh, that's a good thing," Mr. Miao replied casually.

Zhao Zhe looked Miao up and down for a few seconds, and seeing that he really thought so, shook his head slightly.

"General Manager Miao, the atmosphere in your department is really great," Zhao Zhe praised.

In his view, Miao was always a spoiled child.

"Of course, other departments' second-line professors will start yelling as soon as they get a call in the middle of the night, but we're different. No matter who's on second-line duty, we don't mind performing surgery in the middle of the night," said General Manager Miao. "A classmate of mine... no, Brother Zhao, please continue."

"That nurse resigned soon after," Zhao Zhe gave a direct answer.

"Resign? Why?"

"The head nurse would send her to all the support and overtime shifts, claiming that she was highly skilled and treated patients like family."

General Manager Miao was taken aback. He knew all too well the disgusting things like support and overtime. And then there were the tactics of not paying annual leave or missed shifts. It would be incredibly easy for the head nurse to deal with a junior nurse.

The cause was a brocade banner.

Jealousy is one of the most basic human emotions.

Mr. Miao understood immediately. He scratched his head, not knowing what to say, and then laughed.

"The patient's family is nice, we get along well," Zhao Zhe said with a smile, then turned to look at Ji Xiang, "Little Ji, have you ever received a banner of appreciation?"

"Me?" Ji Xiang thought for a moment, "I received it once, when I was interning."

"That's great, receiving a banner for an internship," praised General Manager Miao.

"I didn't want to either. The patient's family only wrote my name. There was no director or professor who taught there. How can I accept the banner?" Ji Xiang said.

"And then what did you do?" Zhao Zhe asked Ji Xiang curiously.

"This is a token of the patient's family's goodwill, and I feel embarrassed to say no."

"Yes, what did you do?" Mr. Miao asked.

"I said that Hua Tuo was alive today, which is a traditional Chinese medicine perspective; we are Western medicine."

"..."

"..."

"I made a few jokes with the patient's family, but they brought the banner over again the next morning."

"What a joke?" Zhao Zhe keenly caught the key point in Ji Xiang's words.

"I said that the banners for Western medicine should read 'Asclepius is alive, Hippocrates is reborn.'"

"..."

An eerie silence fell over the room.

"Who is Asclepius?" Zhao Zhe asked, puzzled.

"The god of healing from ancient Greek mythology," Zhao Mengmeng explained softly.

"Hehe." Ji Xiang scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "But the patient's family realized that it wasn't good to only write my name, so after explaining it to me, they added a whole bunch of names and put me at the end."

"Is it really true that Asclepius is alive and Hippocrates is reborn?" Mr. Miao asked, his eyes wide.

"Yes," Ji Xiang said, "That's not quite right. Back then, bloodletting was probably a popular therapy. They'd drain half a basin of blood to balance the body fluids, and whether it worked or not was another matter."

"Hahaha." Zhao Zhe was amused and burst into laughter.

"And then?" Mr. Miao asked with great interest.

"Our director really likes this banner. He has received at least eight hundred or a thousand banners, all stacked together, and even when they are hung up, they are all the same. But this banner is special; at least when it is hung up, it is different from the other banners."

"That's true."

"This banner was hanging in his office when my internship ended."

Mr. Miao gave Ji Xiang a deep look.

"General Manager Miao, the atmosphere in your department is truly wonderful. I wasn't so lucky to have such a good director when I was young," Zhao Zhe said softly, glancing at General Manager Miao.

"It's alright. I did my internship, graduate studies, and doctoral studies at the First Affiliated Hospital. At the beginning, I was the enemy of the gastrointestinal surgery department."

(End of this chapter)