Healing Doctor

Chapter 614 Popular Program Sponsors

However, the reality is not that simple.

Ji Xiang's communication with patients was not as smooth as Zhou Congwen's empathy.

Watching someone else carry a load and carrying a load yourself are two different things.

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The night is deep.

The production crew's studio was brightly lit.

"Director!" Director Fan's assistant answered a phone call and looked at Director Fan in astonishment.

"What's wrong?"

"It seems something's happened." Director Fan's assistant was still in disbelief. He reached out and pinched his thigh, wincing in pain.

"What's wrong with him?!" Director Fan couldn't figure out whether his little assistant had an upset stomach and was exhibiting such strange behavior through the gut-brain axis, or something else entirely.

I learned about the gut-brain axis recently when Director Fan was chatting with General Manager Miao during some free time.

With this variety show entering its final stage, Director Fan has reaped a great harvest.

Director Fan's assistant recounted the contents of the phone call they had just received, and Director Fan felt that there was something wrong with his brain axis.

As his brain went blank, Director Fan felt a dull pain in his stomach, as if his appendix had begun to inflame.

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three days later.

Dean Zhao turned down several dinner invitations, including one from provincial leaders. He went home, ate early, and then sat up straight, waiting for the variety show to start.

Dean Zhao has his own opinions on this variety show.

Moreover, Dean Zhao became more and more interested as he watched. His interest was different from others; it was that Ji Xiang had "defeated" an expert from Massachusetts General Hospital in just one episode. What other content could the production team possibly come up with to conclude the show?

In addition, Dean Zhao was also concerned about Ji Xiang's future.

Whether Ji Xiang stays at the First Affiliated Hospital of Hangzhou Medical University or goes to Massachusetts General Hospital, I have one attitude towards him; if Ji Xiang returns to the Second Affiliated Hospital to continue his residency training, that's another attitude.

Although it's incredible that I came back for residency training, who knows?

"Dad, it feels like you're in a meeting," Zhao Tianjiao said with a forced smile as he spoke to his father.

"This is my first time watching a variety show, and I'm actually a little excited." Dean Zhao placed his hands on his lap, looking exactly like he was in a meeting, or rather, listening to the dean speak. "Tianjiao, how have you been lately?"

"It's great. Professor Deng taught me a lot. I can now perform some basic surgeries independently. Don't worry, I'm improving very quickly." Zhao Tianjiao said proudly, showing off his progress to his father.

Since arriving at the Second Affiliated Hospital for standardized residency training, Zhao Tianjiao's personality has undergone a tremendous change, and he has matured rapidly.

Dean Zhao glanced at his son and could clearly sense the change in him.

"There's a difference between having a whetstone and not having one," Dean Zhao smiled slightly. His hostility towards Ji Xiang had completely vanished, and he conveniently placed Ji Xiang in the whetstone's position.

Looking at it this way, Ji Xiang is actually quite useful.

"Dad, during my surgery today, the anesthesiologist mentioned that the Air Force General Hospital's traditional Chinese medicine bone-setting techniques are exceptional. Should I learn them?"

"Why study?" Dean Zhao glanced at his son, slightly displeased.

"Bone setting is also a specialty of orthopedics."

"Heh." Dean Zhao chuckled. "Modern medicine... to put it this way, the surgeries performed in orthopedics, or rather, in hospital surgery, were things I wouldn't have dared to imagine when I was young. Whether it's a car accident on the highway, jumping off a building, or a stab wound, as long as someone comes to the hospital still has a breath left, we'll spare no expense and pour resources into them, and the chances of survival are very high."

Zhao Tianjiao was taken aback. What did this have to do with traditional Chinese bone setting?

"My scapula was shattered, so they used a metal plate to glue the bone pieces back together; my thigh was broken into several pieces, so they used an intramedullary nail to attach the bone fragments; my pelvis was shattered, so they replaced the entire one with a titanium alloy one."

"These were extremely difficult when I was young, but now I can even do chief resident work."

"Focus on learning surgery. Bone setting in both Western and traditional Chinese medicine is only chosen by doctors who have lost out in departmental competition. As for you, you don't even consider that."

Zhao Tianjiao didn't speak, but wrote down his father's words, intending to ponder them carefully in the future.

The father and son chatted idly, getting through the long pre-show delay. Most shows wouldn't dare do something like this; the show starts at 8:30, and the delay continues until 8:40.

The bald host finally appeared on camera, and Dean Zhao smiled with satisfaction upon seeing his shiny bald head.

Dean Zhao and his son followed the variety show all the way, and during the commentary session, they gradually added product placements to the initially clean table.

From drinking water to snacks, the tables in the last few episodes were so cluttered that they seriously obstructed the view.

"The show is really popular, and there are more and more sponsors," Zhao Tianjiao, who often watches variety shows, remarked.

"Aren't other programs like this?"

"No," Zhao Tianjiao said. "In the NBA broadcast room, there are only Jissbon BYT products on display. During the break, the female host will play a game and occasionally sell clothes. Even so, they still get criticized a lot." Zhao Tianjiao looked at the GG-related products in front of the bald host, his feelings complicated.

"Hmm." Dean Zhao nodded with an air of official authority.

"Dad, has my attitude towards Ji Xiang changed?" Zhao Tianjiao said with a smile. "You see, I know this variety show became popular because of Ji Xiang, and the increasing number of sponsors also proves this point, but I don't feel anything."

"He has indeed grown." Dean Zhao looked at the bald host, listening to him chat with Professor Shen, seemingly unaware of Zhao Tianjiao's words.

Seeing that his father was engrossed in watching TV, Zhao Tianjiao also shut up and started watching the program.

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In the comments section.

The bald host is trying to salvage the show's "imperfections".

After all, what the show said at the beginning is completely different from what it is doing now. As the show is about to end, it is necessary to make up for it and gain more recognition from the audience.

He chatted with Professor Shen and other guests for a few minutes, and then the scene flashed to the hospital.

At this point, there was no trace of variety shows left; it was more like a documentary, or rather, a documentary that was close to real life.

The camera shows Mr. Miao receiving a phone call and running frantically, with the cameraman following behind carrying a camera. The footage shakily jolts, making the viewer dizzy.

"Dad, did I hear that right?" Zhao Tianjiao asked doubtfully, "Intussusception in adults? I never saw a single case during my internship."

"In adults, intussusception is generally only diagnosed as intestinal obstruction. The auxiliary departments of the First Affiliated Hospital are just messing around," Dean Zhao commented, but he was more interested in this.

This segment clearly exposes their shortcomings, so why didn't the production team cut it out? It seems the First Affiliated Hospital didn't even bring it up, and it was just broadcast openly like that.

Something weird.

Dean Zhao reached for a cigarette, his eyes glued to the television.

Just as I lit a cigarette, a lighter clicked beside my ear.

Dean Zhao was somewhat satisfied, but his eyes remained glued to the television, even though he was getting a little dizzy from watching it.

(End of this chapter)