Healing Doctor

Chapter 656 Alternative

"Huh? Really?"

"No way, I've never heard of using interventional surgery to treat hemorrhoids."

Zhao Xiangming shook his head, his expression revealing neither his opinion nor anyone else's.

Zheng Yunqi said, "A few years ago... when that person was still around, he contacted me and said that he could perform interventional surgery to treat hemorrhoids. The principle is to embolize the blood supply arteries. The patient was looking for someone with clear contraindications to surgery, saying that interventional surgery could be performed."

"At the time, I thought, 'The interventional radiology department's reach is really far, they've even extended it into my proctology department.' I just gave them a few perfunctory words and sent them away, and I didn't care about it anymore." Zheng Yunqi looked at Zhao Xiangming, "Old Zhao, are you aware of this?"

"I know, it was researched by German doctors. The spring coils they use are all custom-made, and a single spring coil costs tens of thousands of euros."

"..."

"..."

Everyone stared in astonishment.

"Furthermore, if interventional surgery is required, that's a vascular specialist's job. Why do they always choose the vascular specialist for the lucrative projects, but only think of me when it comes to cleaning up the mess?"

"Isn't it all thanks to you, Old Zhao, for cleaning up my mess so well? You did it brilliantly, you cleaned it up perfectly!" someone joked.

"I won't do it," Zhao Xiangming said with certainty, "and it has absolutely nothing to do with my interventional radiology department."

"I didn't say it had anything to do with you. I'll definitely be calling for a hospital-wide consultation tomorrow, and Director Bai will probably be looking for you then. Sigh, what's wrong with you? Why are you still bleeding after hemorrhoid surgery..."

"Director Zheng, aren't you going back to check on things?" someone asked worriedly.

"I won't watch it," Zheng Yunqi said firmly.

"???"

Seeing the strange expressions on everyone else's faces, Zheng Yunqi sighed helplessly.

"The patient is currently using sanitary napkins. Last time he bled, he asked me a few questions, and when I couldn't answer them, he threw the sanitary napkin in my face. Damn it! My face was covered in blood, it was disgusting."

"Hahaha."

Cheerful laughter filled the air at the dinner table.

Patients with chronic diseases are not worried about various blood-borne infectious diseases. It is likely that Zheng Yunqi has already been tested and should be fine.

Having someone throw a blood-soaked sanitary napkin in your face, warm and wet... No one has ever experienced that before.

There's no point in saying more about this; seeking a consultation is the best solution.

……

……

the next day.

At 9:00 a.m., after all departments finished their ward rounds, the Department of Anorectal Surgery solemnly contacted all relevant departments through the Medical Affairs Office for a hospital-wide consultation.

Liu Zhi didn't go for a consultation; this illness had absolutely nothing to do with urology.

But he came, along with Ji Xiang and... Lin Jiu, for a consultation.

Lin Jiu hasn't received his continuing education permit yet, but procedures are procedures, so coming to the department to take a look won't affect anyone else.

Director Bai personally called Ji Xiang, asking him to come and participate in the hospital-wide consultation.

Normally, similar consultations are chaired by Lu Gang on behalf of the Medical Affairs Department, but this time it was chaired by Director Bai himself, which elevates the level of the consultation.

Zheng Yunqi's attending physician reported on the patient's condition, and everyone began to discuss it.

Director Bai watched silently, but most of the time he turned his gaze toward Ji Xiang.

But things are different now. Director Bai feels uncomfortable every time he sees Ji Xiang.

It wasn't because Ji Xiang was full of pride after participating in the variety show, but because there was a transparent person sitting next to him.

Whenever Director Bai's peripheral vision fell on Lin Jiuze, he would feel that his frontal lobe was being severely disturbed, and he might even experience strabismus.

Miserable.

Director Bai had an extreme aversion to this Massachusetts expert, and he could only try to see Ji Xiang as little as possible.

The department heads in the hospital spoke, but mostly they said useless nonsense. It seemed that no one had any opinion about the patient's persistent bleeding after the internal hemorrhoid surgery.

"Dr. Ji Xiang, what are your thoughts?" Director Bai had no choice but to resort to his trump card.

He didn't look at Ji Xiang, nor did he want to. He tapped the table and said...

"Director Bai, I haven't seen the patient yet," Ji Xiang said. "Could you take a look first?"

Director Bai nodded, watching Ji Xiang and... Lin Jiu walk out of the office. Director Bai felt his eyes sting a little.

After recovering from his eye contact, Director Bai glanced around at the directors in the office.

"Let's talk behind closed doors, and let's keep it simple, without any platitudes," Director Bai said.

"Director Bai, I don't understand what's going on," a director said obediently in the simplest way.

"The patient's condition is quite strange. The proctologist has done all the relevant tests, and apart from some minor ailments, there's nothing unusual. If all else fails, I suggest the patient go to Beijing for a checkup."

Director Bai glared at him.

Go to Beijing? Should the patient bring sanitary napkins?

What if someone bleeds so badly that they die on the way?

"Director Bai, contact Peking Union Medical College Hospital and see what their opinion is."

This is a fairly reasonable suggestion.

Over the years, Director Bai has been meticulously planning and maintaining contact with Xiehe Hospital, all so that he would have backup plans and external support when encountering difficulties.

But it's best not to use this kind of relationship; if you must, it should be for a high-class disease.

Postoperative bleeding after internal hemorrhoid surgery is something that would make Peking Union Medical College Hospital laugh at us.

It seems that his own directors really can't solve this problem. If all else fails... Director Bai sighed inwardly.

"You guys keep talking, I'll go check on Xiao Ji."

With that, Director Bai walked out of the office with his hands behind his back.

"Does Director Bai really think Dr. Ji can solve this?"

"Have you been watching too many variety shows?"

"Dr. Ji did a great job with the surgery, and he's such a nice guy. Yesterday he gave me a Neymar autographed jersey, making my ten-year dream come true all at once!"

After Director Bai left the office, the directors inside chatted about everyday matters.

The patient's condition... is complicated and difficult to explain. It's a rare and complex case. We've discussed it, but no one believes they can solve it. We'll have to wait for Director Bai to contact Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

Director Bai walked to the ward door but did not go in. He saw Lin Jiuze holding a notebook and writing and drawing in it; Ji Xiang was chatting with the patient in a very friendly and familiar manner.

Anyone who didn't know better would think that Ji Xiang and the patient were old friends.

"Dr. Ji, you're a little different from how you are on TV." The patient sat on the bed, chatting enthusiastically with Ji Xiang.

"They all look a bit heavier when they appear on TV, otherwise why would female celebrities be so desperate to lose weight?"

"No, no, no, I mean you look much better in person than on TV," the patient explained. "By the way, Dr. Gilberto, did you really perform Neymar's surgery?"

Ji Xiang nodded.

"How are the results after the surgery?"

"It's not bad. He's still in the recovery period, and we'll have to observe him before he can play."

"I hope we can participate in next year's World Cup."

From my perspective, there shouldn't be any problem.

The patient clenched his fists and looked excited.

Director Bai felt helpless.

In his decades of medical practice, he had never seen a doctor turn a medical history inquiry into a casual conversation.

Ji Xiang is the oddball.

(End of this chapter)