Healing Doctor

Chapter 663 Don't Speak Today!

After half an hour.

Zhao Zhe witnessed people coming and going in Mo Chenggui's ward, but no one noticed Lin Jiuze.

This thing is truly amazing. Zhao Zhe was also dizzy from looking at it. He thought to himself that Lin Jiu should rob a bank. Wouldn't that make money faster than being a doctor?

Lin Jiu was writing something in his notebook. When he looked up for the first time, a disdainful smile appeared on his lips.

But then Lin Jiuze's expression became increasingly serious as he kept writing and looking up.

Zhao Zhe couldn't bear to watch any longer. He forced himself to see some of Lin Jiuze's expressions and movements, but his gaze involuntarily began to wander.

The feeling was truly disgusting, triggering a nerve reflex, and Zhao Zhe began to experience symptoms of stomach discomfort, nausea, and dry heaving.

Was Lin Jiu censored when Nuwa created humans? Zhao Zhe looked at the ground, thinking to himself.

A few minutes later, Lin Jiu came out and said, "Let's go."

Zhao Zhe's heart skipped a beat. Lin Jiu's elusive and sinister aura was chilling, but he didn't continue to mutter to himself. Instead, he asked, "Dr. Lin, how is it?"

"I don't think it's lung cancer."

"!!!"

Countless exclamation marks floated above Zhao Zhe's head.

No? No!

The key point is that Lin Jiuze just scribbled on the notebook, like a scribble, and yet he was quite certain that Mo Chenggui didn't have lung cancer.

Although he "modestly" said he didn't feel it was lung cancer, Zhao Zhe believed Lin Jiu was extremely certain.

"Dr. Lin, what illness do you think it is?" Zhao Zhe kept a very low profile, looking at the ground. He didn't want to enter a state of active dizziness.

"I don't know, it's a bit strange. Let's wait for the 64-slice CT scan."

Zhao Zhe didn't know whether Lin Jiuze was telling the truth or not. He wanted to ask, but he didn't know what to do, so he could only follow behind Lin Jiuze step by step back.

Zhao Zhe thought about it all the way, but he still couldn't figure it out.

Lin Jiuze is such a mysterious person, could it be that this is the motto of Harvard Medical School?

do not know.

The morning passed uneventfully, with Ji Xiang, Zhao Zhe, and Lin Jiu completing six surgeries.

Ji Xiang showed no emotional fluctuations, but he was a little quieter today. No matter what Tang Yan said, he didn't answer a word, making the surgery extremely dull.

Ji Xiang didn't eat lunch either, and arrived at the thoracic surgery department early in the morning.

Instead of going to the ward, he went to the doctor's office to look through Mo Chenggui's medical records.

As Zhao Zhe read every word carefully, he even felt that Ji Xiang would eventually see through the computer screen if he continued reading.

At 1:30 p.m., Colonel Wang and Mo Chenggui came out, and Director Liu, along with General Manager Wu and others, went to get checked as well.

It was a grand affair, like... cough cough cough, like a hospital-wide consultation.

"Xiao Ji, you're here too," Director Liu said. "How did you know?"

"Brother Zhao told me."

Director Liu glanced at Zhao Zhe, but his eyes fell on Lin Jiuze out of the corner of his eye, and his mind went blank for a moment.

"Director, it's me," Zhao Zhe said in a low voice, bending down.

Director Liu knew that Zhao Zhe had an excellent relationship with the doctors below him, which was a common practice among doctors from lower-level hospitals.

Doctors from lower-level hospitals usually come for further training with the intention of building good relationships. No matter which department they go to, those with high emotional intelligence will be adept at navigating social situations.

As for Zhao Zheyao, it's normal that he's doing well.

He was thick-skinned, a chatterbox, and knew everyone in the compound. Moreover, out of respect for Ji Xiang, no one made things difficult for him.

It's probably something that General Manager Wu said to Zhao Zhe.

"It doesn't matter who said it, it's not a secret," Director Liu glanced at Ji Xiang and then started chatting with Mo Chenggui.

After inserting needles and administering medication, Director Liu finally breathed a sigh of relief once Mo Chenggui entered the CT room.

"Xiao Ji, come here." Director Liu beckoned.

"director."

"We doctors experience more life-and-death situations than ordinary people," Director Liu said calmly. "People generally think that experiencing so much will make us numb, but that's not the case."

Ji Xiang knew that Director Liu was trying to persuade him, but he didn't say anything and listened quietly.

"The former head of general surgery developed cirrhosis and liver cancer due to hepatitis C. He was terrified when he found out he had liver cancer. After all, he had performed liver cancer surgeries his whole life, and he knew the disease very well."

"He later went to Shanghai, first for interventional surgery, then for general surgery, and then, knowing that there were no good chemotherapy drugs for liver cancer, he still underwent chemotherapy before his body had recovered. Later, he also underwent high-dose radiation therapy."

"Doesn't it look stupid?"

"No." Ji Xiang shook his head. "Precisely because he understands, he is afraid, and his methods and measures are somewhat extreme. He only sees tumor cells, so he seems a bit extreme."

Director Liu nodded. "That's right. The old director didn't even last a year before he passed away. When we saw him off, we said privately that he was mainly scared to death."

Ji Xiang breathed a sigh of relief.

"I know you have a deep bond with Lao Mo and Colonel Wang. The more that bond is strong, the less you should let your emotions get the better of you. Don't say a word today, no matter what you see."

Ji Xiang nodded.

Director Liu expressed his approval of Ji Xiang's well-behaved nature.

Director Liu had no idea what this prodigy was thinking. He would just say as much as he could, and whether the boy listened or not was no longer important. He would just do his best.

After waiting for more than 20 minutes, Mo Chenggui came out. Director Liu asked General Manager Wu to take Mo Chenggui back to his ward for other examinations, while he waited for the reconstructed images to come out.

Unlike regular CT scans, 64-slice enhanced CT scans can produce normal images, or they can be used for further reconstruction.

The head of the CT department personally performed the reconstruction, step by step.

When a blood vessel was seen entering the space-occupying lesion in Mo Chenggui's right lower lung, all of Director Liu's illusions were shattered.

The imaging showed that the mass in Mo Chenggui's right lower lung was undoubtedly lung cancer.

The most distinctive feature of tumor tissue is that it is nourished by the entire body, and the meaning of that abnormally proliferating blood vessel in the eyes of doctors is self-evident.

"Old Liu, that's about it."

The head of the CT department, who had completed the reconstruction at top speed, sighed. "We suspect it's a malignant tumor. Do you think we should do a PET-CT scan or a biopsy?"

"I don't think it's necessary," Director Liu said. "I'll contact the Shanghai Pulmonary Hospital right away and find an expert to perform the surgery."

The head of the CT room nodded.

There's no need for any biopsy or pathological examination. If the enhanced CT scan almost certainly confirms it's a malignant tumor, the best approach is to simply remove it and then perform a full pathological examination.

There is a certain probability of metastasis from a biopsy, although the probability is not high, but there is no objection to Mo Chenggui's case.

And PET-CT is also meaningless.

"Okay, keep things in order. Just call me if you need anything. We're all family, no need to be polite," said the head of the CT room.

"Doctor, it doesn't seem like a malignant tumor to me."

Just as the two directors were finalizing their decision, Ji Xiang suddenly spoke up.

(End of this chapter)