Healing Doctor

Chapter 666 Show off your wealth?

"Xiao Ji, you're so kind." Mo Chenggui held Ji Xiang's hand and said gently and kindly, "Let's get it checked out then. Anyway, it won't make a difference if we have to do the surgery in a couple of days."

He coughed as he spoke. Although Mo Chenggui tried his best to hide it, everyone else could see that he swallowed the phlegm he coughed up so that Ji Xiang wouldn't see it.

Colonel Wang felt a pang of sadness. He lowered his head and sighed, his bald head losing its shine.

Although it is said that life and death are predestined, this statement has one meaning when spoken to the patient, but another when spoken to close friends and family.

"Then let's do it," Mo Chenggui said. "Xiao Ji, sit down, let's chat for a while. You're going to film a show, and you won't be gone for more than a month."

Ji Xiang sat on the edge of Mo Chenggui's bed. "Teacher Mo, please don't worry. You'll understand after the examination."

"Okay." Mo Chenggui smiled, then coughed for a while and asked, "I thought you were staying at the First Affiliated Hospital and wouldn't come back. The South is so nice, the salary is high, everything is great."

"It's alright, the key is that my dad is here, so I can't leave."

"Your dad is still young, not even fifty yet, he doesn't need you to take care of him. You're at the age where you should be thinking about the future, you know." As Mo Chenggui spoke, his tone already carried a hint of resentment.

"The South is alright, I guess," Ji Xiang said, "but it's all the same."

"How can they be the same? The income is different. If Colonel Wang were in the South, he'd make at least 100,000 a month. His son is in his final year of high school, and I guess he'll go to the South for university too."

"Old Mo, don't talk about me for no reason," Colonel Wang said. "If you can make money, who wouldn't?"

"I have no interest in making money," Ji Xiang said frankly.

"..."

"..."

Mo Chenggui wanted to persuade Ji Xiang, but he didn't expect to get this answer.

He looked at Ji Xiang with a troubled expression. "Little Ji, I thought the same way when I was young, and Colonel Wang thought the same way too. Look at us now, we still have to go to a private hospital to get our circumcisions done. Although there are many ways to make money in hospitals, this is all the money we can earn."

"My parents are rich, so I don't have to work hard to earn money. My dad said he'll take care of laying the foundation. I don't need to worry about anything else, as long as I work hard at what I like to study."

"inflation……"

"Xiao Ji." Colonel Wang looked up and said seriously, "I remember on your first day at the hospital, I told you a story about one of my neighbors."

"Teacher Wang, I remember." Ji Xiang smiled, thought for a moment, and then said, "It's different. Let me put it this way, a few years ago, a friend of my dad's was on Weibo. That year, Sotheby's auctioned a blue and white porcelain bowl for 6000 million. My dad's friend replied that it wasn't worth that much money, so there must be some inside story."

Mo Chenggui and Colonel Wang looked at each other in disbelief. Sixty million for a broken bowl was completely beyond their comprehension of the world.

This kind of thing is something you can only see in the news, as gossip and a bit of fun in life, but I never expected Ji Xiang to bring it up in casual conversation.

"There are a lot of trolls going on. Someone mocked my dad's friend, so he took some pictures at home. There were four of these bowls fired in one kiln, and the other three are at my house. So, they're not worth that much money at all."

Mo Chenggui and Colonel Wang were lost and confused.

"My dad never plays with these things, and I don't know why."

"What does your dad do?" Colonel Wang thought Ji Xiang was bragging.

Ji Xiang took out his phone and started scrolling through it.

"Look, this is a post my dad made on WeChat Moments when Kazuo Inamori passed away. At that time, many well-known entrepreneurs posted messages of condolence, and my dad also posted one."

In the picture, a man in his thirties and an elderly man with gray hair are sitting by a pond fishing.

They seemed relaxed, the atmosphere was harmonious, and the feeling of a friendship that transcended age arose spontaneously.

It seemed like a light drizzle was falling from the sky. There was only one umbrella, which was shared by an elderly man with gray hair and a middle-aged man, each occupying half of it. The half of the man's body was a darker color.

The entire picture has a transcendent artistic conception.

A sense of tranquility and elegance arises spontaneously.

Colonel Wang and Mo Chenggui exchanged glances. Although they did not know Sheng Daohefu, they vaguely knew that he was an important figure.

The caption on WeChat Moments was simple: "May Mr. Kazuo Morimichi rest in peace."

"..."

Mo Chenggui remained silent.

This kind of flaunting of wealth is much more impactful and has a greater effect on him than the 6000 million yuan bowl.

"My dad has many friends, but he can't go abroad right now, though we keep in touch," Ji Xiang smiled. "Don't worry, Teacher Mo, I know what I'm doing."

"!!!"

Mo Chenggui was speechless.

Compared to Ji Xiang's wealthy father, my own knowledge seems rather shallow.

I originally wanted to instill some values ​​in Xiao Ji, but I was shocked by Ji Xiang's silent flaunting of wealth.

"Xiao Ji, how's your research project going?" Colonel Wang asked in a low voice after calming down.

"It's alright. Scientific research takes time," Ji Xiang said. "Take it one step at a time; you can't rush it."

The way he said it made it sound as if Ji Xiang were an experienced elder, pointing out a wise path for a young person.

Lin Jiu stood silently in the corner, watching Ji Xiang's gaze grow increasingly complex and conflicted.

The thoracic surgery department coordinated with PET-CT, and Mo Chenggui went for the examination early the next morning.

The results came out quickly.

The space-occupying lesion in Mo Chenggui's right lower lobe did not "brighten" on the imaging, proving that it was not a tumor.

Holding the thick PET-CT report, another hospital-wide consultation was held.

Mo Chenggui also attended as a "patient" to hear the opinions of other doctors.

Ji Xiang was telling the truth; he wasn't just trying to comfort himself. Mo Chenggui knew all the intricacies of the hospital; if something were truly wrong, he certainly wouldn't be left sitting in the office.

That would be too cruel.

The focus now is on what the diagnosis is.

Lin Jiu stood in front of the blackboard and began to give a long and detailed account of bird allergies, citing numerous sources and even writing down the reference numbers on the blackboard, just like he was doing scientific research.

Mo Chenggui had no choice but to believe it.

As for the source of the illness, it was Mo Chenggui's worn-out down jacket, something that Mo Chenggui found hard to accept.

A tattered down jacket actually made me think about death.

"Old Mo, I've told you countless times to change your down jacket, but you just won't change it," Colonel Wang complained. "If you had changed to a better one earlier, you wouldn't have been so startled. If it weren't for Xiao Ji, you wouldn't have been in any danger, but losing a lung lobe means you'll be shirking your responsibilities and I'll be the one suffering."

Mo Chenggui smiled, looking relaxed.

It wasn't lung cancer, and he felt the sunlight was warmer.

"Dr. Lin is too eager to show off. He wasn't the one who gave the diagnosis; he just kept rambling on and on." Colonel Wang said, speaking up for Ji Xiang.

"Xiao Ji doesn't want to talk much, but everyone knows that anyway, so it's fine," Mo Chenggui said.

(End of this chapter)