Healing Doctor

Chapter 670 Asking for a few more days off

Lin Jiu stood silently in the corner, completely invisible, his mind blank, silently watching Ji Xiang.

Ji Xiang explained the pathophysiology of hypertension leading to acute abdominal pain with rigorous logic and meticulous detail, and cited several case reports as supporting evidence.

The results of his own "observation" of the patients proved that Ji Xiang was right.

Lin Jiu was unclear about how Ji Xiang had made the diagnosis!

Lin Jiu believes that no one could pinpoint the problem as clearly as Ji Xiang, even with such a seemingly insignificant detail.

Weird!

That's really strange.

The holiday was coming to an end, but Lin Jiu didn't want to leave because he hadn't achieved his goal.

While in Massachusetts, Lin Jiu was known for his strong diagnostic skills and meticulous surgical technique; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to obtain a professorship at Massachusetts General Hospital before the age of 30.

However, the two things he was so proud of were nothing compared to Ji Xiang.

This is very awkward.

Lin Jiu was also a chosen one of heaven. Although he had a harmless expression on his face, it was because no one was worth his attention.

Seeing Ji Xiang speak eloquently, making the experts and professors nod in agreement, Lin Jiu felt a sense of resentment.

In fact, a burning jealousy was raging in Lin Jiuze's heart.

After the consultation, Lin Jiu ran to the fire escape and called his teacher.

"Teacher, I'm so sorry to bother you so late."

Tang Chenghua's hearty laughter came from the other end of the phone.

"Nine, you want to come back?"

Lin Jiu felt somewhat embarrassed.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Teacher, could I ask for a little more time off from the hospital?"

"..." Tang Chenghua remained silent.

After a few seconds, he asked, "Why?"

Lin Jiu then recounted several recent diagnoses to his teacher.

"I thought my diagnosis was clear. I had seen the diagnoses of these patients in person, but in the end I still couldn't come up with a definitive diagnosis. But Dr. Ji Xiang can come up with answers very quickly. For example, today's acute abdomen was caused by malignant hypertension. I will have to search for the case reports he mentioned later."

"Ninthly, the appointment letter has just been issued, so taking leave is not impossible." Tang Chenghua weighed his words carefully. "However, there is really no point for you to be there. Your medical team is waiting to be established, and it's not good for you to be delayed in coming back."

Lin Jiu remained silent.

Tang Chenghua knew that his student was very stubborn. Although he seemed gentle, he was actually quite different from his appearance.

"Then I'll help you get another month off. Make sure you come back as soon as possible. Didn't you say you wanted to invite Dr. Ji Xiang to Massachusetts? What did he say?"

He said he couldn't go abroad.

"Haha, it's probably because his foreign language skills aren't up to par, and he's always been intimidated. I bet he needs a dictionary to read academic papers. But that's understandable, since many people in China learn 'mute English'."

"Teacher, Dr. Ji Xiang spoke Portuguese with Neymar, and it was very fluent," Lin Jiuze said.

"..."

"I feel that he doesn't go abroad not because he's afraid, but because he can't. As for why, I don't know. This young doctor has many secrets."

"One month, no more than that." Tang Chenghua had no time to talk about a small-time doctor in China; he gave Lin Jiuze a deadline.

"good!"

Lin Jiu nodded.

The two chatted for a few minutes when Zhao Zhe's voice suddenly came from the fire escape entrance.

"At your age, never masturbate. Masturbation is the beginning of a sinful life. Once you start masturbating, there is no going back. You will only become more and more depraved."

Lin Jiu felt a strange and absurd feeling. He said goodbye to Tang Chenghua and hung up the phone.

Zhao Zhe walked into the fire escape and, as if he hadn't seen Lin Jiuze, casually sat on the steps, making a phone call and talking about hand sanitizer.

Suddenly looking up, Zhao Zhe saw a figure and trembled with fright, dropping his phone to the ground.

When he saw it was Lin Jiuze, he clutched his chest, his face turning pale.

"Dr. Lin, what brings you here?"

"I'm going to make a call to the hospital." Lin Jiu smiled, his face completely innocent. "Dr. Zhao, what are you doing?"

"Call my son."

son?

Lin Jiu knew that Zhao Zhe had divorced many years ago, but had never known that he had a son.

That's understandable; children need their fathers to teach them things as they grow up.

It's not a big deal if the father explains the dangers of hand-washing to his son.

"Go on," Lin Jiu said with a smile.

Zhao Zhe picked up his phone from the ground. "Son, I just ran into a colleague. Where were we?"

"Oh, don't think I'm joking with you, it's true, it's the culmination of my many years of experience."

Lin Jiu paused for a moment and scratched his head.

Zhao Zhe is truly a scoundrel; he doesn't even talk properly when he talks to his son.

"Hand-rinse, avoiding contact with water if possible is a bad habit. What do we rely on? Of course, it's technique! Talent! Incredible hand speed!"

"..."

The more they talk, the more absurd it becomes.

"The 6 yuan first recharge is a scam. Once you recharge once, it's hard to stop. You think 6 yuan is so cheap, but then you think, 'I have this, I can't do without that,' so you keep recharging. I regret it now."

"!!!"

Lin Jiu was stunned.

A hand-drip brew for 6 yuan?

His mind raced with thoughts as he looked at Zhao Zhe. It took him a long time to realize that this "first recharge" was not the same as the "hand recharge" in the game. It meant the first time he made a recharge in the game.

Telling kids that playing games doesn't cost money is indeed a father's responsibility, but...

What am I listening to here?

"That's all a lie. I'll take you out this weekend and show you my skills!"

"Son, I'm hanging up now."

Zhao Zhe hung up the phone, his face full of a kind smile.

But his smile vanished abruptly, and Zhao Zhe shuddered as he saw Lin Jiuze again.

Forcing a smile, Zhao Zhe clutched his chest and asked, "Dr. Lin, are you still there?"

"I just finished a call with my teacher, and I miss him a bit." Lin Jiu smiled and sat down next to Zhao Zhe. "Dr. Zhao, how old is your son?"

"12. After the divorce, he moved away with his mother. I can visit him on weekends. My son is so smart, he learns everything quickly..."

Zhao Zhe started rambling on and on, but Lin Jiu didn't find it annoying at all.

Several times during the conversation, Zhao Zhe forgot about Lin Jiuze's presence, startling himself as he spoke. Fortunately, he was able to talk to himself, so even forgetting Lin Jiuze's existence didn't affect his speech at all.

Zhao Zhe often gets startled, and he feels that his coronary arteries are under tremendous pressure.

"My son will be a doctor someday," Zhao Zhe concluded.

"Dr. Zhao, I've heard people say these past few days since I returned to China that advising someone to study medicine is a terrible thing to do, like being struck by lightning... "

"Sigh, you don't understand."

(End of this chapter)