Healing Doctor

Chapter 687 Accumulation of Clinical Experience

Ji Xiang took a breath, wanting to etch this flavor deeply into his mind.

But he wasn't satisfied and took another deep breath.

Such opportunities are rare. Although there is a systematic operating room, Ji Xiang still wants to seize every opportunity in reality.

"My turn! My turn!"

Doctors from other departments squeezed past him, pushing Ji Xiang away.

Ji Xiang sniffed it twice, and after being pushed aside, he stood at a distance and "greedily" sniffed it a few more times before reluctantly leaving.

The patient's classmates looked surprised, but being students, they were somewhat reserved in the hospital and didn't know what the doctors were doing.

They looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Are you the patient's classmates?" Ji Xiang found it strange that a group of doctors were surrounding the patient and smelling him. He instinctively wanted to calm the patient's family down, so he went over and asked.

Several female classmates were immediately impressed when they saw the tall and handsome Ji Xiang walking over.

One girl answered enthusiastically, "We're classmates. Xiaofei has been dieting recently, following a ketogenic diet. We noticed she was a bit slow these past few days, so we encouraged her to eat some carbs, but she's very determined and hasn't."

"Just the ketogenic diet?"

"We eat very little meat, we mainly rely on hunger," another girl replied.

"How long have you been hungry?" Zhao Zhe asked, picking up the conversation.

None of the girls spoke.

Zhao Zhe had a terrible image; he was not only old-fashioned but also dressed rudely, so nobody wanted to talk to him.

"How long have you been hungry? How many meals have you eaten each day?" Ji Xiang asked.

"For about a month, she only ate one meal a day, but most of the time she didn't eat anything at all," several girls said in a chatter. "She fainted once a few days ago; she only ate an apple that day."

"It might be starvation ketosis," Ji Xiang said.

"What is this?"

Ji Xiang didn't answer. When he saw the ICU director come to pick up the patient, he smiled slightly, thanked the girls, and turned to leave.

"That doctor looks familiar."

"It feels like I've seen it somewhere before; it's familiar to me."

"It's right in front of me, but I can't remember it."

Ji Xiang heard the girls behind him whispering to each other.

Perhaps they never imagined that they would encounter a "celebrity" when they came to take their classmate to see a doctor?

Ji Xiang was slightly distressed and greatly envied Lin Jiuze's invisibility skills.

If only I could become invisible.

Especially after participating in the show, I felt like I really needed this skill.

"I remember now! The young doctor who operated on Neymar!"

"Isn't it the First Affiliated Hospital of Hangzhou Medical University?"

"What?! You didn't even watch the program carefully! They were there for internships, and that doctor is from the Second Affiliated Hospital!"

Ji Xiang vaguely heard them talking, and before they could react, he quickly left.

Imagine how embarrassing it would be if a few young girls in a hospital chased after you asking for your autograph and contact information.

Zhao Zhe hadn't even caught his breath when he ran over, and then he followed Ji Xiang back.

"Xiao Ji, slow down, slow down."

Halfway through the run, Zhao Zhe couldn't take it anymore; his lungs felt like they were on fire, and he was drenched in sweat.

"Brother Zhao, your health isn't good."

"I'm actually fine, it's just that I can't run," Zhao Zhe said helplessly. "Why would you run?"

"Those girls recognized me."

"So what if they recognize me? It's no big deal."

"To avoid trouble."

Zhao Zhe pulled Ji Xiang in his white coat and plopped down on the steps, panting heavily.

"Xiao Ji, your habit of running through fire escape routes is really dangerous, I really can't keep up with you."

"Hey, Brother Zhao, you've never encountered a patient who smells like a rotten apple?" Ji Xiang asked.

"No, I finally smelled it this time." Zhao Zhe said with some relief, "Next time I encounter a similar patient, even if there's only a faint smell, I'll be able to make a diagnosis."

"They don't even bother to revise the clinical textbooks," Ji Xiang said with some regret.

"It might be quite difficult. Speaking of which, I met a female patient when I was in Yuanliao," Zhao Zhe said, catching his breath as he spoke to Ji Xiang. "Ducraloma in situ of the mammary duct, the books say that the tumor cells mainly grow along the mammary ducts. On mammography, it can appear as malignant calcifications along the ducts."

"However, malignant calcifications along the duct are extremely rare in clinical practice. They are usually diffuse changes. As for textbooks, they were written many years ago and have never been revised."

"One day, the breast surgery department encountered a patient with a very typical malignant calcification along the duct. A very obvious high-density line extended along the duct. The breast surgery department was shocked. All the doctors looked at the images together, and the head of the department even gave a small lecture."

"..."

"Later, we took pictures of the films and kept them for future lectures. We also asked the radiology department to develop several more copies of the films, which they considered their department's prized possessions."

"That's so exaggerated." Ji Xiang exclaimed in surprise.

"You have no idea, Xiao Ji. A student comes to the textbook and asks, 'Teacher, the book clearly says that a high-density line extends along the catheter, but what does it look like?' But the supervising teacher can't explain it, or he explains it to the student but hasn't even seen a real case himself. It's incredibly embarrassing."

"It smells like rotten apples? But we can't quite put our finger on it." Ji Xiang smiled.

"That doesn't matter. I'm lucky today, I finally ran into someone!" Zhao Zhe said excitedly. "By the way, once our Yuanliao hospital had a dispute complaint. Because the patient's symptoms were quite typical, the teacher called all the students to study it."

"When they left, the students were very polite, placing their hands in front of them and bowing deeply."

"The patient's family immediately objected when they saw it. I thought about it later, and they were right. It would be like saying goodbye to a corpse, which would look unlucky."

"Hahahaha," Ji Xiang laughed, "So, that's the reason for putting your hands behind your back?"

"More or less," Zhao Zhe said. "Xiao Ji, I can still smell rotten apples in my nose."

"..." Ji Xiang was speechless. Zhao Zhe was being too long-winded. He kept nagging about an odd smell.

But I was also a little excited.

Clinical experience is accumulated little by little; there are no shortcuts.

After resting for a few minutes, Zhao Zhe said with a bitter face, "Xiao Ji, how about we take the elevator?"

"OK."

Ji Xiang didn't force him, but the key was that Zhao Zhe looked like he was on the verge of death, and he was afraid that if Zhao Zhe climbed the stairs again, he might die suddenly.

……

Lin Jiu didn't follow to smell the rotten apples. He had originally run out, but then received a call from Tang Chenghua.

"Teacher, is it urgent so late?"

"Wenban Yama's surgery is complete," Tang Chenghua said in a deep voice.

Wenban Yama!

If the teacher hadn't brought it up, Lin Jiu would have completely forgotten about him.

(End of this chapter)