Healing Doctor

Chapter 690 needs extra money!

"That's how much they drank," Ji Xiang remarked.

"Young man, you don't understand. Drinking may not be good for the body, but for the spirit, wine is the flesh of the gods."

Ji Xiang found the burly man's words interesting and not vulgar at all, but rather somewhat artistic, a stark contrast to the dragon on his back. So he smiled and asked, "Your wife is pretty ruthless, isn't she? Is she yours?"

"That woman!" the burly man said bitterly.

Ji Xiang wanted to ask why they didn't get a divorce, but he swallowed the words back.

Ji Xiang knew better than to advise reconciliation rather than separation.

"Young man, do you have something to say?" The burly man looked rough, but he was actually very thoughtful. He turned to look at Ji Xiang.

"Don't move, the scales you just aligned will become crooked again if you move them," Ji Xiang said quickly.

"Okay, okay, I got it. I won't move," the burly man said. "Young man, are you wondering why I'm not getting a divorce?"

"Hey." Ji Xiang neither admitted nor denied it.

"Let me tell you, I don't have much self-control. I didn't drink much when I was a kid, but I suddenly became depressed when I went abroad to study in an unfamiliar environment."

Depression!

Ji Xiang immediately thought of his own recent experience that resonated with him.

The inner world of people with mental illnesses is terrifying. They may appear normal, but no one knows what kind of torment they go through every day.

"Don't you think I'm the kind of person who shouldn't be studying abroad?" The burly man laughed heartily, quite pleased with himself.

"Uh, it's okay."

"When I studied abroad, there were very few diploma mills, and a degree was valuable, unlike now, where if your family has a pittance, you can go abroad and get a diploma. But recently, it seems that diplomas are no longer useful. Think about it, these things are so common now, how could they still be useful?"

The burly man was very talkative and easygoing.

"That's true. Where did you study abroad?"

"British, I got it through my own exams. Don't let my past fool you with my cringey and tattooed appearance when I was younger; I was a top student."

"Impressive." Ji Xiang began sewing the scales on the strong man's back.

"When I went to study abroad, I felt incredibly depressed, kind of like I was having trouble adjusting to the new environment. Later, some classmates threw a party, and I tried drinking a few bottles of beer. I felt dizzy, and that feeling of depression just disappeared!"

"How should I put it? It's about relaxing your emotions, enjoying the state of drinking, and going from one extreme to the other."

As Ji Xiang listened to the burly man recount his experience studying abroad, his eyes began to blur under the bright white light.

Suturing is indeed a minor task, but the burly man demanded that all the scales be aligned during the cosmetic suturing process. This demand was simply outrageous!

Even for Ji Xiang, who is able to see things clearly, this is a big job.

The main reason is that over time, as the man grows from youth to adulthood, he develops a lot of fatty tissue under his skin, which has long since deformed the scales.

It is extremely difficult, both in theory and in practice, to align and sew each piece together perfectly.

Ji Xiang even felt it was more difficult than performing surgery on Neymar.

Then there was the burly man recounting his drinking history, from drinking to combat depression while studying abroad, to drinking more and more until it almost reached the point of alcoholism, and then to getting married.

After we got married, my wife told me not to drink so much, but I had to drink a lot for social occasions.

He recounted his experiences as if they were his own treasures, feeling like a priest listening to people confess.

These are two jobs, so I need to get extra pay!

Ji Xiang thought to himself.

Every stitch, whether it's a cosmetic suture or not, was done perfectly by Ji Xiang.

After more than two hours, he finally restored the dragon that had been broken in the middle to its original state and overcame the interference of the transformation.

Looking at his stitched back, Ji Xiang was quite satisfied.

"Alright, let's go pay the bill and get a tetanus shot in a bit."

"My wife is only doing this for my own good. If it weren't for her, I would have frozen to death from alcoholism by now," the burly man concluded.

He stood up and turned around several times to look behind him, but he couldn't see anything.

Ji Xiang took a picture with his phone.

The burly man looked at the photo and was quite satisfied.

"Young man, your skills are truly impressive! Awesome! I never expected you to sew so well."

"good."

The burly man put on his clothes and went out. A middle-aged woman in her forties glared at him fiercely at the door, grabbed his ear, pulled him into a corner, and scolded him like a son.

Ji Xiang smiled slightly as he watched the couple arguing.

"Xiao Ji, you've worked hard today," Meng Qingfei said, feeling a little guilty and embarrassed.

"My eyes are getting blurry; the footlights in our treatment room are too bright," Ji Xiang complained kindly.

"Normally, larger sutures are sent to the inpatient department, and the emergency room only needs three to five stitches to finish. I didn't even notice the brightness of the foot lamp."

"Teacher Meng, that couple is quite interesting."

Ji Xiang glanced at the burly man being lectured by his ear in the corner and said.

"Hey." Meng Qingfei smiled.

Ji Xiang gave him a brief account of the strong man's life story.

"I see," Meng Qingfei said. "Speaking of tattoos, I know a girl, about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with tattoos on her arms. Her parents asked me to introduce her to a boyfriend."

"I chatted with the girl for a while and asked her what kind of guy she was looking for. She said someone normal would be fine. Because she has tattoos, it's hard for her to find a boyfriend. She also complained that everyone discriminates against people with tattoos, and that she's a good girl."

"I asked them, 'Why don't you look within your tattoo community?'"

Ji Xiang grinned.

It seems that Meng Qingfei is also unwilling to indulge that girl.

Meng Qingfei shrugged. "She never contacted me again. But if you have tattoos, you can just get them removed. Everyone has a reckless youth."

As he spoke, Meng Qingfei looked at Ji Xiang.

It seems like the person in front of me never actually did.

"Tattoos vary depending on the location. There are quite a few interpretations of tattoos on the lower abdomen. Some bosses have mentioned it during casual conversations when they came down for consultations." Meng Qingfei sighed. "I really don't understand what young people are thinking."

"The lower abdomen, that seems to be a habit in certain circles. Just avoid contact with it once you encounter it," Ji Xiang said.

"I've heard from the bosses that they're very careful around people with tattoos on their lower abdomen or lower back. Especially for emergency room patients, they test them for HIV and syphilis immediately. The probability of a positive result is very high, so it's best to be cautious."

Ji Xiang didn't know much about this either. He only knew that some people in a certain circle would get strange patterns tattooed on their lower abdomen and lower back, like some kind of ritual.

The couple in the corner had finished their "exchange," and the woman returned with the dejected man.

"Doctor, I'm so sorry to trouble you," the woman said politely. "Could you please write me a receipt? I'll go pay now."

After saying that, she turned back and glared at the man.

The man was honest and obedient, like a little lamb.

(End of this chapter)