Healing Doctor

Chapter 696 It's not about money, it's about attitude.

Meng Qingfei didn't smell any alcohol on the patient, but he still inquired indirectly.

"After the stitches are done, you'll need a tetanus shot. Have you been drinking?"

"no."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Meng Qingfei fell silent. He could sense that the patient was carrying endless troubles, so he subconsciously distanced himself from them.

His external injuries looked somewhat complicated, but compared to the black urine he had just suffered, they were quite simple, and Meng Qingfei didn't want to cause any more trouble.

The less trouble, the better.

Meng Qingfei had absolutely no interest in knowing why the patient was so stubborn.

Meng Qingfei thought so, but Ji Xiang didn't.

Ji Xiang also realized that something was wrong with the patient, but he simply couldn't articulate it clearly.

Seeing that Meng Qingfei was about to pack up and clean his wounds, he asked for the key again to change his clothes.

Upon arriving at the duty room, Ji Xiang focused his mind and entered the system operating room.

"Hello, teacher." Ji Xiang bowed and greeted the system NPC politely.

"Here you are." The system NPC smiled.

"Teacher, I just encountered a strange patient in the emergency room."

Ji Xiang told the system NPC about the patient with facial trauma.

"Oh, what do you want to do?" The system NPC hunched over, not even looking at Ji Xiang, and asked in a low voice.

"I suspect the patient has a mental illness. If so, we need to see a guardian. Although the patient may have a similar illness, having scars on their face is disfiguring, which is never a good thing."

Ji Xiang shared his thoughts.

The system NPC smiled, a kind smile spreading across his wrinkled face.

"No, Teacher Yao?" Ji Xiang was taken aback. He knew a little about the system NPCs and knew that if an old man showed this kind of expression, it meant he had guessed wrong.

"I didn't see the patient you claimed to have seen; I only heard your account, which is biased. Your judgment is most likely wrong," the system NPC said, mimicking a doctor's manner of speaking, trying to shift the blame.

Ji Xiang scratched his head. The doctor's words were really irritating. He guessed that lawyers and other professions would also talk like that.

"However, I feel that the patient you mentioned is unlikely to have a mental illness," the system NPC said.

"But he didn't care at all about the wound on his face. He didn't cover it with his hands when he came in, and he wasn't nervous at all, as if it was someone else who was injured," Ji Xiang said.

"Anything else?"

"Or maybe he has this kind of fetish? That could be considered a mental illness, right?" Ji Xiang thought of another explanation.

"If you have similar feelings, would you like to give it a try?" the system NPC asked.

"???"

Ji Xiang was stunned for a moment.

Does this mean I'm going to have to go through the same experience again, coming to the hospital early in the morning to take photos of the shift handover and then posting them in the group chat for people with depression?

However, the system NPC made it very clear that he did not consider this patient to have a mental illness.

Ji Xiang hesitated for a moment, not having had a chance to ask the system NPC about black urine, then nodded, preparing to see what this strange patient had gone through.

"I suggest you try to understand this kind of patient from an outsider's perspective," the system NPC said.

"Okay, teacher."

Upon entering the adjacent operating room, where lights flickered, Ji Xiang seemed to see an indescribable smile on the face of the system NPC.

I closed my eyes and suddenly a musty smell wafted over me.

This is……

Ji Xiang opened his eyes and saw a pile of garbage on the floor, a coffee table with chicken bones, and a young woman lying on the sofa watching a TV series.

"Ji Xiang, why are you only just getting back!" the woman said, displeased.

"..." Ji Xiang paused for a moment, then began to try to recall.

Unlike patients with depression who cannot recall past experiences, this time the memories of the person they empathized with appeared clearly in their mind.

"Myself" is 28 years old and works as a business manager at a company. I just returned home after a two-week business trip.

The woman at home is "my" wife. We've been married for two years, and she's pregnant.

Because she wants to have a child, she works very hard.

But it always seems like there's not enough money.

Ji Xiang got a rough idea of ​​the situation. "He" had already changed his shoes, taken off his coat, and started tidying up the house.

She familiarly started tidying up from the kitchen.

In the kitchen, the piles of bowls and chopsticks were covered in mold, and Ji Xiang could even vaguely see mushrooms growing on them.

This must have been left behind by the woman when "I" was away on a business trip, after she had eaten a few meals at home. If it weren't for the two weeks that it hadn't been there, the mushrooms wouldn't have grown at all.

That's going too far!

Ji Xiang had never seen such a lazy person.

Although Ji Xiang himself was unwilling to do housework, he couldn't imagine that someone could be so lazy that mushrooms would grow on the dishes and chopsticks.

The smell I just smelled was probably mold from the bowls and chopsticks. I wonder if it might cause fungal pneumonia if left for too long.

"She" is very diligent and tidies up the house immediately.

"Ji Xiang, I have some good news to tell you." The young woman lay on the sofa, not even showing any intention of helping.

"Linlin, what's wrong?" "Myself" asked.

"My brother's girlfriend is pregnant. That guy is pretty amazing. He came to our house a while ago and said he was going to get his girlfriend pregnant. He did it so quickly."

"..." From an outsider's perspective, Ji Xiang could no longer stand it.

It's one thing if the house is a bit dirty and messy, but this kind of values ​​is so appalling that they should be exiled to Ningguta.

But then again, what did the people of Mudanjiang do wrong to deserve being exiled to Ningguta?

"Uh..." "Myself" didn't speak, but seemed to realize something, and his hands trembled a little as he washed the dishes.

"My younger brother is getting married. The bride price is 30 yuan, and we need to buy a house. The down payment is about 65 yuan."

"..." "Oneself" remained silent.

"Ji Xiang, say something!"

"That's good, congratulations." "I" replied perfunctorily.

"My parents came yesterday, and we discussed it. We don't have the money, but my brother is in a hurry. The girl's family said that this is already the lowest price they can offer, and they can't lower it any further."

"Her family said they didn't want money, they just wanted an attitude."

"Oneself" remained silent. Ji Xiang sensed the complex emotions within and watched the scene with great interest.

I've always heard of "brother-supporting demons" (a term used to describe women who are overly protective of their brothers), but I never expected that a system NPC would throw me into the home of one of them.

"My brother is getting married, we have to lend a hand," the woman said decisively.

"Myself" gave a wry smile. "That's for sure, for sure."

After saying that, "myself" sighed deeply, knowing that there was no escaping it, and asked, "Well, this amount of money is a bit much. I calculated that it would be close to one million, and our family doesn't have that much money. My salary card is in your hands, and I have to subsidize my brother-in-law with about ten thousand every month. It seems that our family doesn't have much savings."

"Ji Xiang! Are you trying to settle accounts with me?!" the woman shrieked.

(End of this chapter)