Healing Doctor

Chapter 701 Good Guy Card

Ji Xiang didn't speak. He stood behind Meng Qingfei, watching him type each line of text.

In the past, Ji Xiang would never have understood what Meng Qingfei was doing. His written communication was already very standardized, but Meng Qingfei was still not satisfied.

But now Ji Xiang deeply understands Meng Qingfei's inner struggles and hesitations.

Because the system NPC didn't explain the specific solution, only outlining a general principle, Ji Xiang watched quietly, waiting to see what Meng Qingfei was planning to do.

However, Ji Xiang was still very emotional.

Although Meng Qingfei did not have the support of the operating room system or the guidance of the system NPCs, he had a high level of comprehension and saw through the essence of the problem at a glance.

This!

It's packed with clinical experience!!

He seemed dissatisfied with every word he typed, and would immediately delete it, agonizing over it all.

A few minutes later, Meng Qingfei started pulling at his hair in distress.

"Teacher Meng, what are you struggling with?" Ji Xiang pretended to be confused even though he knew the answer.

Meng Qingfei shook his head. "Let me think about it carefully. You can't help with this. Wait a moment, I'll explain the whole story to you in detail when we have time, so you won't make the same mistake when you encounter similar patients."

"Teacher Meng, this kind of thing... doesn't seem to have anything to do with the emergency department," Ji Xiang whispered a reminder.

Meng Qingfei sighed, "Xiao Ji, I know this is a trap. Look at the heads of ophthalmology, otolaryngology, neurosurgery, and oral surgery. None of them are over thirty years old."

"Well……"

"They're young and inexperienced; if they fall into a trap, it'll be a bottomless pit. I can see that, so I'll lend them a hand."

Ji Xiang was stunned.

In the hospital, he mostly encountered people who would shift the blame onto others, and rarely did he encounter anyone who would take the blame upon themselves.

Meng Qingfei is a special case.

He is a good person.

However, Ji Xiang smiled immediately, as if saying Meng Qingfei was a good person was not a compliment.

In the last twenty years, "good guy card" has become an insult. The girl said it like that, and the thought that came to mind in the hospital was still the same.

Meng Qingfei pondered for a long time before typing out a passage word by word.

The doctor-patient communication was mediocre; no problems were apparent, there was no assertiveness, and no demonstration that the doctor had taken control of the situation.

Just as the system NPC said, Meng Qingfei had unconsciously managed to conceal his true abilities. Anyone unaware of the underlying reasons would surely say that Meng Qingfei's communication was insufficiently detailed, even worse than an intern's.

But Ji Xiang understood that Meng Qingfei's skill was consummate and had reached a state of perfection.

After finishing the communication, Meng Qingfei finally let out a long sigh.

"Xiao Ji, can you tell me what's wrong with what I wrote?"

The patient's injuries were severe, with extremely contaminated skin lesions. Due to financial constraints, the patient acknowledged the cost of non-traumatic cosmetic sutures but stated they could not afford it, and therefore opted for…

"Teacher, it's exceptionally well written," Ji Xiang praised sincerely.

"What's so good about it?" Meng Qingfei turned to look into Ji Xiang's eyes, a hint of mockery on his lips.

"Strictly maintain neutrality." After thinking for a long time, Ji Xiang gave a seemingly inappropriate evaluation.

Meng Qingfei laughed heartily.

Ji Xiang's four words struck a chord deep within me.

When Meng Qingfei spoke to the patient, the patient's expression changed from serious to relieved, and finally to relaxed as he listened to Meng Qingfei explain word by word.

"Brother Meng, is there any damage to my hands...?" The boss outside the gate was only halfway through his sentence when Meng Qingfei stepped on his foot.

The boss outside the city had already changed his clothes and was barefoot in slippers when Meng Qingfei stepped on him, causing him to cry out in pain.

"Following the patient's wishes, we'll use regular sutures," Meng Qingfei said, making the initial assessment, fearing that the executives might say something inappropriate. "However, I've already written here that regular sutures may leave severe scars and could potentially affect the function of your facial organs."

"Doctor, I understand." The patient picked up a pen, signed the document, and then, without looking for ink, dipped his hand in his own blood and pressed it down to leave a bloody fingerprint.

"There's one more." Meng Qingfei handed the second informed consent form to the patient.

Do the same.

"It's clearly written here, due to economic constraints. Alas, we're all pitiful people, you are, and so are we." Meng Qingfei sighed, "If I had any skills, would I, at over forty years old, still be burning the midnight oil to treat patients in the emergency room?"

Ji Xiang knew that Meng Qingfei was trying to evoke empathy from the patients and reduce their hostility as much as possible. In case something really went wrong, this statement could at least reduce hostility by 1%.

"Doctors, thank you for your hard work." The patient clearly resonated with the doctor's words and said sincerely.

"It's not hard work. You know, people still need to make money. Alright, you can take turns stitching, no need to go to the operating room. Here's the tetanus test form, we'll pay it all together later," Meng Qingfei said. "Thank you all for your hard work, I'm going to get some sleep."

Meng Qingfei washed his hands and then wiped them behind his back.

The head of the ENT ward gave Meng Qingfei a disdainful look, but said nothing in front of the patients.

She disliked Meng Qingfei for being unhygienic and for not considering the patients' needs, even refusing to use non-invasive sutures, presumably because she thought Meng Qingfei was afraid of trouble.

Ji Xiang noticed her expression.

"Teacher Meng, no one else knows what you've done."

"After we went outside," Ji Xiang said.

"Why should we let them know?" Meng Qingfei countered.

"..."

"That's good enough. You just have to bear these things yourself." Meng Qingfei pulled Ji Xiang to the duty room. "Ji, do you know what happened?"

"I know a little bit, Professor Meng, please go first."

Meng Qingfei recounted a clinical case, which wasn't as compelling as a personal account, but the general meaning was the same.

"The patient is determined to obtain a disability assessment, and I feel there is at least an 80% chance."

"Yes, Teacher Meng, you're right." Ji Xiang nodded.

Meng Qingfei truly has a wealth of clinical experience.

"I have a bit of a paranoia, so when I see someone else have encountered it, I start thinking about what I would do if it happened to me. I don't usually think about it, but when I saw him with blood all over his face and not covering it up at all, I roughly guessed what had happened."

"The patient's facial expressions also reveal something during the communication process," Ji Xiang added.

"So, don't make a fuss, and try to clear yourselves of any responsibility. Doctors without clinical experience will write down the facts about this kind of thing and explain it to the patient, including the potential size of the scar. But if you encounter someone who's very particular..."

"Teacher Meng, what happened in the end when you encountered a similar situation last time?" Ji Xiang understood the previous events very well, so he asked about the outcome directly.

Meng Qingfei's expression darkened slightly, and he sighed, saying, "Two years later, that doctor was stabbed. At the time, the reports said it was an unrelated doctor who was stabbed, a case of indiscriminate revenge against society, but I know it was definitely related to what happened two years ago."

"..."

Ji Xiang was taken aback.

(End of this chapter)