Healing Doctor

Chapter 706 Rescue? Why not rescue them!

"What I mean is—you need to be extra careful. Don't go into Old Wang's ward without wearing a white coat. Otherwise, if something goes wrong one day, don't blame me for not warning you."

"Oh, I understand."

Seeing Ji Xiang's indifferent expression, Shen Lang felt a sense of boredom.

He sighed, his voice filled with anger and frustration at their lack of ambition.

"Brother Lang, why are you sighing?"

"You guys are really boring. This is such an interesting piece of gossip, why don't you care?" Shen Lang said helplessly.

"Heh," Ji Xiang laughed, "It's very interesting, indeed very interesting."

Seeing Ji Xiang say this, Shen Lang knew that Ji Xiang was just making excuses for him, and felt even more helpless.

He waved his hand, stubbed out his cigarette, poured water on the remaining cigarette butts, and threw them into the trash can.

This is the cardiothoracic surgery department. The ward is large and there are many patients. Ji Xiang began to learn with great interest what Professor Zhou's department could do.

This is much more interesting than Shen Lang's gossip, at least that's what Ji Xiang thinks.

After a long day of work, Professor Zhou walked into his office with his hands behind his back just before leaving get off work.

Ji Xiang immediately stood up.

He had complete trust in Professor Zhou and admired his abilities.

It seems that, apart from the system NPCs, Professor Zhou is the strongest person in Ji Xiang's mind.

Every time he descends from the sky, he solves the problem, like a hero riding on auspicious seven-colored clouds.

"Xiao Ji, you've just arrived at the department, so take some time to adjust. If you have any questions, just let me know," Professor Zhou said gently.

"Okay!" Ji Xiang replied with a smile.

"One more thing, I have something to tell you."

Ji Xiang focused his mind.

Professor Zhou didn't speak, but instead looked at the doorway.

Ji Xiang was very quick-witted; he understood in less than a second and went to close the door.

Professor Zhou smiled slightly, quite satisfied.

"Xiao Ji, Old Wang from the upper room, be careful when you handle things. Let Shen Lang do what he can, just observe."

"!!!" Ji Xiang never expected that Professor Zhou would tell him this!

How come even a professional like Professor Zhou Congwen has started believing in these ghosts and gods?

This unscientific!

The surgery performed on Neymar was named after the initials of the system NPC and Professor Zhou. In Ji Xiang's mind, Professor Zhou was a highly learned and influential figure in the medical field, the kind of person whose every move could shake the world.

Surprisingly, Zhou Congwen, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, also believed in this!

"Director, I don't understand what you mean." Ji Xiang stiffened his neck, his stubbornness rising, and said in a low voice.

Professor Zhou, however, was not displeased. He squinted at Ji Xiang, scrutinized him for about two seconds, and then said, "You've seen Old Wang's current caregiver, haven't you?"

"I saw it. He has two grandsons who take care of him, but they rarely come."

"None of them are easy to deal with," Professor Zhou said. "As a doctor, you need to learn to read faces. This is your task. Don't look at Old Wang too much. His illness isn't serious; he's just old and has multiple organ failure. He can't be saved."

Ji Xiang's mind stirred slightly.

"But Old Wang's two grandsons are rather typical examples of unconventional patients' families."

"Director, what do you mean?" Ji Xiang pressed.

Professor Zhou stood up, put his hands behind his back, and left without even patting Ji Xiang on the head three times.

Looking at Professor Zhou's back, Ji Xiang felt that the shadow was somewhat similar to that of the system NPC, as if they were made from the same mold.

Is this a hint from an NPC? Ji Xiang recalled Professor Zhou's words and a sense of doubt arose in his mind.

Old Wang has two grandsons. They rarely appear, but every time they do, something happens.

Everyone was stubborn and unruly, and they didn't get along well with the nurses. They would find fault with anyone who showed up.

Professor Zhou is referring to this, right? It is indeed difficult to communicate with the families of patients in similar situations.

This empathy session was rather boring. First, I listened to some random gossip, and then Professor Zhou assigned me a task.

Old Wang's two grandsons rarely visit him, and he doesn't even have a caregiver; he's always been cared for by doctors and nurses.

Ji Xiang had no idea what the content about empathy was.

However, Shen Lang always appeared by Ji Xiang's side. He even told Ji Xiang in a serious manner that if there was any trouble on Old Wang's side, he should call him directly and he would come from home.

If this gossipy spirit were applied to medicine, how much would it improve technological levels?!

Ji Xiang felt a little regretful, what a waste of Shen Lang's excellent physique, a standard big beast.

One day, Ji Xiang was on duty.

At 11:30 p.m., the sound of arguing came from outside the door.

Ji Xiang shuffled out in his slippers and peeked out, only to see Old Wang's two grandsons arguing in the corridor.

Old Wang's condition was just as Professor Zhou described: he wasn't sick, he was just old, and no matter how many injections or medicines he took, it was useless.

These past few days, Shen Lang, who is in charge of the patients' beds, has been calling his two grandsons, asking them to come to the hospital so that Shen Lang can communicate with them.

But his two grandsons never came, and when Shen Lang called too many times, they simply started cursing.

Why are you here in the middle of the night? Ji Xiang was a little puzzled.

But he remembered Shen Lang's greeting and turned around to call Shen Lang.

Shen Lang, who was already half asleep, immediately perked up when he heard that Old Wang's grandson had arrived, and told Ji Xiang that he would be there soon.

He also instructed Ji Xiang to listen carefully to what the two were saying.

Ji Xiang didn't peek out; he opened the door a crack and listened carefully.

"Save him? Of course we should save him! Why shouldn't we save him? The old man gets so much retirement pension every month, and we just won't save him? Are you crazy?"

One person said.

"There's no point in trying to save him; it's better to go home."

"No point? That old geezer gets 2 yuan a month in retirement pay, and I haven't seen you take less."

"!!!" Ji Xiang was stunned. A retirement pension of 2 yuan a month? That's too generous.

"I was talking about the illness, it has nothing to do with this."

"How can it not matter? That old codger had a former boss who spent a year and a half in the ICU. Every extra day he lived meant a day's worth of money, so why shouldn't he get paid!"

"It's not like you have to pay anything; it's all virtual hospital information, just a phone call is all it takes."

"Grandpa is suffering," another grandson said.

"You think you're the only good person?!"

"That's not what I meant. I just wanted to bring you here to discuss this together."

"What's there to discuss? Just go straight to the ICU, put them on all the necessary machines. If the hospital kills a perfectly healthy person, I'll smash up the hospital director's office!"

A flash of lightning struck Ji Xiang's mind.

So that's how it is!

No wonder the patients that Director Liu brought to see had no therapeutic value whatsoever, yet he still sought a hospital-wide consultation.

No wonder all the directors remained silent, pretending to be ignorant even though they knew the truth.

No wonder everyone had mixed feelings.

"I understand!" Ji Xiang felt a surge of joy, but then became dazed.

This is a contradiction.

The two grandsons of Old Wang outside were arguing, just like there were two little people fighting inside Ji Xiang's heart.

The grandson who asked to be discharged was right.

Continuing treatment is pointless; it only makes the elderly suffer needlessly.

(End of this chapter)