Healing Doctor

Chapter 71 Taking Parents to Surgery?

Ji Xiang returned the Zebra guide wire to General Manager Wu.

"That's fine."

Mr. Wu picked up the mirror, glanced at himself, and muttered subconsciously, "How did he get in?"

Just now, he only noticed that Ji Xiang's hand gestures were particularly standard, and even the vaguely visible threshold was clearer. President Wu had some insights.

But to his surprise, Ji Xiang actually inserted the guide wire into the ureter and successfully placed the catheter.

This is simply a myth.

The anesthesiologist didn't even notice what was happening on the operating table, while the circulating nurse stared at Mr. Wu in horror, blinking hard as if she had just witnessed a hallucination.

The circulating nurses at the main distribution station know all too well how difficult it is to locate the ureteral orifice using a zebra guidewire.

Her teasing remarks to Mr. Wu were just casual jokes; otherwise, if everyone remained silent face-to-face, they would definitely become depressed after six months.

In most cases, whether it's Dr. Wu Qingshi, Dr. Liu, or other professors leading the group performing laser lithotripsy, the pressure from the hydraulic pump is needed to locate the ureteral orifice.

Unexpectedly, the trainee that General Manager Wu brought to the stage succeeded in one fell swoop.

"Dr. Ji, how did you do that?" Mr. Wu asked again when Ji Xiang didn't speak.

"Mr. Wu, let's proceed with the surgery." Ji Xiang, holding the zebra guidewire with one hand, stepped back to his assistant's position.

Ji Xiang was very satisfied that the problem was solved without the need for a "superior doctor's gaze".

But +3 experience points seems a bit low, and Ji Xiang pondered where the problem lay.

Mr. Wu paused for a moment, then gave a wry smile.

I wanted to give Ji Xiang some benefits, but my deepest thought was to teach him how to be a person—for resident physicians, the most important thing is learning and building a solid foundation, not...

however,

Ji Xiang successfully placed the zebra guidewire, leaving Mr. Wu speechless.

At that moment, he truly felt himself slide tackle and successfully send himself into the tiger's belly.

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It was a guess, it must have been a guess.

Mr. Wu made excuses for himself.

The surgery was still ongoing. Although Mr. Wu seemed a little distracted, Ji Xiang, who was by his side, cooperated very well, steadily breaking up the large stones and removing them little by little.

After the surgery was completed, Ji Xiang went to take the patient to the hospital, and the circulating nurse came to Mr. Wu.

"General Wu, who did you bring up here?"

"..." Mr. Wu was also somewhat bewildered.

"Bringing a parent to surgery? Is that even possible?"

"!!!"

"Is he your mentor, Lao Liu? How come he's so young?" the circulating nurse asked.

Mr. Wu was both amused and exasperated.

"Sister, that's one of our resident trainees," General Manager Wu said truthfully.

"Staff member? Don't fucking rubbish." The circulating nurse said disdainfully, "I was with you when you first started laser lithotripsy in urology. Your Lao Liu spent 5 hours on the first surgery."

As she spoke, the circulating nurse stretched out her hand, waving her five bright fingers in front of Mr. Wu.

"It really put Lao Liu in a difficult position back then; his eyes almost popped into his bladder," the circulating nurse said. "Someone even suggested making a small incision to insert the zebra guidewire."

"..."

Mr. Wu sighed deeply.

The circulating nurse said something unpleasant, like stuffing her eyes into her bladder... At the time, Director Liu was just looking at the camera and her eyes were blurry; her face almost touched the lens. It wasn't that exaggerated.

"Later, the interventional radiology department staff came to help insert the guidewire. Things have gotten better in recent years. Old Liu is quite skillful and learns things quickly."

"Don't even mention you, even if you asked your husband Lao Liu, he wouldn't be able to do it so smoothly."

"Sister, you know how difficult this surgery is. The bladder isn't a flat sheet of paper; it has so many folds inside, the ureters..."

"Nonsense, look at that junior resident, he inserted the zebra guidewire in one go."

"I...I..." Wu stammered.

"What?" the circulating nurse frowned. "You think he's faking it?"

Mr. Wu didn't speak. He recalled the corpus cavernosum puncture and how Ji Xiang solved the problem with a tube of erythromycin ointment when he had an air embolism.

The overlapping of several images made the entire surgical process even more confusing and unclear.

"Strange." The circulating nurse didn't have much time. After exchanging a few words with Mr. Wu, she started packing her things to prepare for the next surgery.

After pondering for a long time, General Manager Wu decided to have Ji Xiang perform the next surgery from the beginning so that he could observe it carefully.

However, this is a level three surgery, and there are definitely taboos about letting a resident trainee perform it. General Manager Wu decided to keep his eyes wide open and be vigilant, and to immediately stop Ji Xiang if he made any improper operation.

"Mr. Wu, you don't seem quite right today," the anesthesiologist said with a smile as he waited for the patient to come up on the operating table.

"It's nothing." Mr. Wu's hat was covered in Ji Xiang's hair, making him look like a young girl in her first love, with dopamine surging through his body and his cheeks flushed.

"Being a boss is really tough for you guys," the anesthesiologist said. "You're stuck in the hospital all day and can't even go home. By the way, Mr. Wu, did you not sleep well last night? You were woken up many times in the middle of the night. You don't seem to be feeling well today."

Mr. Wu sat absentmindedly in the corner, waiting for Ji Xiang and the students from the circulating nurses to bring up the next patient.

He completely ignored the anesthesiologist's casual conversation.

"It's true that you can't sleep well."

As he spoke, a smile suddenly appeared in the anesthesiologist's eyes.

"Mr. Wu, speaking of which, when the nurse woke you up this morning..."

His tone began to drift away.

"what?"

Mr. Wu sensed that something was amiss.

"When I was in college, my girlfriend and I rented a house off-campus." The anesthesiologist raised his middle finger and pushed up his glasses. "At first, my girlfriend would make me breakfast every day and wake me up."

"Later on, they just woke me up, but didn't even give me breakfast."

"Why isn't there breakfast? Are you worried the food will get cold?" The circulating nurse understood the implied meaning from the sound of the piano.

Once you get used to it, no matter how fast you go, you'll feel like you're standing still.

"Hahaha." The anesthesiologist laughed with a hint of smugness.

"Keep bragging!" the circulating nurse said disdainfully.

Mr. Wu paused for a moment before he understood what the anesthesiologist meant.

When you're young in college, you really shouldn't let your girlfriend wake you up early.

"hey-hey."

Even with a lot on his mind, Mr. Wu couldn't help but smile when he thought of his carefree college days.

"What was your mindset when the nurse woke you up?" the anesthesiologist asked.

"Don't even mention it," said General Manager Wu, full of energy. "Luckily, our department doesn't have any particularly urgent emergencies. I heard that the head of the cardiology department almost got a complaint once."

"What's wrong?"

"A patient had a heart attack. He was half asleep and said he was going to die, so he ran out barefoot. And then... hahaha." General Manager Wu laughed, "But he was fine. Being a chief resident, you know, after a month or two you're exhausted like a dog. You wake up in the morning with no reaction at all."

Just then, Ji Xiang brought the patient in.

Mr. Wu's gaze immediately fell on Ji Xiang, staring intently at the strange young man.

The things I just mentioned vanished like smoke, without a trace.

Ji Xiang came in with the medical record, first verified the patient's identity, then inserted the patient's films into the film reader, and checked the name and age printed on the films again.

His actions were so shrewd that even Mr. Wu couldn't keep his eyes open.

Is something wrong?

Ji Xiang did a great job, even displaying a very academic demeanor, following all clinical rules and regulations in every step.

He was as steady as an old dog with no teeth, without a trace of youthful recklessness or impetuosity.

After verifying the patient's information, the patient lay down on the operating table as instructed by Ji Xiang.

Ji Xiang took off the patient's pants and "put his legs on the support."

"doctor……"

The patient looked at Ji Xiang with a pitiful expression, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

This position is very embarrassing; a grown man like him probably has never experienced anything like it in his entire life.

The unfamiliarity brings a peculiar sense of fear.

"Have you ever ridden the giant swing?" Ji Xiang asked the patient instead of washing his hands or preparing to disinfect them.

"No, it's terrifying to look at. If someone fell from there, they'd be a pile of minced meat." The patient was successfully led astray by Ji Xiang.

"Me too," Ji Xiang smiled. "I was terrified the first time I played it, and I almost peed my pants. I didn't dare to play it again for a long time afterward, but then I found a way to stop being afraid."

"What method?"

"Stand below and look."

"..."

"Just bear with it, it'll be alright." Ji Xiang lifted one of the patient's legs and placed it on the support. "From now on, pay attention to your diet, drink more water, and move around more. We'll watch from below, and we promise you won't come up again."

"Uh...can it really work?"

"Of course, the nurses and attending physicians will give you health guidance after the surgery. If you feel it's not detailed enough, you can search online."

"As long as you pay attention, the chances of it happening again are slim." Ji Xiang helped the patient into position, chuckled, and said, "If you only do this once, it'll be tough for us doctors."

"Huh?" The patient was taken aback.

The doctor was standing right there watching, so what's there to feel uncomfortable about?

"We have prostate exams in our urology department, you know that?"

"I know, I've done it."

The patient gradually forgot about lying on the operating table in the lithotomy position; his thoughts were guided by Ji Xiang and entered another world.

"When I was in school, I did my internship and went to the outpatient clinic with my teachers." Ji Xiang said while quickly packing his things and chatting with the patients.

His conversation was very casual, much like that of a seasoned master, and had nothing to do with a green resident trainee.

Just listening to him chat with patients, no one would think he was a student who had just arrived at the clinic.

"One day, my teacher and I were leaving get off work when a patient stopped my teacher. The patient asked if I could give him a prostate massage for a week or two."

"!!!" The patient's eyes widened. "Why?"

"Hahaha," Ji Xiang laughed, "Guess what? My teacher was furious at the time, but he calmed down quickly and even joked that he would open a small clinic after retirement to massage people's prostates."

"..."

Everyone was speechless.

This junior trainee drives much faster than Mr. Wu; in comparison, Mr. Wu seems young and inexperienced.

"We've encountered this kind of thing far too many times."

As Ji Xiang spoke, he went to scrub his hands in preparation for disinfection.

The circulating nurse stared intently at Ji Xiang's retreating figure, then her gaze fell on General Manager Wu, silently asking a question.

Mr. Wu breathed a sigh of relief, his mask billowing high in the wind.

Compared to his surgical skills, the few words Ji Xiang spoke to the patient carried a deeper sense of eeriness.

The patient was no longer nervous, and his sense of shame was not as strong as before. Instead, he was talking to himself in surprise, seemingly pondering the matter of having his prostate massaged.

In Mr. Wu's mind, his evaluation of Ji Xiang had risen another level.

Mr. Wu had been hesitant about whether to have Ji Xiang perform the surgery from scratch, but after listening to Ji Xiang's conversation with the patient, he had an idea.

(End of this chapter)