Healing Doctor

Chapter 712 The people are all rotten.

As Ji Xiang faced the system NPC, recalling this empathetic experience, it felt like a dream.

"Dr. Ji, do you understand now?" the system NPC asked.

"Uh..." Ji Xiang thought for a moment and asked, "Teacher, I have a question."

"you say."

"The last time I truly empathized with someone suffering from mental illness, it was with the old director, Wang Chengfa, who gave exams every morning and exuded a murderous aura. This time, Old Wang is also named Wang Chengfa. Why?"

The system NPC paused for a rare moment.

Even the system NPCs didn't expect that the first question Ji Xiang asked after returning from empathizing with others would be about Wang Chengfa.

He smiled bitterly, "Director Wang was Zhou Congwen's former director. He suppressed Zhou Congwen all the way, and he was also an obstacle in Zhou Congwen's heart."

"Aren't you going to try to persuade them?" Ji Xiang asked.

Ji Xiang is an open-minded person, and perhaps because nothing has caused him any resentment so far, he couldn't understand Professor Zhou's actions.

"Take Zhao Zhe for example," the system NPC said. "He's a senior physician with many years of experience, and his skill level is quite good. At least he didn't have a teacher, and he can figure out new techniques on his own. No matter how you look at it, he's above average."

Ji Xiang recalled the difficulties Zhao Zhe encountered when he was transferred to another job, and realized that if he hadn't intervened, Zhao Zhe might have been bullied in Yuanliao City for the rest of his life. He understood a little bit about the similar mindset.

"Back then, I took the train to get a surgical procedure at the invitation of an old patient. I never expected to see Zhou Congwen as soon as I got off the train. He gave me the feeling that we looked alike," the system NPC remarked.

Ji Xiang listened quietly as the system NPC told him about the past.

"Some things can't be persuaded; that's just how Zhou Congwen was."

Ji Xiang never expected that the seemingly sunny Professor Zhou he had met through their shared experiences would also have a vengeful side.

But the system NPC only said one sentence before changing the subject, "You understood what I meant by empathy just now, right?"

"Human hearts are unpredictable," Ji Xiang said.

"Yes and no." The system NPC smiled at Ji Xiang. "You'll hardly encounter patients like this now, but I've seen plenty back then. To put it simply, many patients' families throw their elderly relatives into the intensive care unit for retirement pay, and many develop bedsores. In other words, their bodies are practically rotting away."

people,

It's all rotten.

Ji Xiang expressed regret over the description and expression of the system's NPCs.

But upon closer reflection, it seems that this is indeed the case.

The relatives outside don't care that the patient lying in the ICU still has vital signs, but is slowly decaying.

For them, retirement pension is the most important thing.

The longer their loved ones in the ICU live, the more retirement pensions they can receive.

The bright red banknotes are the most authentic.

Ji Xiang was speechless about this.

"You've seen similar things quite often in the hospital," the system NPC said. "Take it easy."

Ji Xiang nodded.

"As for anything else, I won't say more; you can figure it out for yourself."

"More?" Ji Xiang raised an eyebrow.

"Yes."

Seeing that the system NPC really wouldn't say much to him, Ji Xiang didn't ask any more questions. Suddenly, he remembered something, "Teacher, Shen Lang, is Brother Lang a doctor under Professor Zhou?"

"Yeah, I really like that kid, he's got a tough life!"

"I heard he had rabies and actually survived?"

"That's true. There are very few successful cases of the Helsinki treatment, but he was cured, so you could say he's lucky," the system NPC said leisurely. "Let me tell you a secret."

Having spent a lot of time with Shen Lang, Ji Xiang's eyes lit up and his ears perked up at the mere mention of the word "secret."

"Back then, to avoid being bedridden, my partner and I discussed it and decided that whoever got a life-threatening illness could decide whether or not to continue treatment."

Ji Xiang remembered that the system NPC had mentioned this once.

"Later, I gave up treatment, drank some milk, and prepared to have insulin pumped in and just leave. I'd been working hard my whole life, and finally I could finally rest. But that guy Zhou Congwen, as soon as I fell asleep, turned off the insulin pump and took me to the operating table."

"Was the surgery... a success?"

After asking the question, Ji Xiang chuckled to himself.

"Later I felt that Zhou Congwen was a bit stubborn, so I said to Shen Lang, 'If that day ever comes, you'll come and help me.'"

"!!!"

As Ji Xiang listened to the system NPC's explanation, he suddenly remembered that brick.

Shen Lang seemed to be completely under Professor Zhou's control.

But Ji Xiang had a vague feeling that the system NPC hadn't misjudged Shen Lang; he was capable of doing such a thing.

"Since ancient times, the only hardship is death." The system NPC sighed. "Who knows until you reach that point?"

Ji Xiang felt a chill run down his spine when he thought of a person still having vital signs but slowly decaying on a hospital bed. This wasn't an artistic description, but just a simple sketch.

"I guess the problem you're facing is something like this: the patient's family members outside also know that the patient is probably not going to make it. But letting the patient pass away peacefully means losing a large sum of retirement pension every month, and besides, the treatment is free. The daily cost of 10,000 to 20,000 yuan in the ICU is not out of their own pocket. Why not do it?"

The reason is simple, but after experiencing all that, all Ji Xiang could see was Wang Quan pushing Old Wang around the neighborhood, with Old Wang dressed in a red Tang suit and carrying an umbrella, looking quite strange.

It's a complete mess.

"Teacher, I think I understand now. I'll think about the things you couldn't explain in detail when I get back."

"Alright, go ahead." The system NPC nodded, hands behind his back and bowing slightly. "As for the consultation you're dealing with, don't get involved, just observe quietly."

Ji Xiang didn't say anything.

"There are some things you can't solve, why make things harder for yourself?" the system NPC said. "Wouldn't it be better to use that time to write a couple of papers?"

Ji Xiang replied, "Okay, teacher."

As Ji Xiang emerged from the operating room, he heard a beeping alarm; the patient was already being connected to a ventilator.

The way many directors and experts pretended to be confused was extremely mysterious to Ji Xiang just a second ago, but now Ji Xiang sees it clearly.

He felt bored and sighed softly.

"Xiao Ji, why are you sighing?"

Director Bai's voice came from right beside me.

Ji Xiang was taken aback. He remembered that he had entered the system operating room in front of Director Bai, and Director Bai seemed to have noticed something. He immediately felt a tightness in his chest.

"Director Bai, I don't think there's any need to resuscitate the patient. I don't understand why the doctors are still conducting a hospital-wide consultation. He's old, not sick. I think his family understands that."

Ji Xiang pretended to be an innocent little white rabbit, asking the same questions he had asked before.

He concealed it very well, and Director Bai did not suspect anything.

Director Bai shook his head, offering no explanation to Ji Xiang, but then sighed deeply, his face full of sorrow.

"Director Bai, what's wrong?" Ji Xiang asked in return.

(End of this chapter)