Healing Doctor

Chapter 717 The Fox

"Tsk." Lin Jiu made a strange sound.

Zhao Zhe, curious, looked down at the ground and asked in a low voice, "Dr. Lin, is it like this in America? I don't think so."

"Who said that?"

"Huh?" Zhao Zhe was surprised. He thought this kind of thing could only happen in China.

"The richer people are, the more they like this kind of thing. For example, Steve Jobs got pancreatic cancer. His type was relatively mild, and the consensus was that if he received timely treatment, he would most likely be fine. But some of Jobs' strange behavior delayed him, so he only lived for eight years."

Zhao Zhe clicked his tongue in amazement.

Pancreatic cancer, "only", he endured 8 years.

These words just don't fit together at all.

"What did Steve Jobs believe in?" Zhao Zhe asked.

Lin Jiu didn't speak, but instead stared at Ji Xiang out of the corner of his eye.

Ji Xiang seemed not to have heard his conversation with Zhao Zhe, and turned around to chase after Director Bai.

"Does this kind of thing happen a lot in China?" Lin Jiu asked.

"Not many, and if there are any, they're all done secretly. Only the one at the Temple of Heaven was a big deal." Zhao Zhe looked at the ground, following Ji Xiang's footsteps, not daring to look at Lin Jiuze.

Ji Xiang wasn't worried about the patient. He had empathized with the patient's condition in the operating room and had made a clear diagnosis. He had spoken with Lu Gang about it, and Lu Gang should be able to provide the correct treatment.

Now Ji Xiang is more concerned about where this group will go next, and why Director Bai looks unhappy but still forces a smile to keep them company.

Following behind Director Bai, I saw him chatting and laughing with that "master," constantly praising him and expressing his admiration for the master.

This person really knows how to talk to people in a certain way, and to ghosts in a different way. Ji Xiang chuckled to himself.

Looking at Director Bai's expression, one could clearly sense the displeasure hidden beneath his serious face, yet he maintained an almost imperceptible facade. It was difficult for anyone other than those who knew him well to detect it.

Now, Director Bai is constantly flattering him and saying compliments.

As Ji Xiang thought about it, he suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

I wonder how Director Bai has managed all these years. Why did a key technical staff member become like this after being rubbed off by society for a while?

Perhaps this is also part of growing up?

Perhaps, this is what growth is all about.

As they arrived at the operating room, Director Bai glanced back before entering and waved to Ji Xiang who was following behind.

Ji Xiang was a little confused, as this group of people came out through the main gate instead of the locker room.

The sterile environment of the operating room...

This incident completely shattered Ji Xiang's values ​​as a doctor.

"Director Bai, don't you need to change your clothes?" Ji Xiang asked quietly as he approached Director Bai.

"The emergency surgery has been moved to the interventional hybrid operation room. We just take a quick look and leave, then disinfect again, so it won't delay anything," Director Bai said with a hint of helplessness.

Ji Xiang breathed a sigh of relief; this must be the remedial measure that Director Bai came up with.

As for who hired them, Ji Xiang could guess with his own heels.

Zhao Zhe wanted to go in, but seeing Director Bai's indifferent gaze, he awkwardly hid far away.

After closing the door, Ji Xiang wanted to say a few more words to Director Bai, but he walked over to the master instead. The dean of the Second Affiliated Hospital was also with him.

"This can be considered a full house," Ji Xiang scratched his head.

Ji Xiang had heard Ji Yongchang talk about something similar. Ji Yongchang wasn't particularly opposed to it, but he told Ji Xiang that truly capable people do exist, though they are rare.

However, most people who walk in the mundane world are liars.

And what about the person in front of you?

Ji Xiang's gaze fell on the woman with the fox-like face.

Many online celebrities are getting plastic surgery to achieve a fox-like face, perhaps this is a "side effect" left by Daji (a legendary Chinese mythological figure).

But no matter what, the one in front of us has a real fox face; all that's missing is a big tail swishing around behind him.

In a daze, Ji Xiang even had a slight hallucination, feeling that she was like a real fox walking around in front of him, with a unique charm slowly emerging from her every move.

Ji Xiang suddenly remembered a joke from the operating room—when women compliment each other, saying "beautiful" or "good-looking" is all a lie. Only when they use adjectives like "vixen" or "slut" can they prove that the other person is truly beautiful.

Now, the vixen is right in front of me.

"Master Xin, thank you for your hard work." The dean of the Second Affiliated Hospital said respectfully and in a low voice.

"I'll go take a look." The woman slowly walked into the operating room.

She looked left and right, but didn't see any special movements or even a change in expression.

A few minutes later, she came out. "I'm a little tired."

The dean quickly said, "Would you like to rest in the duty room for a while?"

The woman nodded.

Director Bai could no longer get close; he stood at the back of the crowd, expressionless.

But Ji Xiang knew about Director Bai's deep-seated anxiety and unease.

After the woman went to the duty room to rest, the dean chatted with the others, while Director Bai secretly slipped away, and Ji Xiang followed him to the changing room downstairs.

Upon entering the changing room, Director Bai kicked the long bench used for changing clothes.

"Boom!"

"Director Bai, please calm down," Ji Xiang comforted him.

"What the hell is going on?!" Director Bai said angrily.

His voice was very low, and Ji Xiang could barely make out what Director Bai was saying.

Even if it's just him and Ji Xiang here.

"Director Bai, have a cigarette." Ji Xiang took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Director Bai.

Director Bai lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

"Is this what the boss means?"

"Why do you talk like that?" Director Bai glanced at Ji Xiang.

"Hehe, that's what everyone says."

"Pretty much, there's nothing we can do about it." Director Bai took a couple of puffs of his cigarette to calm himself down and said, "With 100,000 people in the capital, where would all this demand come from if there wasn't a market?"

"It seems like there aren't that many in our provincial capital."

"The wife of one of my classmates, who is over forty, has become obsessed with this stuff. She drives a ten-year-old Camry herself, but she's been giving it away by buying someone a Land Rover," Director Bai said.

"..."

Ji Xiang had no contact with this matter; he simply listened quietly to Director Bai's rambling.

I was angry inside, but I felt better after venting it. It's nothing to worry about.

Moreover, Ji Xiang had experienced the empathy of patients with mental illnesses, and after the incident where he absorbed someone's lifespan, Shen Lang's cryptic remarks while pretending not to understand made him much more accepting.

"As long as nothing bad happens, go ahead and make a scene," Ji Xiang advised.

"If nothing goes wrong, do you really think there's anything dirty in the operating room?" Director Bai said.

"Normally, this shouldn't be the case. I don't know much about it, but which operating room hasn't seen a hundred or two hundred deaths? If something was going to go wrong, it would have happened long ago, not now," Ji Xiang said. "If you're saying the death toll is low, then it's because the hospital hasn't been operating for very long."

"Your brain is completely filled with water," Director Bai cursed again angrily.

"Director Bai, are you worried about the operating room being shut down for too long?" Ji Xiang advised. "Just consider it a break for the machines so they can be sterilized again."

"Laminar flow," Director Bai said, making a seemingly random statement.

(End of this chapter)