Healing Doctor

Chapter 731 Desiring Death

Emergency room.

The most feared thing in the emergency department is the emergency room itself.

It's a place like a cesspool; even the dogs in the hospital avoid it.

Pediatrics used to be a cesspool, but with the declining birth rate, it's not as busy these days.

Meng Qingfei stood up, walked out of the consultation room, and stood side by side with the internist in the corridor.

The paramedic on the stretcher was very familiar with this scene. Before the internal medicine and surgery doctors could ask, he shouted, "Someone jumped!"

The internist breathed a sigh of relief and patted Meng Qingfei on the shoulder.

Ji Xiang could sense the relaxed feeling emanating from him when he heard the word "jumping off a building".

Meng Qingfei rushed forward, and Ji Xiang followed behind him to begin the rescue.

The patient has a pelvic fracture, a femoral shaft fracture, and is suspected of having a ruptured spleen. His blood pressure is very low.

With the intravenous line inserted, the fluid was poured in, and the patient's blood pressure rose. But when she felt a little better, she started grabbing at the intravenous infusion line haphazardly.

A pale hand gripped the IV tubing, and as the patient flailed his arm, the tubing was pulled out.

Very faint blood gushed out.

"Hold it down, hold it down, what are you doing!" Meng Qingfei shouted.

A young man hurriedly leaned over the patient, pressing down on the patient's arms with his hands.

Ji Xiang found it strange; the patient was in hemorrhagic shock.

After emergency treatment, her blood pressure temporarily rose, so she definitely wouldn't have the strength to do anything.

At least in my limited medical career, I have not encountered a patient who is so eager to die.

"Juan'er, don't move, don't move around." The man said, tears streaming down his face. "I'm here, I'm here."

Such a heartfelt scene failed to move the patient. Whether it was due to mental disorder caused by hemorrhagic shock or something else, the patient struggled desperately, wanting to continue her unfinished suicide "mission".

But being a woman, she was weak and, coupled with hemorrhagic shock, she was completely unable to withstand the man's strength and was pinned down on the emergency stretcher.

"Aww~~~"

The man suddenly let out a scream.

The patient opened his mouth and bit his ear. The bite was extremely hard; if he hadn't been weak, Ji Xiang probably would have bitten off half of the man's ear.

Meng Qingfei immediately took out the binding straps and tied the woman's hands and feet to the flatbed.

"Send the patient to the hepatobiliary surgery department! Contact the orthopedics department for a hepatobiliary consultation! Tell them the patient is in good condition, but requires emergency surgery!"

Meng Qingfei gave a series of medical instructions.

Ji Xiang went to make a phone call.

The patient's injuries looked serious, but the surgery was not difficult.

It may only require spleen removal, or if the pelvic fracture is severe, interventional surgery may be used for embolization treatment, etc.

Since the femoral shaft fracture did not pierce the skin, Mr. Xu Leyu estimated that emergency surgery would not be necessary.

There's no point in following along; Ji Xiang has absolutely no interest in these kinds of "minor" surgeries.

The nurses relaxed as they watched the patient being wheeled away.

"The patient really wants to die. If he wants to die, then let him die. Why do you have to stop me?" the nurse muttered to herself.

Meng Qingfei glared at her, but didn't say anything.

"Brother Meng, I didn't say anything wrong." The nurse retorted when she saw Meng Qingfei glaring at her. "A few years ago, an old man tried to commit suicide but was stopped by his family and brought to the hospital. Then, on New Year's Eve, he jumped from the 12th floor with an IV drip in his chest. Tell me, why did he have to do that?"

"..."

Ji Xiang sighed.

"Little brat, what do you know?" Meng Qingfei scolded. "Get back to work! Don't just play on your phone all the time. Talking so much, is TikTok not appealing anymore, or are Korean dramas not good enough?"

The nurse had some reservations about Meng Qingfei's comment about the "little brat," but she also knew that she was going against public order and good morals by saying those words.

The matter is complicated and cannot be explained in a few words.

She glared fiercely at Meng Qingfei before turning around to get busy.

"Teacher Meng, if there's nothing else, I'll head back now," Ji Xiang said.

"Wait a minute." Meng Qingfei didn't speak to the nurse, but stopped Ji Xiang instead.

"Um?"

"Come on, have a smoke with me."

The two arrived at the duty room, where Meng Qingfei opened the window and lit a cigarette.

"I rarely smoke, but having one after an emergency is really refreshing."

"Hey, Colonel Wang, Teacher Wang, likes to smoke. He has to have one after every surgery, saying it's a post-operative cigarette."

"That old scoundrel," Meng Qingfei said disdainfully, "Xiao Ji, I have a question for you."

"Teacher Meng, please speak."

"You saw the patient just now, who was determined to die."

"Um."

"What would you do if you were in that situation?"

"We are doctors, these things have nothing to do with us," Ji Xiang replied.

His answer was somewhat indifferent, completely different from that of the young nurse. There was no passion or judgment in his answer, only a faint calmness and indifference.

Meng Qingfei nodded. "If it were you... what about your classmates? Your friends?"

Ji Xiang thought for a moment, walked to the window, took out a cigarette and lit it.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to look out the window, Ji Xiang held his breath and entered the system space.

Meng Qingfei's question was quite strange.

Ji Xiang didn't know how to answer.

It seems like no matter what answer I give, it's wrong, but doing nothing also seems a bit off.

Not all questions in this world have answers.

Ji Xiang went to the system's operating room to see if the old man had any insights.

"teacher."

Ji Xiang recounted everything he had just witnessed to the system NPC.

The system NPC looked at Ji Xiang with great interest.

"Teacher, what should I do if I encounter a similar situation?"

"Cold salad."

The system NPC gave a "common" answer.

Ji Xiang was slightly taken aback.

"This has nothing to do with medicine. I think you came to me because you want to empathize with me?" the system NPC asked in return.

Ji Xiang thought about it carefully and nodded.

"Empathy is meaningless, are you sure?"

"I want to see."

The system NPC was silent for a moment, then smiled.

"Love is as Somerset Maugham said in *The Painted Veil*: 'I know you are foolish, frivolous, and empty-headed, yet I love you. I know your schemes, your ideals, your snobbery, your vulgarity, yet I love you. I know you are second-rate, yet I love you.'"

"..."

Ji Xiang had no idea why the system NPC would quote Maugham.

Perhaps it's because of love?

A poignant and lingering love story?

Ji Xiang smiled.

If that's the case, then trying to empathize with someone really doesn't seem to make much sense.

Just as Ji Xiang was about to refuse, the system NPC said, "You can go and take a look. After all, strictly speaking, the patient should already be in the early stage of depression."

"..."

Ji Xiang only wanted to see the external injuries; even if he himself was smashed to pieces, it would be better than feeling the pain of a patient suffering from depression.

"Come on, this time I suggest you try to empathize from the perspective of the patient's family."

"it is good."

The system NPC led Ji Xiang to the next room, where light and shadow flickered.

Before Ji Xiang could even process the data, a barrage of insults began to erupt around him.

(End of this chapter)