Healing Doctor

Chapter 746 What You Think of as Hanging

After leaving, Director Bai asked, "Xiao Ji, how's work going lately?"

"All the teachers have been very supportive, including the nurses, so things have gone relatively smoothly." Ji Xiang reported his recent work to Director Bai.

Lin Jiu's nominal work station spans two departments—urology and orthopedics.

There are very few similar precedents in China, and Lin Jiuze's status as a returned expert is very important here, as it can silence many people's criticisms.

As for the patients, thanks to the promotion from the variety show and Ji Xiang's "generous" spending, the people around them were "bought off" by his free SCI articles, so for the time being, things are going smoothly.

Of course, "bribery" is more important in some ways.

Every supernova's sudden rise requires overcoming many obstacles. After all, there's only so much food; if someone takes a bigger bite, someone else will have a smaller bite.

Even if there is an increase, it will inevitably breed resentment.

Ji Xiang inadvertently cleared away all the obstacles inside and around the department.

Director Bai understood this point; he even found it somewhat difficult to understand Ji Xiang.

If this kid had done something like that, Zhao Zhe would have been considered shrewd; but if it had happened to him, it would have given the impression that he came from a wealthy family and didn't care about anything.

Or rather, Ji Xiang's luck is truly good.

"If you have any difficulties, come to me."

"Alright," Ji Xiang said with a smile. "Director Bai, thank you for your hard work."

"polite."

……

Life went on uneventfully, and Ji Xiang did not become anxious because of his long-term main task—receiving the National Science Fund for Distinguished Young Scholars.

It's just a long-term main quest, and Ji Xiang has a solution.

If all else fails, you can go home and talk to your parents...

But Ji Xiang wouldn't have done this unless he was forced into a desperate situation.

One night.

Meng Qingfei was on duty, and Ji Xiang arrived as scheduled.

Before he knew it, Ji Xiang had been at the Second Affiliated Hospital for almost half a year, and New Year's Day was approaching.

Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and New Year's Eve are holidays for ordinary people, but for emergency room doctors, they are a series of challenges.

Today is Christmas Eve, and starting from 8:30 pm, patients who were drunk and needed stomach pumping, as well as those with knife wounds and car accident injuries, have been brought in one after another.

The emergency room was chaotic, with no moment of rest.

Ji Xiang and Meng Qingfei didn't even have time for a few words of casual conversation, as they were busy until midnight.

Christmas Eve is the kind of busy night that gets busier as the night goes on. As one nightclub after another comes to an end, one after another, patients with external injuries are brought in.

According to Meng Qingfei, during last year's carnival night, he sent patients to all the surgical departments upstairs, especially the gastrointestinal and hepatobiliary surgery departments, where he performed surgeries all night long.

This is child's play for him.

It wasn't until after 1 a.m. that the emergency room quieted down a little.

Exhausted, Meng Qingfei sat on the bed in the duty room and, unusually, lit a cigarette.

"These are all minor incidents, but I'm really getting old, my back and waist ache," Meng Qingfei still stubbornly insisted.

"Teacher Meng, what kind of major events have you encountered?"

"Once, during a Corey gathering, when I arrived at the hotel, I saw thick smoke rising in the distance, but I didn't pay much attention to it at the time. Later, just as we started eating, I received a call from the hospital saying that a chemical plant had exploded and everyone needed to go back immediately to participate in the rescue."

"I don't know how many died, but I later learned privately that there were 32 seriously injured patients. The injuries from blasts and chemicals were complicated, unlike what we saw before, where a knife wound is just a knife wound that can be opened and stitched up."

Ji Xiang strongly disagreed with Meng Qingfei's description.

What does it mean to open the seam? Although that is indeed the case, it's better to be a little more serious.

"I was in the operating room for over 50 hours that time, and everyone was numb. Not in the way it's described online, but literally numb."

"When I finally stepped off the operating table, my mind went blank. After lying down, I couldn't fall asleep. Almost as soon as I drifted off, I would think about whether there was a problem with a detail of the surgery. For example, whether a patient's knot was not tied securely and whether there would be bleeding."

"The emergency department is better. If there are patients, we send them up there. As long as they can be delivered to the ward alive, we're all set."

Is the emergency department good?

The emergency department is great!

This was the first time Ji Xiang had heard such an assessment from a doctor.

"Xiao Ji, you..."

Meng Qingfei was chatting leisurely with Ji Xiang when a nurse outside shouted, "Brother Meng! 120 ambulance dispatch! Dean Zhao called and said to prepare for emergency treatment immediately!"

"Damn it!!!" Meng Qingfei opened the window, threw the cigarette butt out, and cursed under his breath.

"Dean Zhao?"

"Maybe it's someone he knows again. Can't they be quiet in the middle of the night?" Meng Qingfei cursed, then quickly walked out of the duty room. "What kind of patient? Knife wound or car accident?"

"Hanging."

"..."

"..."

Ji Xiang and Meng Qingfei were both taken aback.

Hang yourself?

Such trauma patients are very rare; not only Ji Xiang, but even Meng Qingfei had never seen one like it.

"Is there any hope?" Meng Qingfei asked.

"They were discovered in time, and it seems they still have a breath left. Moreover, Dean Zhao performed CPR immediately, so they might be able to be saved."

"Dean Zhao? The patient is...?"

"His son, Zhao Tianjiao."

"!!!" Ji Xiang was stunned for a moment.

Zhao Tianjiao?

It was Zhao Tianjiao!

How could he commit suicide? And why choose such a bizarre method as hanging?

Even lying on the train tracks, Ji Xiang could barely accept it.

Besides, although Zhao Tianjiao was a bit arrogant, he was a decent person with good grades. With Dean Zhao's support, he was very successful in the hospital. There was no way he would commit suicide.

scratching his head.

Meng Qingfei immediately perked up, all his fatigue vanishing.

"Notify the ICU to prepare the ventilator. Tell the ENT department to wait. Our ventilator should also be ready. Blood circulation, blood circulation!"

Meng Qingfei gave a long list of medical orders that sounded disorganized.

Instead of keeping the nurses busy, he started preparing various emergency supplies with them.

Having never encountered a patient who had actually hanged themselves, Ji Xiang could see the unease in Meng Qingfei's heart.

It's estimated that it has nothing to do with Zhao Tianjiao being Zhao Jixiang's son; Meng Qingfei was just worried that his preparations were inadequate and that this might delay the rescue.

Having no clinical experience is really frustrating.

Ji Xiang helped prepare the rescue supplies. He kept a watchful eye on things and waited until everything was almost ready before heading to the system's operating room.

"Teacher." Ji Xiang bowed deeply, showing utmost respect.

"Oh, what's wrong?" the system NPC asked.

Ji Xiang recounted the incident. "Teacher, I've never encountered a patient who attempted suicide by hanging before. Could you briefly explain?"

"You're saying there are no roof beams in the house now, so how can someone hang themselves?"

"You think you have to stand on a small stool and then kick it away to die if you hang yourself?" the system NPC asked with a smile.

"Isn't that right?"

(End of this chapter)