Healing Doctor

Chapter 791 Do good deeds and don't worry about the future.

"Brother Zhao, you were looking for me?" Ji Xiang said with a smile as he sat on the steps of the fire escape.

"Hey, I suddenly wanted to have a smoke with you, and you disappeared in the blink of an eye." Zhao Zhe sat down next to Ji Xiang with a smile. "What are you thinking about, Xiao Ji?"

"I'm thinking about the few words I said to Dean Zhao during the surgery today."

"Don't worry about it." Zhao Zhe knew Ji Xiang was thinking about this. He sat down on the step below Ji Xiang and said leisurely, "I have a classmate."

"Oh? You have that old joke about having a friend?" Ji Xiang said with a smile.

Seeing that Ji Xiang looked relaxed, Zhao Zhe was relieved and started gossiping.

"No, it's true, I had a classmate, a high school classmate, who was quite successful. After graduation, he went to a 985 university. He was doing experiments at the university, with a large centrifuge," Zhao Zhe said. "They said it wasn't balanced, and as a result, the rotor flew out, broke through several walls, and hit the playground like bullets."

"I didn't know what balance was or what a rotor was, but it sounded like a huge problem. Luckily, there was no one on the playground at the time; if there had been, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

"Wow! That's amazing!!" Ji Xiang exclaimed.

"This guy will always get into trouble eventually, but don't worry. If we offend Dean Zhao, we can just quit. The world is a big place, and Zhao Jixiang isn't the biggest boss," Zhao Zhe comforted him.

Ji Xiang then realized that Zhao Zhe had come to comfort him because he was afraid that he would be scared.

"Brother Zhao, it's alright," Ji Xiang said with a smile. "Dean Zhao isn't an unreasonable person, don't you think?"

Zhao Zhe strongly disagreed with Ji Xiang's statement, but did not refute it.

"Don't worry, Brother Zhao." Ji Xiang patted Zhao Zhe on the shoulder and said with a smile, "With so many SCI papers published and surgical skills at our current level, how could you not find work? You agree, right?"

"Hehe. I was just worried you'd be scared. Actually, you don't have to indulge them most of the time," Zhao Zhe said seriously. "Like me back then, it looked like I was just lying down, but I was actually fighting back."

Ji Xiang found it hard to understand how an honest and unassuming old doctor could say such a thing.

If Zhao Zhe had that ability, he wouldn't have had to suffer in Yuanliao.

Seeing that Ji Xiang was "making fun" of him, Zhao Zhe wasn't angry. He laughed and said, "Little Ji, your brother Zhao was a passionate young man back in the day. Do you know why I ended up like that?"

"It's probably because your director doesn't like you."

"On one hand, mainly... I'm telling you this just for fun, haha."

Ji Xiang was slightly touched to know that Zhao Zhe was willing to reveal his most private secrets just to make him happy.

"Back then, I was young and full of vigor, and our director treated me quite well."

"Then one day a patient with carbon monoxide poisoning came in. She was a young girl from the countryside, working in a hair salon in Liaoning. She ate and slept at the hair salon. I guess her dream was to open her own shop someday, so she could have a home and a business."

"The haircut I'm talking about is a legitimate haircut."

Zhao Zhe added.

"I understand correctly, Brother Zhao, please continue." Ji Xiang smiled, not joking with Zhao Zhe.

"Back then, our hospital was very small, with one ward for surgery and one ward for internal medicine; we hadn't separated into departments yet. There was very little heating back then, and in winter, we used stoves to burn coal for warmth. If you weren't careful, you could get carbon monoxide poisoning. Now, heating is very common; you probably don't even know that."

Zhao Zhe's ramblings didn't bother Ji Xiang; he just listened quietly.

"One morning, the boss went to the store and found that the young girl had suffered carbon monoxide poisoning. By the time they carried her out, she was already dead. They didn't take her to the hospital. The boss asked the head of the department to take a look, probably because he didn't want to spend the money. The head of the department asked me to come with him, since I was considered one of his confidants."

"I rushed over immediately, but the little girl was already dead."

"It's a real shame. I was young then, and seeing that scene made me quite uncomfortable."

"The director brought a death certificate with him, checked the girl's pulse, and issued the death certificate directly."

"Just then, I saw her fingers seem to twitch."

"!!!" Ji Xiang was stunned.

"The book says that patients with severe carbon monoxide poisoning are in a deep coma, with all reflexes gone, incontinence, low blood pressure, rapid breathing, and a high risk of death. If the coma lasts too long, the treatment will not be effective."

"But her finger moved slightly, which was different from the loss of reflexes described in the book. I immediately told the head doctor happily, and then went upstairs to prepare to perform CPR on the patient without waiting for the head doctor's approval."

"What if, right, Xiao Ji? What if she could be saved? That would be so wonderful. She was just a young girl, not even 20 years old, in the prime of her life. It's such a pity that she's gone like this."

"Yes, you did the right thing!" Ji Xiang gave Zhao Zhe an affirmative answer.

"But as soon as I went up there, I was kicked to the ground by the patient's family member, who said I was being a pervert and that I didn't even spare the dead."

"!!!" Ji Xiang was stunned by this bizarre ending and didn't know how to describe it for a moment.

"I said the patient might not be dead, but the patient's family wouldn't listen. The head doctor got angry and said a few words to me, but I got carried away and didn't hear what the head doctor was saying. I insisted on on-site resuscitation."

"And then?"

"Later I was beaten up, and soon after I got back, there were rumors in the hospital that I was lustful and that I didn't even spare the dead, and that I had psychological problems."

"..." Ji Xiang was speechless.

"Many years later, I learned by chance that when the girl's family came to collect the body, they were persuaded by someone to sell the body."

"???"

"If you call it a marriage ghost story, then a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl who hasn't married or had children is quite valuable." Zhao Zhe shook his head. "At the scene, I was the only one who wanted to save her. Even her parents gave up. Can you believe my brain?"

"Locally, they arrange a marriage between ghosts or something, so that you have a home, that's roughly the idea. I don't know the specifics, but ever since that incident, the director has looked down on me."

"I know I ruined a lot of people's plans. Even if that girl were saved, she would probably be brain dead, but I'm still not reconciled. I was young back then, and I acted impulsively without considering the consequences."

After rambling on, Zhao Zhe showed no signs of sadness or disappointment. He turned to Ji Xiang and smiled, "Ji, if you had been there, what would you have done?"

Ji Xiang shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

"I'm a bit of a believer. After that, I thought that if it happened again, I would probably become the target of everyone's criticism again, even if my career prospects were ruined... I don't need to think about it for now, I still have to do something."

"Yes, just do good deeds and don't worry about the future," Ji Xiang concluded.

"It has to be you, Xiao Ji," Zhao Zhe said. "Just do good deeds and don't worry about the future, that's about it. Our looks may not be great, but our values ​​must be right, don't you think? No, I mean my looks aren't good enough, hahaha."

"Are you sure your values ​​are sound?" Ji Xiang teased.

"I have a clear conscience, that's my point of view," Zhao Zhe replied.

Ji Xiang gave a thumbs up.

"So, I think what you did today was right," Zhao Zhe said seriously. "As for what others say, who cares!"

"Haha, yes."

"Those laymen are talking nonsense."

"Speaking of being an amateur, we used to have an aunt who cooked for us. She would take two days off every month, and my dad and I would order takeout for those two days," Ji Xiang said.

Zhao Zhe scratched his head.

Zhao Zhe had never experienced a life where there was a housekeeper to cook for him.

"At first, I liked to order vegetables when I ordered takeout because it was a balanced diet. But then I found out that my dad would never order takeout with leafy greens, and I felt like he was deliberately targeting me."

"Maybe," Zhao Zhe joked. "Your dad pretending to be a girl and having an online romance with you is the most unreliable parent I've ever met."

"Later I asked my dad, and that's when I finally found out why."

"Hmm? Is there another reason?" Zhao Zhe was taken aback.

"My dad said that the leafy greens in takeout are usually bok choy because they are uniform in size, rarely have yellow leaves, and rarely have strange insect holes. The most important thing is that restaurants basically don't wash the bok choy. They just cut off the roots and blanch it in boiling water."

"!!!"

Zhao Zhe was surprised; he hadn't expected that the rapeseed in the takeout order wouldn't even be washed.

"I discussed it with my dad for a long time. He said a lot of things that I didn't quite understand, like costs and operations. It's really hard to say you have a clear conscience. By the way, to achieve a clear conscience, you mainly need to have a solid foundation."

Ji Xiang's "ethereal" thoughts left Zhao Zhe somewhat bewildered.

But Ji Xiang then told Zhao Zhe a story about cutting off his own kidney, which terrified Zhao Zhe so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Strangely, when Ji Xiang said this gossip, it had a sense of incongruity that didn't match his age, but Zhao Zhe had already silently accepted it. Zhao Zhe himself didn't even know when he started to accept it.

"Alright, Brother Zhao." Ji Xiang stood up, dusted himself off, and said, "Go back to work. Don't worry, I'm fine. As for Dean Zhao, he should be alright too. If I can't handle it, I still have my parents, but I don't really want to use their connections."

"I was just worrying for no reason," Zhao Zhe explained somewhat embarrassedly.

Despite the turmoil, Ji Xiang experienced a period of time where he felt empathy and received comfort from Zhao Zhe.

His mood quickly calmed down.

Will Dean Zhao make things difficult for me?

Ji Xiang thought it was possible, but that wasn't important.

As for Wenban Yama's surgery, Ji Xiang is confident. Although she didn't choose to have the surgery herself at first, she is now fine.

If he can have a good playoff performance in his contract year, Wenban Yama should get a big contract.

Ji Xiang was working when his phone rang.

"Hey, Yuqing, what do you want?"

Ji Xiang answered the phone; it was Feng Yuqing calling.

"At the hospital?" Feng Yuqing didn't mince words and asked Ji Xiang directly where he was.

"OK."

"Don't go, I'm coming to find you right now."

"You're in such a hurry, there's no way you're going to..." Ji Xiang complained for a moment, but Feng Yuqing had already hung up the phone.

Half an hour later, Feng Yuqing arrived.

"Ji Xiang, come here!" Feng Yuqing waved from outside the office.

"Just say what you need to say here."

"Look at you, you coward! You're too scared to ride a roller coaster, and you can't even say a few words. Do you think I'd eat you up?" Feng Yuqing rushed in, grabbed Ji Xiang's hand, and pulled him out.

Zhao Zhe smiled knowingly.

"Stop pulling and tugging, just tell me, what do you want from me?" Ji Xiang asked.

"The Celtics are going to trade for Wimbledon, did you know that?" Feng Yuqing said in a low voice.

"Are they crazy? They won the top scorer lottery with less than a 2% chance back then, and they just sold it?"

"Isn't it because the first surgery didn't go well that I came here for the surgery?" Feng Yuqing held Ji Xiang's hand tightly, as if she wanted to commit suicide with him.

"Sell if you want. If you have confidence in me, keep buying at rock-bottom prices and sign a huge lifetime contract while Wenban Yama's career is at its lowest point," Ji Xiang said with a smile. "If you don't have confidence in me, then forget it. You won't believe me no matter what I say."

Feng Yuqing's words were all spoken by Ji Xiang in one breath, and she stared at Ji Xiang with wide eyes.

"What kind of expression is that?"

Ji Xiang pried Feng Yuqing's hands open.

"I'm so nervous, it's not right for you to touch my hand like that."

"This information is worth 30% of the equity," Feng Yuqing said earnestly. "If Wenbanyama can fully recover... I don't expect him to be like that kid playing in the Bundesliga..."

"What kid? His name is Zhao Dali. Pay attention, stop playing around all day."

"I don't expect him to be like Zhao Dali." Feng Yuqing didn't have time to chat with Ji Xiang. She simply said, "It would be feasible if he could return to the form of Wenban Yama. The worst thing would be if he were like Yao Ming, retiring not long after the surgery."

"We can't rule out Yao Ming either, after all, he and Wenbanyama only started gaining weight after going to the NBA, which puts a lot of strain on their joints." Ji Xiang shrugged, finally managing to pull his hand away from Feng Yuqing's.

Feng Yuqing was really serious, and Ji Xiang never expected that she would have such great power.

"Ji Xiang, I've been good to you."

"I know, it's probably your dad's idea. Even if the deal falls through, we can still be friends. You know it's impossible for us to be together," Ji Xiang said calmly.

"In your opinion."

"How can a doctor give you a 100% guarantee?"

"If it were you, would you invest?" Feng Yuqing asked from a different angle.

If you ask the question this way, it becomes simple.

"Of course I'm investing! This is buying at the bottom! If you're worried, you can get my mom involved too. Should I give her a call?"

Feng Yuqing had absolutely no idea where Ji Xiang got his confidence from.

She scrutinized Ji Xiang's eyes.

In Ji Xiang's eyes, she could see crystal-clear water, like a pool without any impurities.

"good!"

A few seconds later, Feng Yuqing stamped her foot and made up her mind.

"Relax," Ji Xiang smiled. "Life always involves choices, and there's always a chance to take a gamble."

"I trust you."

"You should trust me, but whether things will actually work out depends on your luck."

"!!!"

"I'm telling the truth. You know that if my mother invests, it's just a little pocket money at most. But if it were you, it would be like losing everything."

Feng Yuqing felt a surge of anger welling up inside her.

"To be honest," Ji Xiang reassured Feng Yuqing, "the success rate of the surgery is very high. Even if Wenban Yama doesn't reach a higher level in the future, he will at least not fall below his level before the injury."

"real?"

"It's a 99% probability, so it depends on a bit of luck. If you're unlucky enough to be in that 1% chance, there's nothing I can do."

Feng Yuqing deeply resented the way the doctor spoke.

Can't these people just give a 100% accurate answer?! They only give vague and off-the-cuff statements that leave people to guess.

Damn it!

"You look so nervous. Ask your family. If they don't mind, I'll talk to my mom. It's okay to invest a little."

The Feng family's business ownership structure is very clear and they are quite exclusive. Ji Xiang knew that he was just saying it offhand.

"I'll tell my dad."

"By the way, is Wenbanyama going to be traded? Who told you that?"

"It's a trade secret; even Wenban Yama himself doesn't know it. Don't let it slip."

"I'm not usually one to talk too much," Ji Xiang said with a smile. "Which team are you going to?"

"I don't know, but it's a gamble no matter where you go."

Seeing that Ji Xiang seemed to be thinking about something, Feng Yuqing asked curiously, "You wouldn't be thinking of persuading your mother to buy an NBA team, would you?"

"No interest. My mom's really against that kind of thing. But..."

"Are you lacking confidence?" Feng Yuqing asked somewhat nervously.

"Are you kidding me?" Ji Xiang said. "I have work to do, so I'll be going now if there's nothing else. By the way, do you know about Zhao Dali's situation?"

"Manchester City has already written Zhao Dali a blank check, with any amount to fill in. They wouldn't have hesitated if it weren't for Zhao Dali and Neymar."

Ji Xiang didn't say much to Feng Yuqing and turned to leave.

As Feng Yuqing watched Ji Xiang's retreating figure, she suddenly called out, "Ji Xiang!"

"Um?"

"Will it work or not?!"

Ji Xiang did not answer Feng Yuqing's question, but instead raised his right arm and waved it in the air.

……

Dr. Meltz stood in front of Wimbanyama's bedside, watching the medical team massage him.

Massage therapists are very important.

After the Golden State Warriors' masseuse left the team, the Warriors began to suffer a wave of injuries, which ultimately led to the near collapse of a dynasty.

Every detail is important.

Dr. Meltz remained expressionless; his professional judgment was diametrically opposed to his deepest hopes.

Wenban Yama is recovering very quickly, and it seems that the cast can be removed in about three weeks to begin initial rehabilitation training.

This was the surgical outcome that Dr. Meltz had been dreaming of, but unfortunately, he wasn't the one who performed the surgery.

even!

Even Dr. Meltz couldn't understand how that young demon king performed the surgery.

The young master surgeon seemed to possess some kind of magic; with simple suturing, removal of local connective tissue hyperplasia, and rinsing, the surgery was over in a remarkably easy manner.

Dr. Meltz stared at Wenban Yama with an expressionless face, as if wearing a mask. He had no idea what to expect next.

"Victor!"

Wenban Yama's personal trainer walked in quickly, holding a tablet in his hand.

He was Wenban Yama's personal trainer when they were in France, and they had a very deep relationship.

"Alzie, what happened?" Wenban Yama asked.

"Damn the Celtics, they're looking for a trade!"

transaction?

transaction!

Wenban Yama, half-reclining on the hospital bed, was suddenly stunned.

"Trade with me? Are they crazy?"

Hearing Wenban Yama's mutterings, Dr. Meltz sneered inwardly.

A second surgery not only damages the athlete's body, but also causes irreparable damage to the team's confidence.

The Celtics are a long-established powerhouse, equally ruthless.

For them, everything is just business. They calmly and detachedly assess players' condition and injuries, and make the optimal solution.

It is estimated that the Celtics' management has determined that Viktor Amar's condition will plummet after a series of surgeries.

Thinking about this made Dr. Meltz feel a little happier.

"Damn it!" Wenban Yama's personal trainer cursed.

"I need to speak with the general manager," Wenban Yama wanted to explain further.

"It's no use, Victor," said Wemban Yama's personal trainer in frustration. "They've been contacting other teams behind our backs for a while now, and they're very close to finalizing a deal."

"..."

Wenban Yama was stunned.

"Which team are you going to?" Dr. Merz asked.

Ideally, it would be a small team, the kind that's tanking... no, ideally, the Portland Trail Blazers, so that Viktor Amar'e can experience the infamous "Trail Blazers Veterinarian".

"I don't know yet, it should be a big deal involving four teams," said Wenban Yama's personal trainer, frustrated.

"No problem at all. Victor will be the best player on any team he goes to, and he will be a core cornerstone." Dr. Mertz praised Wenban Yama politely.

Really?

Nobody believed it.

"Why did they trade me!" Wenban Yama roared angrily.

"Victor, this is very unfortunate."

"No!" Wenban Yama clenched her fists. "My athletic ability will definitely recover! Ji told me it's possible!"

Dr. Meltz was secretly delighted as he looked at the somewhat hysterical Wenban Yama.

Although he performed one of the surgeries, the Celtics' management did not trade Viktor Amar because of that surgery.

As for now, Dr. Meltz has already begun to sketch out in his mind how he will attack that young demon king in the future.

That damned demon king, he must be taught a lesson about the repercussions of trespassing.

But when Dr. Meltz thought of Ji Xiang's indifferent face, and of how Lin Jiu, who was always so transparent, had become so sharp and sarcastic, he felt a little confused.

Can it really work?

Which teams are involved in the trade?

After a long while, Wenban Yama calmed down and asked.

"Victor, what you need to do now is recover well from your injury, and then show those sons of bitches that you're the best player in this league!"

"I want to play in the playoffs, that's my only request," Wenban Yama murmured.

I will do my best to try.

The ward fell silent.

Wenban Yama has been abandoned; no matter what his team says, nobody actually believes in him.

This is the opinion held by everyone from Dr. Meltz to the Celtics' uniform staff.

The reason for the four-team trade was that nobody believed that the player Wajbanyama, who had been tanking for the top draft pick by countless teams, had become a bad contract.

Even joining a playoff team has become a pipe dream for Wenbanyama now.

(End of this chapter)