Healing Doctor

Chapter 794 Not only did they come in, but they also came in

"Dr. Ji Xiang." After learning that he had a self-limiting disease and didn't need surgery, Dr. Meltz's pain seemed to have subsided considerably. He pondered for a moment and then asked, "Did you know that Wenban Yama just spoke with Jenny Bass on the phone?"

"I know, Aunt Jenny consulted me before calling Wenban Yama," Ji Xiang replied casually.

Aunt Jenny!

Dr. Meltz was puzzled by Ji Xiang's description; from Ji Xiang's words, it seemed that he was very familiar with Jenny Bass.

"!!!"

"It's just that one thing. Whether or not Victor Wimbanyama can make a full recovery after surgery is a question, and a huge gamble."

"So what was your answer?"

"Dr. Meltz asked instinctively."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Dr. Meltz regretted them. If Jenny Bass could call Wenbanyama directly, did he even need to ask what Ji Xiang had said?

A sense of frustration welled up in Dr. Meltz's heart, and he didn't even listen to what Ji Xiang was going to say next.

At Massachusetts General Hospital, Dr. Meltz has connections with team doctors for many sports teams.

But only there.

Medical matters are naturally handled by the team doctor. Dr. Meltz has never received a call from a team owner, whether it's the NBA, MLB, or NFL.

at last!

Dr. Meltz knew why he suddenly had abdominal pain.

When Wenbanyama received a call from team owner Jeanie Buss, his blood pressure suddenly spiked.

Subconsciously, I realized that this "big devil" had begun to gain favor with the team's management. So, in that instant, my blood pressure suddenly spiked.

He not only entered this field, but also... entered it.

No matter how rampaging the young demon king was, he was completely unable to stop him.

Even as he entered his field, simply doing something had already exceeded the limits he could achieve in a lifetime.

The Big Boss didn't contact the team doctor at all; he actually... Dr. Meltz suddenly remembered that the Big Boss had called Jenny Bass "old auntie."

"Dr. Ji Xiang, are you acquainted with Ms. Jenny Bass?"

"I'm not familiar with her. My mom is closer to Jenny Bass, so she called me directly." Ji Xiang shrugged and made a regretful expression.

Dr. Meltz felt he had heard a remarkable secret.

Jeanie Buss is the eldest daughter of the Buss family. Although the family is not particularly prominent, and their best business is the Lakers, they are still billionaires with assets exceeding one billion dollars.

"You've seen Viktor's condition, Dr. Merz," Ji Xiang said calmly, maintaining a steady pace in the scooter. "Putting aside prejudice, do you think Viktor can recover to his previous level?"

"We don't know yet." Dr. Meltz didn't want to admit defeat now, even though he knew the answer.

"Dr. Meltz, your eyes are blinded by prejudice." Ji Xiang smiled slightly. "We are doctors, and medicine is an evidence-based science that can be replicated with a high probability. If you weren't prejudiced, you should be able to see that Wenban Yama's recovery speed is very fast."

Dr. Meltz silently curled up on the stretcher, his stomach pain growing stronger as Ji Xiang's words reached his ears.

From a professional perspective, Dr. Meltz knew that Victor Wimbanyama's recovery was extremely fast, far better than the previous surgery.

In fact, Dr. Meltz felt that the Great Demon King's surgery was indeed exceptionally well done; the only problem was that he himself did not understand it.

"If you could be more objective, your blood pressure wouldn't have spiked and caused an omental infarction after hearing the news. Actually, an omental infarction is manageable, but if it were a blocked coronary artery, and there was no chance of survival, you should contact Massachusetts now and tell them this sad news."

"By the way, do you cremate there? We all cremate; it seems impossible to send a body back intact. If that's such a terrible situation, Dr. Meltz, I truly feel sorry for you."

Dr. Meltz felt waves of chest tightness, and his left anterior descending artery seemed to be spasming.

Just as he was beginning to change his opinion of the Great Demon King, the Demon King unleashed another powerful weapon to deliver a fatal blow.

Is there any connection between retinal infarction and his knowledge of the communication between Wenban Yama and Jenny Bass?

Although he was inwardly complaining, Dr. Meltz quickly tried to stop thinking about the unpleasant things.

Your own health is the most important thing; staying alive is more important.

As for that highly profitable surgery...

As this thought crossed his mind, Dr. Meltz felt a sharp pain in his heart. Not only the left anterior descending artery, but even the circumflex artery seemed to be spasming, unable to provide enough blood to the heart to keep it beating.

This terrified him; retinal infarction is one thing, but myocardial infarction is quite another.

It doesn't matter how much money you make; when faced with a life-threatening heart attack, Dr. Meltz still feels that it's good to be alive.

"Calm down, there are many things you can't change." Ji Xiang didn't notice that Dr. Meltz's heart was starting to hurt. He calmly followed beside the gurney and gently advised him.

As for the effect of comforting him, Ji Xiang didn't care.

The Second Affiliated Hospital has a pretty good level of circulatory intervention surgery. If Dr. Meltz really had a sudden heart attack, the chances of saving him would not be low.

After sending Dr. Meltz back to the ward and arranging for his hospitalization, Ji Xiang was about to leave when General Manager Zhao stopped him.

"Dr. Ji, there's something I'd like to ask you."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Assuming Dr. Meltz doesn't perform surgery, how long will it take to recover? I overheard you talking to the patient about the causes of retinal infarction; it seems to be related to blood pressure and emotions. Which do you think is more likely?"

Ji Xiang smiled slightly.

Mr. Zhao's intentions were obvious.

"If it's retinal infarction, I can only write a case report. Leave it to me," Ji Xiang said with a smile. "The article might not get many citations, and the impact factor is relatively low. You don't mind, do you?"

"Haha, it's alright, it's alright. I'm not at the point where I need to pay attention to the impact factor yet," Mr. Zhao laughed.

He was very happy, extremely happy. Ji Xiang was as generous as the legends said, casually giving away SCI articles without any hesitation.

"That's fine then."

"Dr. Xiao Ji, thank you, thank you." Mr. Zhao, having gotten a great deal, immediately expressed his gratitude.

"You're too kind. It's also good that you were lucky, Professor Zhao, and that you were quick-witted." Ji Xiang said frankly, "If it were anyone else, they would have taken them up and done an appendectomy long ago. How could they have diagnosed omental infarction?"

"What if we do it?" Mr. Zhao continued to press.

"We've already done it. We might not even be able to see the infarcted omentum. Anyway, removing the appendix won't have much of an impact. Some patients recover very slowly after surgery and have persistent abdominal pain. It's probably not due to the surgery itself, but rather a misdiagnosis that resulted in the removal of an appendix that wasn't inflamed."

General Manager Zhao broke out in a cold sweat.

Ji Xiang's words brought back many memories for him.

Over the years, Mr. Zhao has performed many appendectomies, and he has experienced many of the situations that Ji Xiang described.

Mr. Zhao had never paid attention to this before, but with his experience, he was well aware of what kinds of patients would have some problems after surgery.

That's why he subconsciously refused the surgery.

Ji Xiang's words were like a wake-up call, and General Manager Zhao was stunned for a long time.

"Mr. Zhao, are you thinking of the post-operative patients you treated before?" Ji Xiang asked.

Mr. Zhao nodded blankly.

"Don't overthink it. The pathogenesis of omental infarction is still undetermined. Even if it's treated as appendicitis or cholecystitis and removed, it's fine."

"Think about it, more than a hundred years ago, patients with tuberculosis not only had to take all kinds of poisons, but also had to undergo electroconvulsive therapy. Many people literally killed themselves with electric shocks. Isn't that tragic?"

"Right now, the prices of isoniazid and rifampin for tuberculosis treatment are not exactly affordable. I'm worried that if the prices drop any further, no pharmaceutical company will be willing to produce them."

Ji Xiang kept nagging, just like Zhao Zhe.

"Every era has its own problems. We can't solve cancer now, but maybe 100 years from now, cancer will be as easy to cure as tuberculosis."

Mr. Zhao's expression calmed down considerably. Although Ji Xiang's words were far-fetched, they did comfort Mr. Zhao.

"Mr. Zhao, your clinical experience is truly outstanding." Ji Xiang gave a thumbs up.

His attitude when speaking to General Manager Zhao was completely different from that of Dr. Meltz.

If Dr. Meltz had seen this, all three coronary arteries would probably be blocked, leaving no chance for rescue.

"Although you have no experience with retinal infarction, it is already quite impressive that you subconsciously suggested that the patient have a CT scan."

"Oh, what's so great about that?" Mr. Zhao was a little embarrassed by Ji Xiang's praise.

"Of course it's amazing!!" Ji Xiang said seriously. "Teacher Zhao, I'm not joking. Let's think about it this way: if it weren't for Dr. Meltz being sick, but rather a regular patient, the likelihood of a CT scan would be very high, right?"

"Yeah, a strange foreigner was babbling on and on, and I panicked a bit. I couldn't communicate with him, otherwise I would have decided when I graduated that I would never go to pediatrics," Mr. Zhao said.

"After a CT scan, you will be able to find a problem with the retina."

Ji Xiang looked at General Manager Zhao, and seeing that he was about to speak, he interrupted him with a smile.

"Mr. Zhao, please don't be modest. You probably already know what I'm going to say. We found a problem, but we really don't know what it is. However, this matter will stay in your mind. Next time you encounter a patient with a similar ultrasound result, you will definitely ask the patient to get a CT scan."

"You'll definitely discover the pattern after three tries at most."

Mr. Zhao was stunned.

Ji Xiang's words were not flattery, but rather a logical prediction of what would happen next.

His words were not an exaggeration; the probability of it happening is extremely high.

But could he really figure out retinal infarction on his own? Mr. Zhao was somewhat unsure of himself.

"I estimate that if you happen to see a similar report and connect all the dots, you will never misdiagnose again."

"You can even become an expert on related diseases."

"Summarizing experience in scientific practice is impressive in itself."

Upon hearing that Ji Xiang had been elevated to the level of scientific practice, General Manager Zhao broke out in a cold sweat.

I had no idea I was this awesome!

"Mr. Zhao, I'll go and say a few more words to Dr. Meltz, reminding him of the things he should pay attention to and cooperate with, and then I'll head back now."

"Mmm, thank you, Xiao Ji."

"Oh, don't be so polite."

After exchanging a few polite words with General Manager Zhao, Ji Xiang went to see Dr. Meltz and then left.

Mr. Zhao is still lost in confusion and unable to extricate himself.

Before Ji Xiang spoke, I felt only frustration, and even when Ji Xiang mentioned the misdiagnosis, my palms were covered in cold sweat.

Looking back on his years of misdiagnosis and mistreatment, he was initially filled with guilt.

However, after Ji Xiang said that, General Manager Zhao felt much better, and even his confidence began to swell.

Mr. Zhao stayed in the duty room for a long time, feeling as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Old Zhao, don't your nurses know how to insert a catheter?! They always call me for a consultation, what's wrong with them!"

Dr. Wu, the head of the urology department, pushed open the door and said unhappily.

"what!"

"What do you mean, 'what the hell'? You just call any male patient out with benign prostatic hyperplasia. Do you even bother to see the patients before calling a consultation?" Mr. Wu was quite unhappy.

General Manager Zhao scratched his head and pulled General Manager Wu to sit down.

"Old Wu, don't be angry. I won't ask you to see me again. I'm busy here. The nurses in the operating room just make a phone call and casually ask me to see you."

After listening to his explanation, Mr. Wu seemed to feel a little better.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from Mr. Zhao's white coat pocket, shook out one, and then stuffed the rest of the pack into his own pocket.

"Old Wu, Ji Xiang started his residency training with you. Tell me, what's your impression of him?" Without saying a word, General Manager Zhao eagerly lit a cigarette for General Manager Wu.

"Huh? Ji Xiang?"

"Yes, you're really lucky. Dr. Ji is sentimental. You've been publishing quite a few SCI papers lately, haven't you?"

When this was mentioned, Mr. Wu was overjoyed and barely managed to suppress a loud laugh.

"That's me!"

"Tell me about it."

"What happened?" General Manager Wu asked curiously. "Don't worry about Xiao Ji anymore. I heard from the director that Xiao Ji is going to work in the provincial department and will definitely not continue rotating. Your gastroenterology department isn't exactly a good department either. We unclog sewers and you clean latrines, we're the same kind of guys, Xiao Ji wouldn't want to work there."

General Manager Zhao recounted the events of the day, especially the last words Ji Xiang spoke to him, repeating them almost verbatim.

Mr. Wu listened blankly, and finally looked at Mr. Zhao with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot.

"What kind of expression is that?"

"Old Zhao, are you stupid?"

"What's wrong?"

"Xiao Ji is obviously just teasing you, and you actually took it seriously? Has your IQ been exposed to too much marsh gas? I feel like there's something wrong with you." When General Manager Wu saw that General Manager Zhao had actually taken it seriously, he laughed heartily.

"I think Xiao Ji is right." But General Manager Zhao didn't think so. He took out a pack of cigarettes, opened it, lit it, and took a deep drag. "If this hadn't happened, I think I could have figured it out myself in a few years."

"Stop talking nonsense," Mr. Wu said disdainfully. "Watching others carry burdens makes you feel good, but carrying them yourself will break your shoulders. Do you really think academic research is something we can handle?"

"Why can't I do it?"

"Too busy, I simply don't have time. When I'm hospitalized, I'm exhausted like a dog, lying in bed I don't even want to die, can't I use that time to get some sleep?"

Mr. Zhao felt a deep resonance with those words.

"Once we're no longer chief residents this year, we'll have to think about leading research groups. Whether the head of the department will give us the opportunity, or whether anyone will interfere, those are all questions. If we can successfully lead a group, great; but what if we can't?"

"Let's say you can successfully lead the team, how many beds will you get? Do you want to achieve some results? What do you have to show for it? Retinal infarction? Not to mention whether the director will recognize it, the hospital won't either."

"You still don't have a girlfriend, right? Are you worried about being cheated on because you're always in the hospital? Your career might be on the rise, but life is another story. What if you get pregnant in a few months? Tsk tsk."

Every word Mr. Wu said was like a knife stabbing into Mr. Zhao's heart.

These words are very direct, very blunt, and very unpleasant to hear, but they are the truth.

"Your girlfriend is pregnant and asking you for a dowry of 66 yuan. Would you give it to her or not?"

"!!!"

Mr. Zhao stared blankly at Mr. Wu.

"Haha, I wouldn't have done orthopedics if you didn't say it paid well," Mr. Wu laughed. "It's exhausting, and you'd earn five years more working away from home."

"..."

"Why bother?" Mr. Wu said with a smile. "It's better to relax than anything else. It's not like we're starving. Let's continue. You've given the bride price, but will you add your girlfriend's name to the house deed? What about the wedding? And there are endless prenatal checkups. What if you can't take care of the baby after it's born?"

"You're spreading anxiety."

"It's true," Mr. Wu said. "So you still had the mind to remember retinal infarction back then? Even if you did remember, I doubt you had your previous medical records preserved."

At this point, Mr. Wu raised his hand and tapped the table. "Old Zhao, do you still have all the imaging data and medical records of the patients you've encountered before?"

Mr. Zhao shook his head blankly.

"That's right," said Mr. Wu. "Here's a suggestion: while Xiao Ji is around, shamelessly beg him to do you a favor."

"He agreed."

"Congratulations." Mr. Wu wasn't jealous, because Ji Xiang had written more SCI papers for him, and they were of a higher caliber.

"As for doing scientific research, forget about it, you simply don't have the energy for it. Let me tell you something!"

Mr. Zhao looked at Mr. Wu with a puzzled expression, unable to guess what he was going to say.

"You know, Xiao Ji had a partial renal resection after interventional embolization, right?"

"Know."

"I'm thinking that getting closer to Xiao Ji will have many benefits. Don't laugh at me, I'm just that pragmatic!"

"Get to the serious stuff."

"I've inquired a bit," said General Manager Wu. "Because interventional medicine was introduced relatively late in our area, the first generation of interventional specialists retired not long ago, while the second generation is only now reaching retirement age."

Mr. Zhao pricked up his ears and listened attentively.

"It is said that people who undergo interventional surgery between the ages of 45 and 50 will find that their physical condition and energy cannot keep up, and they age very quickly."

"Holy crap!" Mr. Zhao exclaimed in surprise.

"It's true, and I guess the reason it's 45-50 is because interventional surgery was developed relatively late, and those who learned interventional surgery back then weren't children who had started learning it at a young age."

"!!!" General Manager Zhao understood what General Manager Wu meant, because although orthopedics doesn't use many sutures, taking X-rays during surgery does remove some.

"Impossible, X-rays are scattered rays, theoretically..."

"That's theory, I'm stating facts," Mr. Wu said. "Otherwise, do you think Xiao Ji's surgeries are so smooth, publishing one SCI paper after another? I'm in a good position, wouldn't I be an idiot to work with him?"

"I thought you were just shy, and I really did think you were an idiot," Mr. Zhao grinned.

"Pshaw, me? How could that be!" Mr. Wu said. "After my research, I discovered a series of patterns. For example, doctors and nurses who perform interventional surgeries have a 20 percentage point higher probability of developing thyroid nodules than the average person."

"The probability of developing blood diseases is 15 percentage points higher, and there are others as well. As for not being able to keep up mentally, you can call me a sophist, but... let me put it this way."

Mr. Wu frowned and pondered seriously for a few seconds.

"A young and energetic interventional department director in the capital city, who was in the health care team, suddenly developed a low-grade fever for no apparent reason after performing 10 consecutive days of surgeries due to overwork."

"At first, I thought it was just a cold. I got a blood test and took some medicine myself, but it kept getting worse. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore and got a CT scan. Guess what it was?"

"A blood tumor?" Mr. Zhao answered hesitantly.

"Liver abscess."

"Why? Because of parasites?"

"They've thought of everything you can think of. The specimen was sent to Chaoyang Hospital for testing, and there were no parasites. It was just from overwork."

"Why is it Chaoyang Hospital and not Peking Union Medical College Hospital?"

"It's obvious you have no connection with the capital. Chaoyang Hospital has the most comprehensive parasite testing in the industry, bar none." Mr. Wu showed off his erudition. "A perfectly healthy person, in the prime of life, who could perform three bladder tumor resections a day in our urology department without getting tired, developed a liver abscess due to a weakened immune system."

"Damn it!" Mr. Zhao cursed.

"Let me tell you, interventional surgery isn't an easy job. In your case, you might not have to use many sutures, but you still have to step on them a few times to check if they're aligned properly. If it's a joint replacement surgery, the amount of suture work will be much greater."

"With the energy to boost your own immunity, to have surgery and do scientific research at the same time, is that something a human can do?" Mr. Wu said. "If you don't want to live long, you should have said so earlier."

"Xiao Ji was just being polite with you, and you took it seriously. Let me tell you, this kind of mentality is the worst thing you can have."

"That's all gossip."

"You know nothing," Mr. Wu scoffed. "There's an ancient book called 'A Hundred Rivers and a Sea of ​​Learning,' which is full of unofficial histories and gossip from that time. That's called a sea of ​​learning, a true sea of ​​learning!"

"..."

"I hesitated for a long time, but I still didn't have the guts to go with Xiao Ji. I knew there was a bright future ahead of me, but I was afraid of dying."

"Sigh." Mr. Zhao was persuaded and sighed deeply.

"They're already treated like slaves, and now they're being exploited on top of that, tsk tsk."

"What about Xiao Ji?"

"He runs a half marathon at least six days a week, enough to exhaust his dog. Xiao Ji is in great shape, like an animal; we can't compare. Besides, he's young. Have you seen Lin Jiuze?"

"Uh..." President Zhao hesitated for a moment. He knew Lin Jiuze, but now he couldn't recall him at all.

"Professor Lin Jiuze looks impressive, having already received an offer from Massachusetts General Hospital at a young age, but in reality? He's only in his early thirties, yet he already has gray hair at his temples."

"!!!"

"I don't believe you when you say interventional surgery has no impact on your body. Even in orthopedics, you wear sutures quite often, so be careful. As for Xiao Ji's words, just listen to them, don't believe them. He's a master of empty promises, incredibly grandiose ones!"

"Hahaha."

Mr. Wu talked to Mr. Zhao for a long time, and the night gradually deepened.

Dr. Meltz lay in his hospital bed, his abdominal pain gradually subsiding, but he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

(End of this chapter)