Healing Doctor

Chapter 802 Greasy

Ji Xiang found it difficult to understand the meaning of the phrase "blending in with the world."

An absurd event, which Ji Xiang would never believe no matter who told him, actually happened, causing his values ​​to waver.

It was just a refund, but the hospital director and department heads held a meeting and the result was that the patient's family had to file a complaint against the hospital in the city and eventually seek compensation.

This result left Ji Xiang feeling regretful.

What did they eat to grow up?

If they can't even handle something as trivial as a refund, it's no wonder that Teacher Meng said the hospital is like a big, broken ship. If you don't exert any force, the ship can just float along on its own; but if you try to force it to brave the waves, the ship might break into pieces.

"I recommend hospitalization and surgery for your condition," Meng Qingfei's voice came through.

Ji Xiang concentrated, pondering that what he was experiencing seemed very different from reality. He had originally wanted to experience firsthand the thoughts of patients who didn't care about acute appendicitis and eventually suffered perforation and peritonitis but still refused to be hospitalized.

But I never expected this!

Now what? What am I going to do?

Ji Xiang looked at Meng Qingfei, at a loss for what to do.

"I don't need to be hospitalized," the young woman said. "Doctor, just give me an IV drip for two days. It's a minor ailment; I don't need to be hospitalized."

"Do you know how serious your illness is?" Meng Qingfei asked seriously, seeing that the patient didn't seem to care at all and thought it was just a minor ailment.

"But I have to go to class, doctor, I really don't have time to be hospitalized," the patient said, trying to be polite.

"Lie down, I'll check again," Meng Qingfei said.

Ji Xiang noticed that after Teacher Meng Qingfei finished speaking, the young girl's eyes showed distrust, and even some hostility.

Meng Qingfei also noticed this. After he finished speaking, he pretended not to have said anything and turned to find Ji Xiang.

"Xiao Ji, come here."

"Teacher Meng, what's wrong?"

Meng Qingfei hesitated for a moment, feeling both embarrassed and conflicted.

He didn't hide anything; it was all clearly written on his face.

But it didn't take long before Meng Qingfei smiled and asked, "Want to ask Director Bai for a favor?"

As he spoke, Meng Qingfei rubbed his hands on the back of his white coat, as if he had just washed his hands and was drying them on the coat.

Meng Qingfei felt quite embarrassed to make such a request.

"???" Ji Xiang was completely puzzled.

"The patient is from the university next door. Ask Director Bai if he knows their dean's phone number. If possible, talk to the dean."

Although Ji Xiang was full of doubts, he did not question it and immediately dialed Director Bai's number to explain the situation.

"I see," Director Bai said. "Okay, send me the patient's name and other information."

After sending a message to Director Bai, Meng Qingfei turned around to find the patient again, only to find her looking unhappy and slowly moving away with her back bent.

Meng Qingfei did not stop these stubborn patients.

I've said it many times, and if I stop you now, something else might happen.

Before Ji Xiang could even ask, another carload of patients who had gotten drunk and started arguing and fighting while eating barbecue arrived.

A dozen or so people were disheveled, and the leader, a burly man, was wailing and muttering something that Ji Xiang couldn't understand.

Let's deal with it, but what should we do?

There were over a dozen patients who needed stitches, and those who needed tests were given tests. After that, there was tetanus diagnosis and writing medical records. In short, I was quite busy.

Police would likely respond to similar situations. Medical records need to be written carefully. After suturing several patients covered in blood, Ji Xiang focused on writing the medical records.

Just as I finished, a man in his forties wearing glasses stood at the door of the clinic and knocked.

"Hello, may I ask which one of you is Dr. Meng?"

"I am." Meng Qingfei finally showed a relaxed expression when he saw the man and the girl behind him.

"I'm from the Agricultural University..." the man began to introduce himself, then glared sternly at the patient behind him. "I'm sorry, the child is being immature and has caused you trouble."

"It's nothing." Meng Qingfei opened the hospital admission notice, handed it to the man with glasses, and then gave him a wink.

The bespectacled man understood and took advantage of the time while accompanying the examinee and pushing the wheelchair to find Meng Qingfei alone.

It's really convenient to get things done when you meet a sensible person, Ji Xiang smiled.

"The patient's condition is very serious, and there is a small chance that he will need to be admitted to the ICU after the surgery," Meng Qingfei said seriously.

The bespectacled man immediately tensed up.

"I suggest you call the student's parents. I'll provide you with the detailed medical records later. If you need anything else, you can contact me directly."

"Okay." The head of the teaching department was a little confused and replied in a low voice.

Being admitted to the ICU and facing imminent death was indeed a major event for him, a truly momentous one.

He looked at Meng Qingfei with gratitude, because he knew that if he didn't know about this and something happened to the student, he would be one of the scapegoats.

Currently, everything is still under control.

"It will take about 30 minutes. You can take the patient to the hospital first, and come back to me to pick up the medical records after everything is done."

After giving all the instructions, Meng Qingfei watched the bespectacled man push the patient to the hospital, and Meng Qingfei finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ji Xiang had another medical record to fill out. After he finished writing it, the bespectacled man still hadn't come down. Ji Xiang took this opportunity to pull Meng Qingfei aside to find out what was going on.

"Teacher Meng, do you often call Director Bai to solve problems?" Ji Xiang asked curiously.

"Of course not." Meng Qingfei laughed. "Before you came, I couldn't get in touch with Director Bai. He wouldn't even answer my call."

"..." Ji Xiang felt that Teacher Meng's words were a bit exaggerated.

"I'm going to the medical department too, so this is a good opportunity to familiarize myself with the work beforehand," Meng Qingfei said with a smile to Ji Xiang.

"How did you handle similar patients in the past?"

"Write the patient's informed consent form, and have them sign two copies," Meng Qingfei said. "The patient is stubborn and doesn't accept my diagnosis and treatment methods. If something goes wrong and they come looking for me, I'll have something to absolve myself of responsibility. But, although doing this doesn't involve much responsibility, I still feel a little regretful."

Ji Xiang knew where Meng Qingfei's regret lay.

The patient heard from somewhere that appendicitis could be treated with anti-inflammatory therapy, without surgery, and that it wasn't serious, so he persisted with it.

She didn't know that once the appendix perforates and her stomach is full of feces, she could suffer from toxic shock, which is a serious illness that would require ICU admission.

"Xiao Ji, let me ask you, why do you think the patient insists on not having surgery?"

Ji Xiang shook his head.

"One day I was on emergency call when a man came in and asked me how many scars his girlfriend had on her stomach and what kind of surgery she had."

"???"

"I'm worried that my girlfriend has had a C-section or something similar before, or... all sorts of other strange surgeries."

Ji Xiang seemed to understand, but he didn't ask.

"This is just one possibility. College students should have a proper understanding of appendicitis. Maybe they're afraid of pain? Afraid of surgery? Afraid of blood? Who knows?"

As Meng Qingfei spoke, he stretched and looked relaxed.

"It's alright now."

"Teacher Meng," Ji Xiang steered the conversation back on track, "How did you know that Director Bai knows the dean of students next door?"

Meng Qingfei looked at Ji Xiang as if he were a monster, his gaze complex.

Ji Xiang scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"Sigh." Meng Qingfei shook his head. "Xiao Ji, some things are better left unsaid. For example, do you know how much influence Director Bai wields?"

"have no idea."

"Let me put it this way, there was once a nurse in the pediatrics department who was assaulted and suffered lasting effects. The hospital just took care of her, what else could they do, right?"

Ji Xiang nodded.

"Back then, Director Bai had just arrived at the hospital and was still a junior doctor. He didn't know the nurses; he had only heard about them. It was either the year before last or last year when the nurse's son took the civil service exam. He passed the written test and got to the interview stage."

"Director Bai contacted him for follow-up."

"If this kid does well, he can probably be promoted to deputy section chief in 5 years. After that, it will depend on his own fate."

"That's amazing? Is it because of the Northeast?" Ji Xiang asked.

Meng Qingfei glanced at Ji Xiang. "You think it's only like this in the Northeast? Are you kidding me?"

"For example?"

"For example, you."

"..." Ji Xiang was ashamed.

"For example, in the early years, the head of neurosurgery had a very good relationship with a big shot in Beijing, and they addressed each other as master and apprentice. Once, he invited the big shot to perform an aneurysm surgery. The surgery was successful. During dinner, the head of neurosurgery received a phone call. His niece had passed the civil service exam in Shanghai and asked if she could go to a better department."

"As it turned out, the big boss of the Ran family solved it with just one phone call."

Ji Xiang scratched his head, recalling the kind of thing he had experienced firsthand.

The entire hospital held a meeting, and the final conclusion was that they should file a complaint against the hospital in the city, and then the hospital would provide compensation.

Ji Xiang thought that the origin of the world must be absurd.

"Putting that aside, Director Bai can reduce the difficulty of many things within the institute. Basically, things that are hellish in his eyes are only A-level difficulty."

"A few years ago, when the head of the glandular surgery department first took office..." Meng Qingfei paused, looking intently at Ji Xiang, "Ji, let me ask you, if you become the head, who will be the first person you build a relationship with in the hospital?"

"It's the medical affairs office, definitely the medical affairs office and the relevant vice president," Ji Xiang gave an affirmative answer.

The image of that short, chubby man also appeared before Ji Xiang's eyes, making him wonder if the director of the medical affairs department was capable of solving his own problems.

There should be, but he doesn't know why he's unwilling to do so.

No matter how big the commotion gets, the medical affairs office is a clean government department and nothing will happen to them. Perhaps, the short, fat guy is secretly fanning the flames.

With this in mind, Ji Xiang's mind opened up instantly, and the more he thought about that short, fat guy, the more likely he was to succeed.

"Yes, it's the medical affairs office." Meng Qingfei's words interrupted Ji Xiang's thoughts. "The head of the glandular surgery department just took office and encountered three medical disputes, including a major incident of nosocomial infection."

"And in the end? Director Bai took care of everything. When Director Bai took people to the Department of Glandular Surgery for examination, he was actually endorsing the newly appointed director and telling the dishonest and unruly professors in charge of the group, 'These are my people, don't mess with them.'"

"The local official is more powerful than the distant one; that's probably the idea," Meng Qingfei concluded.

"Where is the dean?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Hehe, the dean and vice dean will certainly put in a good word for you, but what if the medical affairs office doesn't listen to you? You don't even need to state your position directly, just take a few minutes slower when doing things," Meng Qingfei said with a smile.

This time, Ji Xiang had a personal understanding of everything that the empathizers had experienced.

"Everything is going through the normal procedures, there's nothing wrong with it, but things just won't move forward. Isn't that infuriating?" Meng Qingfei said to Ji Xiang with a mocking look.

"Oh, right." Ji Xiang said thoughtfully.

"If this patient had come two years ago, before I met you and wasn't familiar with Director Bai, he would definitely have signed two documents and put his fingerprint on them. The patient would have kept one, and I would have kept one. The signed documents would have to be locked in a cabinet for at least a year."

"Teacher Meng, have you ever encountered a similar situation?" Ji Xiang asked vaguely, but Meng Qingfei understood what he meant.

"I have encountered that before." Meng Qingfei nodded. "A few years ago, I met an old man, probably in his 60s, who was taking a walk in the evening and passed by our hospital. He wasn't feeling well, so he stopped by for a check-up and mainly wanted to get some medicine."

"He had a lump on his back that wasn't very mobile. I suspected it was a tumor, possibly even a metastatic one. I wanted him to get it checked, but he refused and asked for medication instead."

"What's really troubling is that the more I talk about it, the more people think I'm a heartless doctor, just like that student today."

"I think he just wanted to get his medicine, but felt it was a waste to make an appointment just for medicine, so he came to see me as well."

"..."

Ji Xiang looked at Meng Qingfei helplessly.

It is indeed very troublesome to encounter similar situations.

"At the time, I had no other choice but to write a detailed medical history and have the patient sign it—that he would be responsible for all consequences arising from his refusal to undergo further examinations for personal reasons."

"And then?" Ji Xiang asked.

"About three months later, the patient's son came to my door. He was initially angry and pointed his finger at me. Although he didn't curse or lay a hand on me, it looked like he was about to do something."

"I had no choice but to open the cabinet and take out the signed form to show him. After seeing the signed form and the fingerprint on it, the patient's family member didn't say anything, turned around and left."

Ji Xiang shrugged.

"From now on, whenever I encounter a similar situation, I will make a copy of the signed form. I will only show the copies and keep the originals safe. If I'm careful, I won't make any big mistakes."

"If I hadn't been able to produce solid evidence that the old man refused the examination, do you believe I would have been proven guilty?"

"I believe you." Ji Xiang sighed. "Teacher Meng, it is indeed quite difficult."

"No, no, no." Meng Qingfei smiled slightly. "The lesson I learned from that incident is that when encountering relevant patients, it's best to have a way to resolve the issue and communicate effectively so as not to delay treatment."

"???" Ji Xiang was completely puzzled.

"For example, today, the patient will suffer from toxic shock not long after returning home. If Director Bai hadn't been in charge of contacting them, what do you think would have happened?" Meng Qingfei asked.

"It's unlikely the patient will survive."

"Yes." Meng Qingfei's eyes shone as he spoke softly, "While avoiding trouble is the top priority, we should still try our best to provide a clear diagnosis and treatment when a definitive diagnosis is possible. After all, we are doctors, dedicated to healing and saving lives."

"ha."

That's a good point.

Ji Xiang immediately recalled how he couldn't even get a refund and was being passed around like a football.

You can't truly understand how difficult it is to be a patient unless you experience it firsthand.

Thinking of Director Bai, Ji Xiang felt more and more that there was something wrong with the short and fat Director Wei in the story of empathy.

He most likely knows how to handle this.

However, the intelligent system was developed by a certain domestic technology company that operates without borders and is used clinically. He had long harbored resentment towards this, so while outwardly appearing to want to quell the controversy, he secretly urged himself to do something about it.

As for how it was resolved in the end, and what the short, fat man's thoughts were, Ji Xiang had no idea.

But that person must be extraordinary, and they were deliberately causing trouble.

"Everyone benefits from what happened today." Meng Qingfei smiled and held up one finger. "First, we don't have to face the heartbreaking scene of parents wailing and the elderly burying their children after the patient's death. Although it has nothing to do with you or me, we've said what we needed to say, and we've preserved the evidence, but we should still avoid looking at it if we can avoid it."

Ji Xiang nodded.

"Secondly, the school's dean of students also doesn't want any students to get into trouble, since there are management loopholes that could have serious consequences."

"Third, Director Bai used this incident to curry favor with the Dean of Students, so that if they meet again in the future, they can forge a good relationship."

"Teacher Meng, some people say that what you're doing looks greasy?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Sigh." Meng Qingfei didn't take Ji Xiang's "offense" to heart. He smiled and said, "What's wrong with being greasy? Why do you have to be dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse, wandering the world with a sword? I'd like to, but reality doesn't allow it."

"On another level, greasy oil is also a lubricant..."

At this point, Meng Qingfei glanced at Ji Xiang.

"I wasn't corrupted by the urology department," Ji Xiang said.

Meng Qingfei continued, "In my daily work, whether it's colleagues, patients, or their families, they are all people. As long as there are people, there will be all sorts of bumps and stumbles. A little more lubrication will make things easier for everyone."

"I understand," Ji Xiang said respectfully.

Indeed, he didn't think there was anything wrong with being greasy; in fact, it seemed to have become a virtue when Meng Qingfei said it.

"The patient survived today, and Director Bai gained some honor points at the university next door. We have a clear conscience, so isn't that good?" Meng Qingfei said. "What do you think, Xiao Ji?"

Ji Xiang smiled, "That's true."

If we followed the same approach as in the story of "Empathy," the patient might have died.

"Speaking of which, Xiao Ji, I always feel that Director Bai is a bit too hasty in his work. With your qualifications, applying for the Outstanding Young Scientists Program... or the Young Seedling Program would be more suitable. Young man, don't rush, take your time."

"Teacher Meng, it seems like I'm almost meeting the requirements."

"???" Meng Qingfei was taken aback.

Ji Xiang briefly explained the doctoral degree and research center at Massachusetts General Hospital to Meng Qingfei, who was so shocked his jaw almost dropped.

The resident trainee who's been keeping me company during night shifts is actually going to become a PhD?!

He also holds a doctorate from Harvard Medical School, making him a double doctorate holder.

Emmmm, people are indeed different.

Meng Qingfei sighed, "I was overthinking it. I recently did some research on your 'hard-line' strategy and thought 'green seedlings' would be more suitable. I never expected this... never expected this."

He said "I didn't expect this" three times in a row.

"Hey." Ji Xiang was a little embarrassed, but he felt more proud in front of his familiar teacher.

"Actually, it's best to go to Peking Union Medical College Hospital. It's the easiest place to apply for and get approved for the Outstanding Young Scientists Fund in Medicine. However, with the dual doctorates from Harvard Medical School, as well as their workstations and project teams, it should be fine."

The nurse called Meng Qingfei from outside, and he and Ji Xiang stopped chatting and ran out to get busy.

That's how it is at night in the emergency room—chaotic and never a moment's peace.

……

……

Zhou Tianbo and Wei Fusi were drinking.

After returning to the capital, Zhou Tianbo was no longer as busy as before and was preparing various materials for the selection of outstanding young talents.

"Tianbo, I wish I were as well-prepared as you," Wei Fusi said, feeling quite frustrated.

"No, I checked, there are still enough spots available," Zhou Tianbo said with a smile.

In fact, Zhou Tianbo had been preparing for the National Science Fund for Distinguished Young Scholars for at least two and a half years, while Wei Fusi was cramming at the last minute, so there was a big difference between the two.

However, this is something that cannot be said to Wei Fusi's face.

"Speaking of Tianbo, you now have a reputation for being a miracle worker."

"what?"

Wei Fusi said, his eyes sparkling, as if joking, "I'm really envious. So many patients come to you, and you have so many surgeries to perform."

Zhou Tianbo smiled and said, "It's all thanks to my hard work."

"Do you have an enlarged prostate?" Wei Fusi suddenly asked.

"???" Zhou Tianbo looked puzzled.

"If you keep peeing on your hands, will peeing on your hands bring back spring?" Wei Fusi said, then laughed heartily.

Zhou Tianbo sighed. He knew Wei Fusi well. Back in the provincial capital, Wei Fusi was a bit too hasty in his actions and was criticized by Ji Xiang. After returning, he didn't restrain his jealousy at all.

No wonder his teacher doesn't pay much attention to him.

"Tianbo, do you think I have a chance this year?" Wei Fusi asked, frowning, unaware that he had offended someone.

"I think you have a chance," Zhou Tianbo said honestly. "I've studied all the people who have opportunities this year, and I think you have a chance."

Wei Fusi's eyes lit up. "Really!"

"Really, but..."

"But what?" Wei Fusi asked.

"There's a dark horse, have you noticed it?"

"Who?"

"I heard from people at the Second Affiliated Hospital that Ji Xiang from the Second Affiliated Hospital was messing around and preparing to send a resident physician to participate in the selection of outstanding young scientists. I met Ji Xiang early on, probably when he first entered the Second Affiliated Hospital for residency training."

Wei Fusi's eyes revealed disdain.

"Listen to me, if it were someone else, with enough experience, you could probably manage a round trip. But with Ji Xiang... it's not necessarily true."

"Impossible, he can't even reach the red line."

Zhou Tianbo thought so too; he believed this was Ji Xiang's only weakness.

"At the time, Ji Xiang and I were performing a circumcision together. I was scolded like a dog, but I didn't feel it on the operating table. I took it all for granted. You know what a senior doctor is, right? This is roughly what it means. It's similar to how Boss Gu scolded me."

"You're the biggest coward," Wei Fusi said disdainfully.

"Sigh." Zhou Tianbo shook his head. "Later, during a rescue, Ji Xiang opened a channel through the corpus cavernosum to send the fluid in. It was after that that I started to take this young man seriously."

"Anyway, be careful of him."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Wei Fusi still remembered Ji Xiang and the time he was rebuked by Ji Xiang. He recalled it all, slammed his wine glass down, and said, "He's not even good enough for the red line. If he could be selected as an outstanding young person, I'd eat this glass."

(End of this chapter)