Healing Doctor

Chapter 805 Ji Xiang's Patient

"Tianbo, you said Ji Xiang is so young and didn't have much talent before, how could he overtake others on a curve?" Wei Fusi grumbled.

"Is getting a perfect score and ranking first in the country in the medical licensing exam not enough? What other talent do you want? If this doesn't count as talent, I really don't know what does," Zhou Tianbo retorted helplessly.

He recalled the time he went to inquire about the review results after passing the medical licensing exam.

That day and today really do look a bit alike.

At the time, I still regarded Ji Xiang as a promising young student and did not consider him as my competitor.

Unexpectedly, six months later, even their own boss, Mr. Gu, was making a joke about it.

Although he didn't want to refute Wei Fusi, Wei Fusi's words were too absurd. Speaking of talent, Zhou Tianbo had never seen anyone better than Ji Xiang, never.

"He's completely unqualified. I don't know how much money he spent to buy two doctoral degrees from Harvard Medical School!" Wei Fusi continued to berate him, becoming more and more agitated as he spoke, finally slamming his right fist into the ground.

"Boom~~~"

The noisy noise coming from inside startled Wei Fusi.

In a daze, he thought he had become One-Punch Man, smashing a crater in the ground. After a moment of surprise, Wei Fusi realized that the noise was coming from the unseen conference room.

"They're arguing?" Wei Fusi turned around and looked at the conference room, which was completely out of the way to see.

Zhou Tianbo looked at Wei Fusi with pity.

"Tianbo, what's going on here? I thought I could give it a try this year, but look, I was squeezed out by a resident trainee. I'm really not convinced." Wei Fusi sighed, feeling distressed and depressed.

"Stop thinking about it," Zhou Tianbo advised. "If it doesn't work this year, there's next year, and if it doesn't work next year, there's the year after. Your experience will only increase, and eventually you'll succeed."

"Sigh." Wei Fusi sighed, "I'm unlucky; I don't get to meet your high-quality patients."

Zhou Tianbo was taken aback.

High-quality patients, as the name suggests, have nothing to do with money.

Zhou Tianbo recently performed an emergency partial nephrectomy. The patient was in critical condition in the ICU after the surgery, and his condition was deteriorating rapidly.

Zhou Tianbo braced himself and explained to the patient's family that it was an emergency surgery and that a riskier surgical procedure was chosen to preserve some of the patient's kidney function.

This situation is quite tricky and dangerous for the practitioner.

However, after the explanation, the patient's family expressed that they completely believed Zhou Tianbo.

If there is even the slightest possibility, please do your utmost. Even if something unexpected happens during the second surgery, you will absolutely not blame Zhou Tianbo.

Trusted by the patient's family, Zhou Tianbo went on stage again, cleaned the hematoma, found the bleeding vessel, and ligated it twice, securing it tightly so that the bleeding stopped.

After handling the matter, he stepped down smoothly.

Seven days later, the patient was basically cured and discharged from the hospital.

Even now, Zhou Tianbo still keeps the contact information of patients and their families, and has made notes that only he knows.

If this family encounters any difficulties in the future, Zhou Tianbo believes he will provide assistance to the best of his ability.

The "high-quality patient" that Wei Fusi refers to is someone who trusts doctors.

However, Wei Fusi is usually anxious when performing surgery and doesn't have time to communicate with patients' families, which is another unsolvable problem...

Just then, a faint sigh came from inside.

Wei Fusi suddenly perked up. "Tianbo, is there any news? See if Boss Gu left you a message."

It can't be that fast.

Zhou Tianbo muttered something to himself, but still took out his phone and glanced at it.

No news yet.

"Sigh." Wei Fusi sighed deeply again. "Some people are lucky, and many people always help them for no reason, but I can only rely on my own efforts. It's really difficult."

Zhou Tianbo remained silent, completely unsure how to comfort Wei Fusi.

A dozen minutes later, Old Gu came out, stretched, and squinted at the distance.

"Boss, how is it?" Zhou Tianbo and Wei Fusi had already stood up and stood respectfully beside Old Master Gu. Zhou Tianbo asked in a low voice.

"Good."

Good?

What does this mean?

Zhou Tianbo looked at his boss in surprise, wondering what exactly "pretty good" meant.

"Mr. Gu, have the results of the selection for Outstanding Young Scientists been announced?" Wei Fusi asked cautiously.

"The result? Oh? Is that what you're asking about?"

"Then..." Wei Fusi was stunned.

That's completely irrelevant; what Old Gu said and what I thought were two different things.

However, the group of judges dragged it out for so long, half a month without any results. Finally, they held a meeting to discuss it, but Mr. Gu could not express himself clearly.

"Oh well." Old Gu smiled slightly. "Little Wei, let's wait until next year."

"What?!" Wei Fusi's veins bulged on the back of his hand.

"We were supposed to discuss the quota issue today, since Xiao Ji is still young and some of his criteria are ambiguous, which people might criticize. Also, his sports medicine results are good, but his application materials mention a kidney cancer removal surgery, which is also a point of contention."

Wei Fusi didn't speak, but stared wide-eyed at Old Gu.

"But after a meeting, everyone was distracted. The World Cup final, huh? Hahaha."

"Then I turned on the TV, ready to 'waste' 90 minutes watching the World Cup final first."

"The first half is over, and Neymar's performance was fantastic! It made me feel a little dazed, like I was back a few years ago. Back then, Tianbo had just come to my clinic, and his surgeries weren't going well yet. So many years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Neymar is still the same. No, he's more experienced now, not the naive young man he used to be."

"..."

"..."

Wei Fusi and Zhou Tianbo fell silent after hearing what Elder Gu said.

Ji Xiang doesn't need to produce countless pieces of evidence to prove his awesomeness. He can simply turn on the TV or his phone and watch the World Cup. Neymar running all over the field is Ji Xiang's biggest evidence.

"A few old guys disagreed at first, but Neymar is running on the pitch, and his condition is said to be better than it was ten years ago. Moreover, he is experienced and seasoned, so they couldn't bring themselves to say anything to question him."

As he spoke, Old Gu glanced at Wei Fusi and said, "You're a surgeon, so let me ask you what kind of surgeon is the best."

"His body is at its peak, and he's experienced, bold yet meticulous. In addition, he has an excellent understanding of anatomy and anatomy," Wei Fusi replied subconsciously.

This is a clinically recognized fact.

This generally refers to practitioners aged 35-45, whose physical functions have not declined significantly, whose eyesight is still good and whose hands are still trembling, yet who have accumulated countless years of experience.

Simply put, this kind of practitioner is in their prime.

"Neymar is in this strange state right now. He's over thirty, and if I were young, I would have retired and become a coach long ago. But he's still running on the field, and his performance is fantastic!"

When Mr. Gu talked about Neymar, he was beaming with pride, as if he had returned to seven or eight years ago.

Wei Fusi was somewhat discouraged, and his clenched fists gradually loosened, a sense of powerlessness enveloping his entire body.

Such a "big" piece of evidence, a living, breathing piece of evidence that could be seen running around the entire venue, was on television, and even the judges were on the edge of their seats.

This is indeed more convincing than dry academic papers or projects.

Moreover, even when it comes to comparing academic papers, Wei Fusi knew he couldn't compare to that young man.

It's a ghost!

Where did this monster come from?!

"Neymar is in great form, and with a bunch of young players fully supporting him, I feel like the World Cup where Messi reigned supreme in 22 is back," said Mr. Gu with great interest.

"Boss, please watch your blood pressure," Zhou Tianbo reminded him.

"What's there to worry about? You're just making a fuss!" Old Gu said dismissively. "Every day, the dog lives a mundane life, watched over like a prisoner by you all. How boring. The competition's over today, come have a couple of drinks with me!"

"Okay, boss." Zhou Tianbo didn't dare to question his boss and could only agree.

It's rare for my boss to be in such a good mood, so let him have a few drinks. I'm keeping an eye on him, so I'm not worried about him causing any big trouble.

Wei Fusi looked blank, seemingly lost in thought.

After working for so long, I never imagined that everything was predestined.

All they had to do was show the live broadcast of the match; they didn't even need to say a word. Wei Fusi didn't know how to comment on this.

It seems that a similar situation has never occurred in the selection of outstanding young people.

Old Gu glanced at Wei Fusi and said with a smile, "Young Wei, you are outstanding."

Sigh, once the nice things are said, what's left are the unpleasant words, Wei Fusi knew that.

"But when we watch the game, when Neymar makes a brilliant move, do you know what we say?"

"How so?"

"I don't know who first mentioned it, but Ji Xiang's patients are behaving well."

"!!!"

"!!!"

Wei Fusi and Zhou Tianbo were dumbfounded.

Ji Xiang's patient?

Why are they no longer referring to Neymar, but instead using "patient" to describe him?

Although what he said was true, something still felt off.

Ji Xiang's patient... Zhou Tianbo thought about this term repeatedly, his heart filled with waves of longing.

He could vaguely hear the deafening cheers echoing in his ears, and the focus of the world's attention was on—Ji Xiang's patient.

Emmmm.

Upon deeper reflection, not only Wei Fusi, but even Zhou Tianbo felt a sense of bewilderment.

"You guys keep chatting, I'll continue watching the game." Old Gu stretched his limbs. Although he said he didn't like others interfering with him, he was extremely concerned about his health.

Before the start of the second half, Old Gu rushed back to continue watching the game.

Unexpectedly, the final and most crucial meeting of the Outstanding Young Scientists Award review committee turned into a live game for fans.

Wei Fusi stared blankly into the distance. All his efforts had been in vain.

He had originally intended to struggle a bit, but the subject of Ji Xiang's patient was so heavy that it shattered everything, reducing it to dust.

"He got a huge advantage; he's really good at taking advantage of others," Wei Fusi muttered.

Zhou Tianbo really didn't know what Wei Fusi's brain circuits were like. Ji Xiang got a huge advantage.

Maybe.

Zhou Tianbo took out his phone and found a shady spot to watch the live stream.

The atmosphere was lively, and Neymar sat in the rest area, sipping water little by little.

Zhou Tianbo noticed a detail, however—Neymar's face and body were almost completely dry. He was also chatting and laughing with those around him, appearing relaxed.

This means that Neymar did not give it his all.

The score is 1-0, with Brazil in the lead.

Wei Fusi leaned closer and immediately spotted "Ji Xiang's patient." He subconsciously curled his lip in disdain.

However, he was also a Neymar fan, and instantly forgot about Ji Xiang's condition, focusing intently on the reading.

"Neymar looks to be in great shape," Wei Fusi said. "Tianbo, did you notice? Neymar isn't sweating."

"I've noticed."

"I remember Neymar was already walking around the pitch two years ago, and it was really heartbreaking to see. At the time, I thought everyone gets old. Maradona got old, Messi got old, and Neymar got old too."

"But he seems to be in pretty good shape now; his physical training over the past year has been very effective," Zhou Tianbo said.

"..." Wei Fusi realized.

How could you do that without a healthy body!

Neymar's physical fitness has been declining at a visible rate, which is related to his age and lack of physical training after his injuries.

But looking at Neymar now, Wei Fusi felt somewhat dazed.

He even felt that Ji Xiang was like a magician who could reverse time, and Neymar could turn back the clock with a simple magic trick.

Not only that, Neymar also gained ten years of on-field experience out of nowhere, which is practically like having a cheat code.

The second half began with the referee's whistle.

Wei Fusi and Zhou Tianbo missed the first half of the game, but now that they're watching closely, Neymar is incredibly agile, even healthier and faster than he was in previous games.

It seems Neymar knew this was the most important match of his life, bar none, so he brought out all his potential.

Wei Fusi watched Neymar move with incredible speed in silence, finding it hard to believe that this was the performance of a veteran nearing retirement.

Neymar looks even better than in the previous matches.

Even if Neymar is just strolling around in the attacking third and not participating in defense, the opposing team will still assign someone to hold an ashtray for him and protect him.

Even so, Neymar's speed and explosiveness on every counterattack made Zhou Tianbo and Wei Fusi take notice.

This doesn't look like a veteran who has suffered a serious injury and is on the verge of retirement at all!

In the 66th minute of the second half, Neymar received a long kick from the goalkeeper, dribbled past two opposing defenders and then past the goalkeeper, and deftly sent the ball into the net.

Neymar didn't run; instead, he raised his arms high, enjoying the excited cheers of everyone in the final stadium.

2-0.

If things continue as they are, the outcome of the match is no longer in doubt.

Neymar's form is so good, it's astonishing. Every time he receives the ball, the opposing players tense up and press him, and later on, they even resort to fouls to prevent Neymar from getting the ball.

Because they've committed a lot of players to Neymar, the pressure on other aspects has been greatly reduced.

Ten minutes later, his teammate scored another goal.

With Neymar on the team, his teammates face minimal pressure and have excellent opportunities.

Wei Fusi watched this scene helplessly, feeling very uncomfortable.

Although he also likes Neymar, the better Neymar performs now, the more it proves that Ji Xiang's surgery was done well.

The label of "Ji Xiang's patient" was unacceptable to Wei Fusi.

The match was exciting.

World Cup finals are usually not very exciting because everyone is under a lot of pressure, and defense is the main theme.

It's a well-known fact that major tournaments rarely produce memorable games.

But this World Cup final was different, simply because Neymar was in such good form, absolutely phenomenal.

Even if he just strolls around the field, the opposing team will still have to send someone to watch him.

Even so, Neymar's dazzling performances still amazed everyone.

There was no suspense whatsoever, and even Neymar's stunning free-kick goal near the end of the match failed to excite Wei Fusi and Zhou Tianbo.

They subconsciously believe that this is how it should be.

The match ended, and Brazil went from 5 stars to 6 stars.

Looking at the cheering fans, Zhou Tianbo sighed deeply. He didn't turn off the live stream, but said to Wei Fusi, "Old Wei, let's do it next year."

Wei Fusi remained silent.

He was unwilling, yet he had no choice but to accept it.

The cheering and frenzied crowd on the field seemed to be showing Wei Fusi the results of Ji Xiang's surgery.

Ji Xiang's patient!

Neither Wei Fusi nor Zhou Tianbo expected Neymar to have such a "nickname," nor did they expect the patient to give the doctor such a strong response.

Seeing that Wei Fusi was silent and listless, Zhou Tianbo patted Wei Fusi on the shoulder.

Just as I was about to turn off my phone, the reporter's interview footage appeared.

As the team's star player and leader, Neymar is naturally a must-interview subject.

As Zhou Tianbo watched Neymar face Mike, a thought suddenly struck him.

What can Neymar say? What will he say?

When asked a question, Neymar answered in Portuguese, which neither Zhou Tianbo nor Wei Fusi understood, though they vaguely heard something like "Gi".

The commentators in the live stream silently awaited the translation.

They were extremely anxious as they watched Neymar shouting something at the camera.

At this moment, everyone's hearts were boiling, and everyone was eager to know what Neymar had said.

Soon, the commentators looked down at the screen in front of them and froze. They didn't immediately relay Neymar's words to the viewers on their phones or TVs.

Zhou Tianbo became increasingly certain of his own thoughts.

He didn't turn off his phone, but waited quietly.

Wei Fusi's gaze also fell on the phone screen; he could guess what the commentator would say.

"Neymar said he was grateful to a doctor in China who did it, he really did it!"

A few seconds later, the commentator translated Neymar's words.

At first, he was a little speechless, but the more he talked, the more excited and thrilled he became.

"I remember there was a variety show a while ago that said Neymar came here to have surgery, is that really true?"

The host looked confused.

Zhou Tianbo wanted to see what kind of flattery the commentator would throw out.

Ke Weifu reached out and turned off the live stream.

"Old Wei."

Wei Fusi stood up, his figure forlorn, and slowly left.

ending?

The unseen noise in the conference room already foreshadowed the outcome. Faced with Neymar's godlike performance and the subject or modifier "Ji Xiang's patient," Wei Fusi felt utterly powerless.

衰！

How could I have met such a person at the most crucial moment of my life?

Zhou Tianbo sighed softly as he watched Wei Fusi looking utterly dejected.

……

"Little Gil! Neymar says you deserve a share of the World Cup trophy!" the circulating nurse said.

The surgery was in progress, and the circulating nurse took a break to sit in a corner and watch the live broadcast.

She is excited.

But Ji Xiang remained calm, diligently performing the superselection procedure. Only after the angiography was completed and the embolization was finished did he turn around and leave the stage.

"Is that so? Neymar is indeed a veteran with top-notch mental fortitude," Ji Xiang said with a smile.

"Xiao Ji, you're not happy?"

"I'm happy!" Ji Xiang replied. "Today's surgery went very smoothly, how could I not be happy?"

The circulating nurse frowned. "Xiao Ji, you're good at everything, except you're too fond of showing off."

"..."

"If one of my post-operative patients were to participate in the World Cup finals, I definitely wouldn't schedule any surgeries today," the circulating nurse said.

"Sigh." Ji Xiang smiled, tore off his lead apron, and threw it on the operating room floor with a "bang".

"Neymar has already paid, and the effectiveness of the surgery can be determined through long-term observation, so why bother?"

The circulating nurse glanced at Ji Xiang. "It's a pity the surgery wasn't performed at our Second Affiliated Hospital, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

"I have something to brag about too."

"There's a chance, and it will happen soon. By the way, Sister Li, you don't watch rugby, do you?" Ji Xiang asked.

"I won't watch it; it's not being broadcast domestically."

"Tom has a good chance of becoming this year's best player; he's the one who had surgery here recently," Ji Xiang said. "Now, when you go to the United States for your visa, if the visa officer asks you what you're going to do there, you can tell him."

As he spoke, Ji Xiang squatted down.

"Tell him what?"

"You attended Tom's surgery, and you went to the United States to watch the Super Bowl. Tom has already prepared to have the entire team sign the football for the game and give it to you."

"!!!"

"Your visa will definitely not be rejected, and I reckon the visa officer might even shine your shoes for you."

"What's the deal with 'shoe shining'?" the circulating nurse asked, confused.

Ji Xiang smiled but didn't offer any further explanation.

"Sister Li, you don't know, in the United States, soccer and basketball aren't mainstream sports. They prefer American football and baseball," Lin Jiu explained. "Tom is more famous in the US than Neymar."

The circulating nurse shrugged; she couldn't understand what Ji Xiang or Lin Jiuze were saying at all.

After all, the visa application process was a world away from her, and she couldn't possibly perceive it.

Ji Xiang walked out of the operating room and picked up his phone.

The live stream audience was still talking about Neymar's gratitude, but perhaps the live streaming app hadn't done its homework properly and didn't have any relevant videos, so the hosts were just making empty promises.

From Zhao Dali to Wenban Yama, now there's Neymar.

However, they were mostly just repeating hearsay, and their claims were wildly wrong. Ji Xiang didn't care. After glancing at the phone, he turned it off, sat down to catch his breath, and waited for Lin Jiu to stop the bleeding and the patient to leave so he could start the next procedure.

The phone rang, and Ji Xiang glanced at it before answering the call.

"Hello, Mr. Gu."

"Thanks."

"I'll visit you in the capital another day."

After exchanging a few polite words with the old man who brought the good news, Ji Xiang hung up the phone.

"Xiao Ji, what's wrong?" Zhao Zhe asked curiously.

"You've passed the Outstanding Young Scientists Award," Ji Xiang replied casually.

(End of this chapter)