Doctor of Healing

Coming out of the system space, Ji Xiang recalled the system NPC surgery process, he still felt like a dream.

"Prepare to cut the bag, local anesthetic, and syringe." Mr. Wu is preparing to cut and clean the sinus.

These small jobs are nothing to Mr. Wu.

It's just a little troublesome.

Can you touch it?Jixiang stretched out his hand and pressed on the patient's left groin. There is a little difference between here and the right side, but the difference is not big.

In essence, Ji Xiang knew that he had seen the operation in the operating room of the system and formed a preconceived concept after witnessing the miracle, so he felt that there was a problem.

If you don't know, there is a high probability that you won't be able to find the problem.

Ji Xiang hesitated for a moment, and was going to load it, and then give it to Mr. Wu.

But he always feels bad, especially now that the patient's family is on the side, what if Mr. Wu becomes angry from embarrassment.

And Jixiang doesn't want to use this skill all the time.

Mr. Wu seems to have Stockholm Syndrome, and Ji Xiang is worried that he always uses the [superior doctor's gaze], what will he do if he pesters him in the future.

"Mr. Wu." Ji Xiang whispered.

Mr. Wu paused his hands, and he realized something—is that weird feeling coming again?

From the initial resistance to some resistance, Mr. Wu began to accept that feeling when he found that his technical level was really improving a little bit.

As for now, Mr. Wu himself didn't realize that there was some joy deep in his heart.

The sharp gaze, the way of swearing when you open your mouth, hurry up, hurry up!
however,
Nothing happened.

Mr. Wu was a little puzzled, and shook his left shoulder. There was indeed no such heavy, substantive pressure.

He turned his head in doubt and looked at Ji Xiang.

"Borrow a step?" Ji Xiang whispered.

"how?"

"Mr. Wu, I think there is a little problem." Ji Xiang tried his best to express his opinion in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

If Mr. Wu doesn't know what's interesting, I can only give him a shot.

You can't watch the patient be disabled for a lifetime, right?

But what Jixiang thought didn't happen, and Mr. Wu was very sensible. Although he was a little confused, he asked the nurse to prepare things and came out with Jixiang at this time.

"Doctor Xiaoji, what do you think is going on?" Mr. Wu asked cautiously.

Everything before that deserves his caution.

Ji Xiang turned his head and saw the patient's family members standing at the door with haggard and vicissitudes of life. He winked.

President Wu agrees, and takes Jixiang to his duty room.

After closing the door, Ji Xiang said seriously, "Mr. Wu, I just touched the patient's groin and felt something inside."

"Something?" Mr. Wu was startled, and then laughed, "It's the subcutaneous fat layer, the inguinal lymph nodes, you touched the wrong one."

As soon as the words fell, Mr. Wu had a slightly strange expression on his face.

Logically, he does not believe that the patient has any other problems. This is not an intractable disease, but a trauma patient who is fortunate or unfortunate.

But there was a villain in Mr. Wu's heart who was shouting, and he almost told him to listen to Ji Xiang by his ear.

"Yes, there is a problem." Ji Xiang replied with certainty.

The operation point will be loaded in a second, and if Mr. Wu doesn't listen, just give him a shot.

But it took only a second for Mr. Wu's expression to change from relaxed to dignified, faster than Ji Xiang's loading.

"Is that so? I'll go and touch it. It looked fine just now." Mr. Wu said cautiously.

But after he finished speaking, he didn't turn around and left, but stood still, as if thinking about something.

Ji Xiang didn't disturb Mr. Wu's thinking, and waited quietly.

"I...go and touch it." Mr. Wu repeated again, turned and went out.

His movements were very slow, and on the way to the treatment room, his pace gradually accelerated a little until it was normal.

"Boss Wu, hurry up and clear the wound." A voice came from the disposal room.

It's Professor Zheng, today's second line, he happened to pass by and saw the patient.

I have seen a lot of similar patients in urology department, I can only feel that the patient is unlucky, and I hope that plastic surgery can treat it in the future.Surgery, in fact, is now available, but it is estimated that patients do not have the money to do it.

Then do the most basic treatment.

"Professor Zheng, I had a physical examination just now, and I think there is something wrong with the patient." Mr. Wu walked into the treatment room and reported to the second-line professors.

"You do it first, you can't call me." Professor Zheng felt that Mr. Wu was worried about the problem of cleaning the sinuses, so he said very "magnanimously".

Mr. Wu didn't say anything, walked up to the patient and stretched out his hands to press the patient's groin on both sides.

Feeling carefully, it seems that there is a problem, and it seems that there is no problem.

Mr. Wu felt relieved, Dr. Xiaoji made a mistake!But immediately the villain in his heart yelled again, reminding him to be more cautious.

"You do it first." Professor Zheng smiled, "Hurry up, I have something to do."

He reminded Mr. Wu not to delay his meal.

Second-line duty is generally not in the hospital, after all, there are always hospitalizations.

In some hospitals, the inpatients are always called the second line, and the professors on duty are called the third line. This is a different rule, but the same thing is that the professors on duty are usually nothing serious.

This is the special situation. The treatment of the sinus tract seems simple, but it is easy to clean it up without experience, leaving hidden dangers.

Professor Zheng is also cautious.

President Wu let out a sigh of relief, "Professor Zheng, I'll take the patient for a B-ultrasound."

"B-ultrasound?" Professor Zheng looked at Mr. Wu like a fool.

"Swipe your face and take a look." Mr. Wu said, "Don't worry if there's nothing wrong, if something happens..."

"How could something be wrong, you think there is a big abscess down there?"

Mr. Wu was speechless.

Professor Zheng's logic is correct, but the tearing feeling in Mr. Wu's heart came up again.

He hesitated for a while, but when he thought of his progress in laser lithotripsy and the fact that patients with air embolism could be cured with a bottle of erythromycin ointment, he immediately became firm.

"I'll take the patient to have a scan right away, soon, soon." President Wu said again and again.

Professor Zheng couldn't help it either, he shook his head, wondering what evil Mr. Wu had committed.

In less than 10 minutes, Professor Zheng received a call from Mr. Wu, saying that he suspected that there was something wrong with the patient's left groin. It didn't look like fat, but he couldn't tell what it was, and he was going to the operating room.

Hearing the news, Professor Zheng was furious.

What are you doing!

Professor Zheng angrily pushed open the door of the director's office.

"Director, there are more and more problems with Mr. Wu's work." Professor Zheng said, "He has been able to remove the laser lithograph by himself during this period of time. I thought he was making progress with his heart. You can see the result!"

"What's wrong?" Director Liu raised his head and asked in doubt.

Professor Zheng told Director Liu about the patient's condition.

"It's enough to remove the urine, and then clean the subcutaneous sinus, it's a very simple job, Boss Wu insists on going to the operating room!" Professor Zheng was very angry, with a straight face, "I think Boss Wu is a little bit drifting. "