Doctor of Healing

Chapter 540 He Knows Everything, Just Doesn't Say It

"Maybe it's too cold in winter, and we Northeast people generally don't want to think too much about things." Ji Xiang chuckled, "But speaking of weird things, I encountered them once during my internship."

"It was a pregnant woman who had an obstetric examination. The fetal heart rate was abnormal. The fetal heart rate was fast and slow. It was irregular. I couldn't cry at home, and my teachers were helpless." Ji Xiang said, "After about 3 days of observation, the abnormal fetal heart rate was irregular. , when it is good, it means that the fetus is very healthy, but if it is not good... my teacher thinks that the pregnancy should be terminated."

"Has it changed so much?" Zhai Yuhan asked doubtfully.

"Yes, Mr. Zhai. At that time, all the examinations that should be done were done, but the reason could not be found. Later, I had to make an appointment for a four-dimensional color Doppler ultrasound and find the person with the highest technical level in our affiliated hospital to do it."

"Finally, it was discovered that the fetus was holding its own umbilical cord. When it was hard, the blood supply was insufficient, and the fetus passed out. When he passed out, his hand was released, and the blood supply was sufficient again. Then he woke up and continued to hold the umbilical cord."

"...The child is so naughty!" Zhai Yuhan was surprised.

"My teacher said that this kind of situation is relatively rare and very scary. The key is that there is no reason and reason."

During the chat, the operation was over, and Director Yang finished his work, feeling refreshed.

Ji Xiang didn't turn around and leave, but helped Zhai Yuhan carry the patient to the flat car and sent him to the intensive care unit for 24-48 hours.

Postoperative no severe infection toxic shock can be.

"Ah!" Boss Miao suddenly yelled, turned around and ran away.

"Little Miaozi, what are you doing?" Director Yang asked.

"The medical records haven't been written yet." Mr. Miao said hastily, "Director Pan, who is in intensive care, is not used to me."

"Mr. Miao, I just finished writing. If you have time to take a look at what you have written, I will go back and revise it." Ji Xiang said.

"what?!"

"It was when I was chatting with Mr. Kong when you took the patient to the operation, and I wrote it while chatting." Ji Xiang explained.

Mr. Miao was stunned for a moment, and picked up the medical records in front of the anesthesiologist.

When I had the surgery, there were only a few sheets of paper, but now the medical records are thick and thick, at least it looks a lot more professional.

After flipping through it hastily, Mr. Miao saw that he had everything he should have, so he was relieved.

As for whether the writing is good or not, you can modify and print it yourself.

Ji Xiang was really careful and caring in handling things, and Mr. Miao let out a long sigh.

But Ji Xiang is not greedy for merit at all, as if taking time to complete the medical records is a matter of course.

After he finished explaining, he, Yuhan Zhai, the anesthetist, and the nurse pushed the patient off the stage to the intensive care unit.

Mr. Miao hesitated and hesitated. After changing clothes, he didn't go back to the ward, but followed to the door of the intensive care unit.

In the past, worried family members of patients stood or sat at the gate of the intensive care unit, but today there are more film crews, and they are as eye-catching as donkeys mixed in with sheep.

Mr. Miao did not enter the intensive care unit, and the estimated time should come out soon.

He was right. About 3 minutes later, Ji Xiang walked out of the intensive care unit in a white suit and shoe covers on his feet.

Director Fan went directly to meet him, and enthusiastically pulled Ji Xiang and said something.

Mr. Miao carefully observed Director Fan's every move.

For ordinary people, the film and television industry belongs to the place of traffic, and Fan Dao is regarded as the big man behind the scenes of the film and television industry, representing unlimited possibilities.

As long as young people have a sweet dream about flowers, applause and fans.If Director Fan takes a fancy to them, these are not problems, Mr. Miao is somewhat thinking about it.

However, except for Jixiang.

Director Fan's expression was very kind, he pulled Ji Xiang as if he was asking something, but although Ji Xiang was smiling, Mr. Miao could read the carelessness and perfunctory in his smile.

It was a professional smile, just like the smile on his face when he was out of the clinic.It's a mask, a stereotypical mask.

Director Fan became more and more anxious as he spoke, but Ji Xiang didn't care at all. The smile he "worn" on his face didn't change at all, like a sterile mask.

Then Fan Dao seemed to be begging, he clasped his hands together, and tapped Ji Xiang twice, Ji Xiang ducked to the side, bent slightly, and whispered to Fan Dao.

Mr. Miao doesn't understand Jixiang very much.

No matter who it is, being able to appear on a variety show can reach the sky in one step, isn't it better than being a cow and a horse in a hospital?
The medical system is the chamber pot, and when it is used, it is used to say a lot of disgusting words about the noble medical ethics and the healing of the sick.When it is not needed, it will become public opinion such as unscrupulous hospitals, unscrupulous doctors, asking for money but not saving lives.

Like Mao Mao in the variety show, after less than a year as a nurse, she participated in the audition and landed in one step.

Like that actress, she also worked hard in the entertainment industry while she was young, and she still persisted even though she had no background and was bullied.

Attending a wedding banquet was almost thrown into the water, and I had to apologize in the end!
But just like this, anyone who has been a nurse knows that the treatment in the hospital will only be a hundred times worse.

Of course it would be the best not to be a doctor, Ji Xiang really has a brain problem, Mr. Miao thought to himself.

A few minutes later, the expression on Fan Dao's face changed again and again, either threatening or begging, but Ji Xiang still wore the mask and remained unmoved.

Mr. Miao looked a little dazed.

This is harder than writing a top sci paper.

Soon, Ji Xiang bowed slightly, bid farewell to Director Fan, and strode over.

"Doctor Xiaoji!" Mr. Miao raised his hand in greeting.

"Teacher Miao, you are here."

"I came to see you, thank you for helping me write the medical records."

"It should be, you are polite." Ji Xiang smiled.

"What did Director Fan tell you?" Mr. Miao peeked at Director Fan, who stood there in a daze, frowning in thought.

"Director Fan wants to interview the patient's family, but this patient is not suitable, and the person is not out of danger, so we can't do the interview." Ji Xiang said, "They want to shoot everything, and they want to be on the show. What kind of hospital is it? Let them come, you say yes."

"Sure, if everyone is happy, the interview is not a big deal if everyone is happy. Even if the patient and the patient's family members are not willing, they will agree because of the doctor's request. But this patient has just undergone surgery, and it does not matter whether he is infected with toxic shock or not. , they just want to interview."

"Director Fan also asked me if I had any other opinions. You said, I don't have any ideas." Ji Xiang grinned, his teeth were white, and the mask was taken off by him, showing sincerity.

"Walk around, ignore them, go to my duty room and let's chat." President Miao pulled Ji Xiang and said, "Dr. Ji Xiang, how did you diagnose this patient just now?"

"Ask medical history."

Ji Xiang and Mr. Miao walked further and further away while chatting, leaving Director Fan and the film crew with sad faces.

"Guard, did Dr. Ji Xiang agree?"

Director Fan gritted his teeth, with a look of bitterness and hatred on his face.

"He doesn't say anything, but I know in my heart that he has his own thoughts. Damn it, it's really hateful!"

(End of this chapter)