Doctor of Healing

Chapter 775
Ji Xiang was going to help Deng Chaohong, but was stopped by Director Liu.

"Don't go, it's pointless." Director Liu pulled Ji Xiang away.

"When I was out of the emergency room a long time ago, I just ate two dumplings at 05:30 in the evening."

Director Liu was interrupted by Ji Xiang when he was talking about eating dumplings.

Ji Xiang was a little surprised, "Director, do you also eat dumplings when you go to the emergency room?"

"Simple and worry-free, you child, why are you so gossip." Director Liu glanced at Ji Xiang, "I didn't think so before, but it's no wonder, young people are so trustworthy."

Ji Xiang was ashamed.

Wasn't he being led astray by Brother Lang?

"Director, I'm sorry, you can continue."

"A college student who just graduated works in a state-owned enterprise. At that time, there was a shuttle bus. When she got off work, she was hit by a car."

"..."

"The person was gone at that time. I rescued her according to the procedures for half an hour after it was delivered. When I went out to explain to her parents, the two of them were soft at that time." Director Liu sighed.

"It's as if the bones were pulled out like you just saw."

"Great sadness and great joy, that's it. I get used to watching more. Don't worry about it. Besides, Professor Deng is there."

"Okay." Ji Xiang recalled the middle-aged woman's "bones being taken away" just now, and added the great sadness and joy that Director Liu said, and nodded.

"Go back to work." Director Liu said.

"Director, I went back and thought about the ghost hospital bed you mentioned for two days, and I always felt that something was wrong."

"I'm just saying it casually. If you really can't solve it, let's try it. It's just a disinfection anyway." Director Liu smiled, "I'm so curious, so I'll tell you an urban legend."

Ji Xiang didn't even notice that his ears pricked up when he heard the words "urban legend".

"There is an old man with cerebral hemorrhage, 89 years old, who was hospitalized in the neurosurgery department of our hospital. At that time, he was the patient of Lao Bai...Director Bai."

"After the CT scan, it was found that the amount of bleeding was 40ml."

"Normally speaking, we have to persuade patients of a similar age to give up treatment. After all, they are old enough, weak in body, and have many senile diseases. It is hard to say whether the operation can be performed."

"If there is any ambiguity in the family, the family must give it up. Otherwise, the money will be spent and the people will be gone, and conflicts will be more likely to arise."

Ji Xiang quietly listened to Director Liu's gossip.

"But the family strongly demanded surgical treatment, and their will was very strong, and they told Director Bai that even if it was broken, or even couldn't get off the operating table, they would admit it."

"The patient's grandson is my classmate. When we were young, we always played at home. The old man took us fishing, and we are very familiar with each other. So Director Bai had an emergency operation at that time, and he was sent to the neurosurgery intensive care unit after the operation."

"On the second day after the operation, I saw the old man walking in the outpatient hall on crutches."

"!!!" Ji Xiang carefully looked at Director Liu's expression to distinguish whether what he said was true or not.

One second, Director Liu was talking about not believing in strange powers and gods, but the next second he was talking nonsense.

Say no, the body is sincere.

"I saw him wearing a headgear, which is the kind of net bag used after neurosurgery. I still thought that he was an idiot. At this age, a man with a cerebral hemorrhage of 40ml can walk all over the ground the next day after surgery."

"At that time, I was afraid of admitting my mistake, so I went up and had a chat with the old man. He didn't say anything else, but said that he couldn't find the way back. I wanted to take him back, but he didn't answer what I said on the way. Didn't recover well."

"I feel a little slanderous about the intensive care unit of neurosurgery. How can a patient who has just undergone a cerebral hemorrhage operation be allowed to slip out? If this is lost, how do you explain it to the patient's family in the end?"

"And the patient's family members are so careless. There is no one at the door, so there is such a big mistake."

"Yeah, how did the old man slip out?!" Ji Xiang also had question marks all over his head.

"He didn't talk, and I couldn't stop talking, so I just talked about the way back. When I got off the elevator, the old man disappeared."

"Uh..." Ji Xiang already guessed the end of the story.

"I was taken aback at the time, looked around, and immediately went to the Neurosurgery Intensive Care Unit. When I saw the old man lying on the hospital bed and was about to wake up, I was covered in cold sweat."

"Director, why did you encounter so many things when you were young?"

"Many doctors have encountered it, but they didn't tell it, or didn't notice it at all." Director Liu replied lightly, "I haven't even told Lao Bai about it, and he won't believe it."

"What happened later? Did the old man wake up?"

"Old... Director Bai's level is really high, it's a pity not to engage in business." Director Liu sighed, "The old man woke up that day, suffered from some minor illness, and lived until the age of 102. Later I asked him, Do you remember me when the surgery is over?"

"!!!" Ji Xiang's ears perked up completely.

"He said he had dreamed of me, lost his way, and couldn't remember where he was. After seeing me, he chatted a little bit, and I pointed him the way."

"Director, you..."

"I don't understand it either, so I don't bother to say it." Director Liu turned his head and took a deep look at Ji Xiang, "I said that there are gods three feet above the head, do you believe it?"

Ji Xiang didn't nod or shake his head.

"So, since then, I have been very serious about treating diseases and saving people. In everything, don't violate your conscience, and the rest doesn't matter."

Ji Xiang carefully savored the four words that Director Liu said not to lose his conscience.

Back in the department, the work was still repetitive and monotonous. Ji Xiang was a little puzzled, but he felt that he had been spoiled by Shen Lang, so he always struggled with these things.

After get off work, because it was not Meng Qingfei's night shift, Ji Xiang didn't go to the emergency department and went home by bicycle.

It's winter, but Jixiang doesn't feel cold.

Young people, with enough firepower to withstand the biting winds of winter.Especially Jixiang is in good health. After all, he is a person who runs a half-marathon every day, so this kind of wind is not a problem at all.

"I'm back." Ji Yongchang was sitting at the coffee table in the living room making tea.

"I'm back." Ji Xiang stretched out his hand to coil the silly roe deer who ran over, "Is the roe deer obedient?"

"As long as you take it out for a run every morning, it will be more obedient. I'm thinking about buying a drag motorcycle."

With that kind of old-fashioned drag motorcycle, Ji Xiang knew that the old man wanted to take the silly roe deer out for a run, which consumed too much energy.

The old man is in good health, but it is absolutely impossible to wear away all the excess energy of the silly roe deer just by running like himself.

The father and the father just said a word, and then they did their own things.

Ji Xiang still had doubts, took the elevator upstairs and changed into home clothes, and then came down directly.

He poured himself a glass of plain water.

At this time, Ji Xiang doesn't want to drink tea. If he can't sleep, he won't have the energy to do the surgery tomorrow.

"Father, I want to ask you something that I haven't figured out for the past few days."

"Oh? What's the matter?"

Ji Xiang told his old man "ghost hospital bed" and several strange and chaotic jokes told by Director Liu.

Ji Yongchang smiled slightly, making tea according to the steps and procedures, and his hands and feet were full of romantic ink and wash.

"No. 10, Ji'ansuo Right Lane, Jingshan East Street, you went to play when you were young, do you remember?" Ji Yongchang asked.

"Remember!" Ji Xiang replied immediately.

But what does what I said have anything to do with No. 10, Ji'ansuo Right Lane, Jingshan East Street?
"Listen to the name, it's called Ji'an, it's auspicious and healthy, it's pretty good."

"Yes." Ji Xiang nodded.

"But before liberation, there was a place where the dead were released."

"!!!"

What my old man said was more difficult for Ji Xiang to accept than the "ghost story" told by Director Liu.

"After liberation, Nie Shuai served as the first mayor of the imperial city. He chose his residence at No. 10, Ji'an Suo You Lane, Jingshan East Street."

"!!!"

"The specific reason is that it's been a long time ago. I've heard several versions of the legend, so I won't talk about it." Ji Yongchang picked up the teacup, smelled the tea, and closed his eyes slightly.

Ji Xiang didn't dare to urge him, but he just wondered why Nie Shuai did this.

After a long time, Ji Yongchang continued to preach.

"It's not just a morgue, it's said to be extremely dark, so it should be regarded as a haunted house among haunted houses."

"In the imperial palace of the former Qing Dynasty, some maids were sent to Ji'an Office while they were still alive, and they died unjustly. If we talk about it from the folk, it can be said that a hundred ghosts are walking in the night, and countless innocent souls are demanding their lives."

"Why?" Ji Xiang was still thinking.

"What I want to tell you is not why, but this matter." Ji Yongchang had a clear mind, and was pulled back before the topic got off the mark.

"Later, Nie Shuai hosted two bombs and one satellite. Your uncle has been to Nie Shuai's former residence many times."

"I believe in the theory of ghosts and gods, but I believe in awe-inspiring spirit even more." Ji Yongchang drank tea instead of wine and looked at Ji Xiang with a smile.

Ji Xiang suddenly remembered the empathy of the old Wangtou who sucked Yangshou, Shen Lang reminded himself to remember to wear white clothes.

It seems to be similar to what my old man said.

Then I thought of what Director Liu said about having a clear conscience.

"I wandered around when I was young." Ji Yongchang continued to say lightly.

"Father, do you mean street sneaks?" Ji Xiang asked with a smile.

"Hahaha, how could it be." Ji Yongchang was not angry, and said with a smile, "One of the people I met later was an old friend who had forgotten his years. He joined the army in a few years. The kind with medals all over your chest."

"One year I wanted to find my brother to drink, and when I went across the mountains, my brother was busy."

"At that time, it was necessary to open up wasteland to ensure food security. The best piece of land in the village was the former mass grave. It is said that no one dared to leave there after dark."

Ji Xiang pricked up his ears, listening to his old man telling stories.

In the past, Jixiang would only think that it was made up by the old man, but now Jixiang doesn't think so.

"No one dared to move that mass grave. My brother is the village head and militia company commander, so he summoned the villagers to come to the mass grave."

"He also didn't do ideological work for the villagers. He drank old wine in front of the mass grave, spilled the rest on the ground, and fired three shots into the sky."

"Everyone, excuse me today."

"We want to use this land to farm and support more descendants. If you are an ancestor, please forgive me! This is a major event for me in China. I think you can smile at Jiuquan."

"If you pass by, you will be a member of my Li family village in the future, and you will have a part in the sacrifices during festivals and festivals."

"If the ghosts of Dongying are still haunted, I will live here tonight. If something happens, come to me."

"Then, we both fired nine more shots into the sky."

Ji Xiang shuddered.

A picture of an old man with white beard and hair and a straight waist and his young and frivolous father shooting into the sky appeared in his mind.

Especially the last sentence aroused Ji Xiang's goosebumps.

"That night, my brother and I set up a tent in Luanfengang and drank all night. The will-o'-the-wisps on weekdays disappeared, as if all the lonely ghosts in Luanfengang understood my words. My brother told me that day It’s really refreshing to drink with old things, it’s the happiest time I’ve ever drank.”

"and after?"

"The graveyard has been flattened, and the land has been planted. That's what it says, but no one in the village is willing to plant it. My brother will distribute it to his family and the family of the deputy company commander of the militia company."

"In the future, it seems that the land is very fertile, and there is no need to fertilize in the era when there is little chemical fertilizer. You can grow anything, and the harvest will be [-]% higher than other lands."

"!!!"

"You are full of righteousness, this is not a joke, ghosts and gods are also afraid." Ji Yongchang said leisurely, "You are a doctor, it is meaningless to think about these all day long, but if you do good deeds, don't ask about your future."

"Hey, Dad, I didn't think much about it, I just felt curious to hear it as a gossip." Ji Xiang drank the white water in front of him in one gulp.

Sui said it was just a cup of white water, but Ji Xiang actually felt like drinking strong wine.

"I heard that you are going to Shanghai for surgery?" Ji Yongchang asked suddenly.

"???" Ji Xiang was startled, he didn't know about it.

"Listen to what your mother said, it's not a dream." Ji Yongchang made a lame joke.

Ji Xiang didn't ask what was behind the dream, he scratched his head, "I don't know yet, Mr. Deng told me about it yesterday, and I haven't communicated with him today."

"Oh, it's the Chinese New Year, go and come back quickly."

Ji Yongchang asked.

"Father, how is your side?" Ji Xiang asked.

"You don't understand, what are the children asking nonsense?"

Ji Yongchang has always acted in a normal way. From his speech and behavior, it is impossible to tell what he is doing, whether it is success or failure.

"How do you evaluate Neymar's postoperative effect." Ji Yongchang asked casually.

"Very successful, more than ten papers have been published. Although my mother has done a lot of foreshadowing, if the quality is not enough, so many will not be published." Ji Xiang gave an affirmative answer.

After finishing speaking, Ji Xiang was stunned for a moment, "Father, don't you want to buy sports lottery?"

"Do you think I have a problem with my brain?" Ji Yongchang said disdainfully, "By the way, I found someone to get a set of codes these days, and I heard programmers complaining. If you put your heart into it, you can write code without bugs.”

"Hahaha." Ji Xiang laughed, "As long as the doctor has a sense of responsibility, he can rejuvenate. This is also the misunderstanding of the doctor by the patient and the patient's family."

Ji Xiang was clear about it, but Ji Yongchang didn't say much, and drank tea by himself.

"By the way, I recently bought a farm."

"farm?"

"If you go out for a long time, I will move to the farm."

Ji Xiang sighed, and looked down at the obedient and docile silly roe deer. In order to feed this little guy, his old man really took great pains.

Farms have the benefits of farms, it doesn't matter if you throw silly roe deer out and play forever.

"Okay." Ji Xiang had no objection to this.

The nature of work determines that I will not spend a lot of time at home. Even in the provincial capital, there will be night shifts, emergency operations and other things.

……

……

Lin Jiu stood by the window, silently gazing at the night in the provincial capital.

From outsiders, Lin Jiuze seems to be young and successful, with the same scenery, but in fact, only he knows the hard work.

It is an extremely difficult choice to temporarily give up the appointment letter of Massachusetts General Hospital and stay in China.

A decision has been made on this matter, and he has no regrets. What makes Lin Jiuze stand still is another matter.

A few minutes ago, the email the teacher sent to him made Lin Jiuze feel a little different.

Because there is no going back, the competitors not long ago began to move around.

Man, it's the same everywhere.

That damned guy, Lin Jiuze clenched his fists and thought viciously.

The phone rang, and Lin Jiu connected to the video call.

"teacher."

Tang Chenghua appeared in the video, and Lin Jiu greeted him respectfully.

"TIRR Memorial Hermann just admitted a patient from China."

Lin Jiu shrugged.

"Nine cases, why didn't you stay for surgery, but flew all the way to TIRR Memorial Hermann Hospital?" Tang Chenghua asked.

"Dr. Ji Xiang is too young, and the domestic people don't believe his technical level."

"It's really ridiculous. There are so many papers published, so no one knows." Tang Chenghua sighed and said with emotion, "Neymar just scored three goals in the game. I'm watching Neymar play now. You will feel in a trance that you have returned to many years ago."

"It is what it is, sir. Neymar's recovery has amazed me, it's unimaginable."

"Tell you some bad news, read the email."

"See, Dr. Merz is at TIRR Memorial Hermann and he started attacking me for this."

"Damn Yankee!" Tang Chenghua scolded.

"I can't fight back."

"Merz said a lot, but there was one thing he couldn't explain - Wen Banyama was going to China for the next operation."

"!!!" Lin Jiu was taken aback.

"Wenban Yama is too tall. After entering the NBA, he began to gain muscle and gain weight rapidly, which caused the joints and ligaments to be unable to bear the huge pressure. Back then, Dayao had to retire because of repeated injuries due to weight gain."

"Teacher, what do you mean?"

"There are two cases, isn't it enough? If there are a few who recover successfully and achieve results on the field, I am ready to persuade Old John to hold this year's global annual sports medicine conference in China."

"!!!"

Lin Jiu knew exactly what this meant and how much it would cost.

"Teacher, thank you."

"Are you sure about that?"

"According to my observation, Dr. Jixiang's level is very high. Since I participated in the operation, Dr. Jixiang has completed 56 Achilles tendon surgeries of various types. I will send you the postoperative follow-up report later."

"Although there is not enough time, the recovery is quite good now. Unfortunately, there are relatively few athletes, and there is no high-intensity exercise during the postoperative recovery process, so the chain of evidence is not very complete."

"Evidence-based medicine, we still need enough evidence."

"Wenbanyama's agent team will contact Dr. Jixiang soon. They really can't bear the effects of the operation. Especially seeing that Neymar has regained his brilliance on the green field, but Wenbanyama can only lie on the ground. hospital bed."

"It's a pity, I would feel stupid." Lin Jiuze smiled.

"Besides, it's already January now, and the NBA All-Star Game will start soon, and the season has reached the second half. If possible, do you think Wen Banya can recover quickly after the equestrian operation and participate in the playoffs?"

"It's hard to say, the second operation, you know, is extremely difficult. How far will I recover, I..."

"Nonsense!" Tang Chenghua scolded unhappily, "It's not the first time Neymar has undergone surgery. I guess Wen Banyama's agent team wants him to recover quickly so that he can catch up with the playoffs."

"This year is the contract year?!" Lin Jiuze guessed the problem at once.

If there is a serious injury in the contract year, the quality of the athletes will be lowered, and those big contracts that are flying all over the sky will also be suppressed to an extremely low level.

For example, the well-known four-year 4 million child labor contract.

It is normal to work hard for the contract year. No wonder Wenbanyama had to undergo another operation just a few months after his operation.

"Nine cases, based on your understanding, is it possible for Wen Banyama to go to your side for the operation to be successful?"

"Big, very big." Lin Jiuze changed his tone and replied seriously, "I roughly understand the basic principle of the operation-the tendon has very few blood vessels, and try to restore the blood supply to the blood vessels during the operation."

"I tried it, and the blood supply of the capillary network...it's so hard to tell."

"I'm watching the surgery video now, and I almost see it as presbyopia." Lin Jiu sighed, "Teacher, what I am most confused about now is not how Dr. His eyes were just too good."

This is talent, Lin Jiuze once thought.

But Jixiang's high talent made Lin Jiuze feel a little lost, confused, and even powerless.

This is something that he will never be able to catch up with in his life, and even Lin Jiu sometimes doubts whether it is meaningful for him to stay in the country.

"Wen Banyama's operation is done well." Tang Chenghua said a meaningful sentence.

Lin Jiu was silent.

The teacher is very old-fashioned. He usually makes phone calls at most, and sending emails is the way he is most used to.

And today he specially sent a video.

Lin Jiuze couldn't help but notice the meaning of this.

It seems that the teacher is under a lot of pressure in Massachusetts, so he has to confirm it again and again.

Recently working next to Jixiang, Lin Jiuze has forgotten about the intrigue, and happily performs surgery every day. The most troubles are working habits and medical record writing with inconsistent domestic standards.

Another thing is that there are too many patients, so many that Lin Jiu feels that his technology is worthless at all.

Everything else is fine.

But today's teacher Tang Chenghua's video brought him back to the real world.

(End of this chapter)