Doctor of Healing

Chapter 780
Early the next morning, Ji Xiang ran a half-marathon in the hotel gym after getting up.

After returning to the room and washing up, Ji Xiang went out and saw Zhao Zhe waiting outside the door.

"Brother Zhao, why don't you come in and sit outside...don't be so polite." Ji Xiang asked.

"I woke up early in the morning for a walk and saw you running by yourself in the gym." Zhao Zhe was quite emotional, "Even if I returned to the age of 20, I don't have such good physical strength, Xiaoji, your body is awesome. But the gym is open 24 hours Is it on? What if it doesn’t open?”

"All 5-star hotels are open 24 hours. I can complain if they are not open. Besides, I have asked before booking the hotel." Ji Xiang replied.

"The body is really good. You always say that your silly roe deer is exhausted by your walking every day. I didn't believe it before, but now I really believe it."

"No wonder you don't feel tired after so many operations every day, and you can go to the emergency department to stay up late when Dr. Meng is on duty, no wonder." Zhao Zhe sighed with emotion.

"It's okay, did you see the patient Li Muzhi yesterday?" Ji Xiang asked.

After getting off the plane yesterday, Deng Chaohong and Zhao Zhe went to see the patient. Ji Xiang was curious and followed Lin Jiuze to find the old man of the Lin family.

Unexpectedly, what the old man of the Lin family brought to Jixiang was not gossip, but a magical experience.

After the experience, Ji Xiang looked back at the current medical treatment and immediately felt that it was boring.

"Go, the patient's condition is not very good."

"Oh? Are you worried about your recovery?" Ji Xiang asked.

The patient is 29 years old, in good health, and his problem is the Achilles tendon, which will not affect the vital signs.

What Zhao Zhe said is not good, most likely it is the patient's psychological problem.

"Yeah." Zhao Zhe nodded, "It's like... I used to have a colleague who graduated from a prestigious school and was admitted to a graduate school after graduation, but his family was poor and he was anxious to earn money to support his family, so he returned to work in Yuanliao City. "

"His operation is first-class and the best. A simple appendectomy is several grades higher than others. The operation is delicate, and the patients recover faster than other patients."

It is indeed very strong, especially the kind of simple minor surgery, which can be seen more clearly.

Ji Xiang nodded, expressing his understanding.

While talking, the two came to the restaurant of the hotel to have breakfast.

"But then something happened. A patient's family member came in with a knife. The patient didn't belong to him, but the patient's family came straight to him because he was sitting near the door."

"As a result, a lot of tendons in his right hand were broken, and the function recovery was not good. When he recovered a little, he didn't dare to have the surgery by himself, so he came to me. I knew what he thought, so we performed the surgery together."

"When he was down there, he was just dysfunctional, but after he came on stage, his hands were shaking and he couldn't even hold a knife steadily."

Ji Xiang heard Zhao Zhe's rambling, and heaved a sigh of relief.

There have been many cases of similar things, and the same thing is that as long as it happens, the doctor's career is cut off.

At the very least, a surgeon's career can be declared over.

In a way, surgeons and athletes are similar.

Especially the doctor that Zhao Zhe was talking about, his hands were shaking after he came on stage. He probably wanted to restore his previous level, but he couldn't reach it anyway. The accumulation of negative feedback led to tension and the secretion of a large amount of hormones.

This is no way.

"The patient's name is Li Muzhi. He is 29 years old. He looks like a young man with an ugly face." Zhao Zhe continued to babble, "After seeing Professor Deng, he repeatedly asked whether he could participate in this year's National Games and track and field. In the Diamond League, I keep asking if I can guarantee it [-]%."

"It's as if you can't understand the words. Xiaoji, how can we doctors speak [-]% of the words?"

"Indeed." Ji Xiang sighed.

He has experienced the empathetic world of football players and understands that they train day after day, year after year, just for the dream in their hearts.

But human beings are too fragile, and a single negligence can cause irreversible damage to the body.

Zhao Zhe kept on talking about Li Muzhi's uneasiness and anxiety when he saw Li Mu yesterday, even if he was eating, he couldn't stop him from talking.

After a while, Deng Chaohong came.

He got up relatively late, and Tang Yan was probably still sleeping late, so she didn't get up until about the same time, hurriedly washed, ate, and went to the hospital for surgery together.

"Professor Deng, how is the patient?" Ji Xiangke asked politely.

"It's okay. According to the film, the Achilles tendon injury is milder than Neymar's injury. I think the operation is no problem." Deng Chaohong gave an affirmative answer.

He had watched the film through remote consultation when he was in the Second Affiliated Hospital. Ji Xiang knew it well, and he didn't ask too many questions.

When the time came, Li Muzhi's coach came to pick up the medical team.

Li Muzhi's coach, surnamed Zhai, is a tall, muscular middle-aged man with a stomach.

It can be seen that when Coach Zhai was young, he must have been as strong as a cow.

"Professor Deng, it will be hard for you later." Coach Zhai kept holding Deng Chaohong's hand, bent slightly, and kept saying.

Coach Zhai said politely, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but Coach Zhai held Deng Chaohong's hand tightly and did not let go.

Deng Chaohong swung it, but his strength was completely incomparable to that of Coach Zhai, and he couldn't break free at all.

"Professor Deng, whether Xiao Li's hard work for so many years can bear fruit depends on your operation. This child is really not easy. I have taken him with me since I was a child, and watched him grow up bit by bit."

"Xiao Li is talented, but when he was young, his mentality was unstable. Every time he came to a big competition, he was out of order and fell short of his standard. At that time, after the competition, I beat him up every time. Now that I think about it..."

Coach Zhai held Deng Chaohong's hand, chattering illogically, even worse than Zhao Zhe.

Ji Xiang could even feel that Coach Zhai was extremely nervous, and the hand he was holding Deng Chaohong was trembling slightly.

And what he said now was more like talking to himself in a nervous mood, and he didn't notice Deng Chaohong's increasingly ugly face at all.

"Coach Zhai, don't worry, we will do our best." Deng Chaohong had no choice but to pat the back of Coach Zhai's hand to show comfort.

"The child has worked very hard. Who would have thought that the grades are about to be achieved, but in the end it will become like this." Coach Zhai said with tears streaming down his face.

He is far more nervous and anxious than the average family member of a patient.

"Coach Zhai..."

"Professor Deng, please, it's up to you whether Xiao Li can return to normal." Coach Zhai said the same thing.

Whether it is Deng Chaohong, Zhao Zhe, or Ji Xiang, they all understand.

Before many operations, the patient's family members would hold the doctor's hand like this, saying the same appeal.

It's just that Coach Zhai's health is too good, and Deng Chaohong's hand hurts from being pinched.

"Coach Zhai, if you pinch again, my bone will be broken. I'm afraid I can't do today's surgery." Deng Chaohong had no choice but to talk to Coach Zhai.

Coach Zhai was stunned for a moment, let go of his hand, and wiped his face with his sleeve, full of embarrassment.

"sorry Sorry."

"Coach Zhai, you are too nervous." Deng Chaohong comforted, "We will do our best for the surgery, don't worry, we will definitely do our best."

"It's really too nervous, a little out of control, don't mind."

The back of Deng Chaohong's hand turned red, he sighed, and kept rubbing his right hand with his left hand to ease the pain a bit.

Ji Xiang was in one car with Zhao Zhe and Tang Yan, and Coach Zhai was pulling the other car in which Deng Chaohong was sitting.

"Quite nervous." Zhao Zhe smiled after getting into the car.

"There is no way, how many years of hard work, but because of an injury, there is no hope. Who would be willing to change it." Ji Xiang thought of all the things he encountered when he felt the same way, and the psychological pressure at that time, and sighed deeply.

When he saw Coach Zhai, he seemed to see "himself". Facing the flying shovel from his teammates behind him, he fell to the ground and was injured.

At that moment, it seemed that the sky was falling.

During the time when he was injured, Jixiang's mentality changed countless times. He was no longer strong and resolute. He was restless every day and couldn't even get a solid sleep.

Even Jixiang clearly remembers that his "self" in his 20s had gray hair before the operation.

Like countless snowflakes falling.

The anxiety and hesitation in my heart cannot be described in words.

So he understands Coach Zhai's gaffe very well, even if Zhao Zhe is the old attending, he can't empathize with it.

When I came to the hospital, there were several people standing at the gate.

Seeing Deng Chaohong getting out of the car, the two people who should be the patient's parents pulled Deng Chaohong and kept crying.

Alas, although Jixiang could hear what they said, he didn't prick up his ears to listen.

Jixiang also understands the state of mind of the patient's family members. At this time, their tension has reached the extreme.

When he saw the patient's mother's legs go limp, as if she was about to kneel down to Deng Chaohong, Deng Chaohong was startled, and the moment he dodged away, Ji Xiang felt extremely sad.

Just like my own parents, although they seem to be indifferent to their own development, they even knew that Wen Banyama was going to have an operation earlier than themselves, and even found an actuary.

In the world of empathy, Ji Xiang has experienced a lot. Although he has long been familiar with it, but at this moment, there is something strange in his heart.

Ji Xiang tried his best not to look at the begging of the patient's family members. Every time he looked at it, Ji Xiang felt a little pain and was upset.

Surgery must be done well.

Although Ji Xiang did his best in every operation, the tension of the patient's family and the coach still infected Ji Xiang, and brought back the accumulated memories when he felt the same.

In the end, the family members of the patient were persuaded by the director of the local hospital, and everyone came to the ward to take a look at the patient first.

Li Muzhi, 29 years old, due to...

Ji Xiang can memorize the patient's medical records verbatim, and the relevant imaging data and physical examination are also clear to him.

But the moment he saw the patient, Ji Xiang was silent.

Li Muzhi was like his "self" in empathy, emaciated.

Although he is only 29 years old, his hair is already gray.

In the field of sprinting, 29 years old is considered a veteran in his prime, but in fact Li Muzhi is still a young man.

Seeing that his hair had already turned gray, Ji Xiang understood what Li Muzhi had experienced recently.

And all of this, Jixiang understands.

At that time, "I" also experienced all this, Ji Xiang took a deep breath and clenched his fists hard.

It was as if he was facing his former "self".

"Doctor Ji Xiang." Lin Jiuze's voice suddenly appeared.

"What's wrong, Doctor Lin?"

"Are you nervous today? Why do I feel that your temperament is not in peace?" Lin Jiu asked.

"No." Ji Xiang replied lightly.

He couldn't tell Lin Jiuze about his empathetic experience. Even if he did, it is estimated that others would dislike him for being noisy, and he would definitely not feel the same way.

It's useless to say it, it's better to perfunctory the past.

"I always feel that your mood today is not right." Lin Jiu said to himself in doubt.

"Did you chat with the old man yesterday?" Ji Xiang asked back.

"En." Lin Jiuze responded and fell silent, then smiled, "Thank you, Dr. Ji Xiang."

"You're welcome. Your old man is a wonderful person. I will visit again when I have the chance." Ji Xiang said.

The old man of the Lin family is indeed a wonderful person, this is Ji Xiang's sincere thought.

After chatting for a few idle days and diverting his attention, Ji Xiang calmed down a little.

He looked at Li Muzhi silently, the gray hair that didn't belong to this age seemed to be talking to Ji Xiang silently.

Deng Chaohong did a physical examination and chatted with Li Muzhi, telling him not to be nervous, and waved his hand to perform the operation.

Anesthesiologists, nurses and bed doctors took Li Muzhi away, and the director of the local hospital accompanied Deng Chaohong to the operating room.

Accompanying the director of the superior hospital all the way, Deng Chaohong was like a dream.

Although the Second Affiliated Hospital is a tertiary first-class hospital compared with this hospital, but in the national ranking, this hospital can be ranked in the top ten, and the Second Affiliated Hospital is far behind.

The hospitality of the director of the superior hospital made Deng Chaohong panic.

Ji Xiang followed Deng Chaohong to change clothes, but he didn't listen to a word Deng Chaohong and the director said.

In Ji Xiang's mind, the experience of "myself" appeared bit by bit.

At that time, I didn't think anything of it, and when I encountered difficulties, I just passed them one by one.And at that time, I had a goal-to lead the national team into the World Cup, and even win the cup in the end.

But after going through the tempering and accumulation of time, and meeting patients with the same disease, all kinds of emotions in "myself" at that time came to the fore.

"Did Dr. Ji Xiang go back last night and something happened?" Seeing that Ji Xiang's condition was not right, Lin Jiuze asked Zhao Zhe in a low voice.

Zhao Zhe was taken aback, but quickly reacted, shook his head, looked at the ground and replied in a low voice, "It's nothing, I saw Xiaoji go to the gym and run a half-marathon early in the morning. I'm in good health, I'm young When I ran 5000 meters, I was exhausted, but Xiao Ji ran a half-marathon without breathing a sigh of relief."

"Then why do I feel that Dr. Jixiang is different from usual? What happened?"

"Xiaoji left with you yesterday, did you encounter any strange things? There is nothing on my side, I guess the problem is still with you." Zhao Zhe asked casually.

Lin Jiu was a little embarrassed to hear that Zhao Zhe was so stable.

The two murmured a few words, but in the end they came to no conclusion.

Zhao Zhe also felt that something was wrong with Jixiang today.

For other young doctors, Zhao Zhe thinks it should be caused by nervousness.

After all, it is not uncommon for anyone to be nervous about things like throwing knives backwards in a higher-level hospital.

Ke Jixiang will not.

At the very beginning, Boss Qin Chuqin wooed Ji Xiang, but Ji Xiang was not used to him at all, and even threw an A4 paper on Boss Qin Chuqin's face when the school started.

The mental quality of this young man is extremely good.

But now, the director of the local hospital is very kind, and even has a bit of learning spirit, which is very different from the tense atmosphere when he faced Boss Qin Chuqin at that time.

Should not be ah.

Maybe it was because he thought too much, Zhao Zhe finally gave himself an excuse and reason.

When he came to the operating room, Zhao Zhe quickly started to disinfect his hands and feet.

Ji Xiang did not stand below and wait, but disinfected with Zhao Zhe.

He is very careful, from the inside out, every operation is meticulous to the extreme.

Seeing Li Muzhi's white hair out of the corner of his eye, Ji Xiang felt a little uncomfortable.When turning around, the itinerant nurse happened to be passing by, and Ji Xiang bumped into the itinerant nurse without paying attention.

"Dang bang~"

The sterilized curved plate falls to the ground.

The atmosphere in the operating room was suddenly awkward.

The itinerant nurse subconsciously wanted to swear, but she swallowed the swear words when she thought that this was an operation by an outside expert.

In the operating room, itinerant nurses are quite special.

Ji Xiang was also very embarrassed, his heart was a little confused.

Using the gaze of the superior doctor several times made Jixiang subconsciously behave like one and only one.

Just as he was about to reprimand the itinerant nurse, Ji Xiang also realized that something was wrong with him today, so he swallowed back what he wanted to say.

With big eyes and small eyes, Ji Xiang reacted quickly and bowed slightly, "Teacher, I'm sorry, I'll go brush my hands again."

"It was my fault, sorry."

The two apologized, and the matter was over.

Lin Jiu watched in surprise as Ji Xiang went to brush his hands again. The scene just now confirmed his guess—Ji Xiang was indeed out of shape today.

When they were in the Second Affiliated Hospital, Lin Jiuze and Ji Xiang cooperated in many operations, and nothing like this had ever happened.

Although Jixiang is young, he is a veteran in the operating room, everything is orderly and he never makes trouble.

what is it today? !

Ji Xiang also noticed his emotional problems, so he brushed his hands again.

Listening to the sound of splashing water, Ji Xiang tried to calm himself down.Taking a deep breath, he calmed down the anxiety deep in his heart.

Every empathy is like a pot of old wine, and Ji Xiang didn't expect to have such a strong stamina.

When Neymar was operated on, he didn't feel this way.

After brushing his hands again and going back, Zhao Zhe had already been sterilized.

Ji Xiang felt that the lead jacket on his body was a bit awkward, and it was indeed strange today.

surgery,

Start.

But ever since he cooperated with Deng Chaohong, Ji Xiang felt a little uncomfortable.

His hands were shaking like coach Zhai's.

Oh shit!

Ji Xiang cursed viciously in his heart.

Hold your breath and concentrate, instead of entering the operating room of the system, Ji Xiang wants to concentrate on himself.

But the more this was the case, the more out of shape his surgical actions became.

"Huh?" Deng Chaohong also noticed something was wrong, he looked up at Ji Xiang, although he didn't say too much, he secretly complained.

Young master, don't lose the chain at this critical moment!
"It's okay, Mr. Deng." Ji Xiang narrowed his eyes, and returned a smile to Deng Chaohong.

Director Liu of the local hospital stood behind in a lead suit and stared at the operation.

"Director, is this the level?" A professor leading the group said disdainfully, "It's not as smooth as the doctor's exam under me."

"Keep down." Director Liu said in a low voice.

"What the hell, even if you don't go abroad for surgery, you can't find a doctor from a lower-level hospital to do it. It's just nonsense."

Director Liu didn't speak, but turned his head and gave Professor Dai a look, signaling him not to speak.

"Oh." The professor with the group sighed.

Although their voices were soft, Deng Chaohong still heard them.

It was like a slap in the face of Deng Chaohong.

But Deng Chaohong couldn't help it. The operation was originally done by Ji Xiang. He has watched hundreds of TV shows and still doesn't understand Ji Xiang's technique.

Even if Dong Shi imitated, he could only imitate 3% at most, no more was possible.

The more Deng Chaohong thought about it, the more worried he became, and the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. He couldn't understand why Ji Xiang suddenly lost the chain.

He was fine when he ate early in the morning, and Ji Xiang was not sick.

Isn't this a joke!
If it was a different person, Deng Chaohong would at least say a few words to beat him.

But the person standing beside him was Ji Xiang, and Deng Chaohong didn't know what to say.

Forget it, let it be like this, I can only hope that Xiaoji will return to normal soon.

However, is it possible?

Deng Chaohong can only take on more work as much as possible, and let Ji Xiang do less.

Open the skin, blunt dissection, and the surgical field is worse than usual.

Deng Chaohong knew very well what Jixiang did during the operation. Without the assistance of such a great assistant, he could only do this with all his efforts.

But the most important thing is to cooperate with Lin Jiuze's operation to suture the Achilles tendon.

At this step, Deng Chaohong knew the principle, and he had read all kinds of papers written by Ji Xiang over and over again, even to the point of reciting them backwards.

But if this is the case, Deng Chaohong still can't do it.

At the same time, Lin Jiuze and Zhao Zhe have already started superselection and imaging.

On the image, the thin invisible capillaries of the Achilles tendon were faintly visible, but Deng Chaohong didn't know what to do next.

He looked up at Ji Xiang.

Ji Xiang was watching the video, and stretched out his hand after making a judgment in his heart.

With the needle holder clapped in his hands, Ji Xiang was ready to sew.

However, just as the needle tip was about to fall, Ji Xiang felt something was wrong.There is a deviation in the position, and my hand is a little unsteady.

Li Muzhi's gray hair and "myself"'s experience of graying overnight hit the depths of my heart like waves.

Ji Xiang's strong heart is already crumbling.

What's going on here?Ji Xiang stopped his movements, closed his eyes slightly, regardless of Lin Jiuze was by his side, and came to the operating room of the system with breathless concentration.

"Is that okay?" said the professor with group contemptuously.

This time his voice was not deliberately lowered, Deng Chaohong heard it clearly.

"Professor Deng, why don't you suture?" Director Liu also noticed that the key part of the operation was performed by Ji Xiang.

As soon as Ji Xiang stopped, Deng Chaohong did not continue.

Is this taking students for surgery?Director Liu was very upset.

"Uh..." Deng Chaohong was taken aback.

"Professor Deng, you know the patient's condition. It seems inappropriate to bring students to do this kind of surgery."

(End of this chapter)