Chapter 116: Sir, are you used to keeping it on the left or the right?

Meanwhile.

Ji Xiang was scrubbing in, preparing to assist with Liu Zhuren's surgery.

Today, he had been unreasonably snatched away from Mo Chenggui by Liu Zhuren.

Liu Zhuren was quite interested in this little Standardized Training Student; he seemed to have had smooth sailing all the way, and whether it was Mo Chenggui, Wang Daxiao, or Wu Zong, they were all quite good to him.

Even Zhao Xiangming, the Zhao Zhuren who had a fiery temper and whom he had just met, was submissive to him.

It was a bit strange and didn't make sense, but Liu Zhuren didn't care much about these things.

This kid was interesting.

Added to the fact that he had broken over a hundred records at the grand competition over the weekend, Liu Zhuren was moved to cultivate him.

If it were truly feasible, it wouldn't be impossible to use his own influence to keep him.

After all, since even Gu Lao from Shanghai thought highly of this young man, wouldn't keeping him allow him to establish a connection with Gu Lao?

But Liu Zhuren only thought about it casually; keeping a Standardized Training Student at the Second Affiliated Hospital was extremely difficult, and even his own graduate students might not be able to stay.

Most importantly, Liu Zhuren felt this kid was strange, and at critical moments, he was a bit reckless; his technical level was ridiculously high, and when he pointed at Zhao Zhuren's nose to scold him, he hit the nail on the head.

The scrub nurse was Tang Yan, that girl who drove faster than Wang Daxiao when she started talking dirty.

"Ji Xiang, aren't you in a group with Wang Daxiao and Mo Jiaoshou?" Tang Yan asked while organizing the surgical instruments.

"I asked for Ji Xiang to come over and give me a hand," Liu Zhuren answered for Ji Xiang.

"Ha, if I'd known you were going into surgery, I would've told Dali Jie not to scrub in," Tang Yan said.

"What, want to put clothes on my little Ji? Don't reach too deep," Liu Zhuren said nonsense while looking at the films before surgery; being able to multitask like this was also a skill.

"Yo, Liu Zhuren, have you had similar treatment before?" Tang Yan asked with a smile.

"When I was young, I was a fresh country boy, a city kawaii, handsome as hell; I wasn't some ugly otaku who didn't know how proactive women could be." Liu Zhuren confirmed the affected side again and checked with the Anesthesiologist, steady as an old dog.

"And then?" Tang Yan was curious.

"Once, when I went abroad for training, they had never seen a spirited young man like me; I had the Circulating Nurse completely dazed." Liu Zhuren made the final confirmation, turned to scrub in, and said with a smile, "The nurse at the Cleveland Clinic reached out her hand—guess what she asked me?"

"Hahaha, Zhuren, amazing!" Tang Yan organized the instruments, laughing out loud, waiting for the final punchline.

"She asked me, 'Sir, are you used to keeping it on the left or the right?'"

After saying this, Liu Zhuren left the Operating Room to scrub in.

"What does that mean?" Tang Yan didn't understand.

The Anesthesiologist smiled as he connected the Anesthesia Machine, "Yan'er, the Urology Department is just a bunch of dirty perverts. Don't talk to them, don't say a single word."

The Circulating Nurse laughed, didn't explain, and went to count with Tang Yan.

"25, 26... holy crap! That's what Liu Zhuren meant!!" Tang Yan suddenly exclaimed.

"Yan'er, what are you doing?" The Circulating Nurse was startled.

"I just understood what Liu Zhuren meant!"

"Sigh, stop messing around, where did we count to?"

"25, I think."

"Why do I feel like it's 26."

"Let's start over."

The door to the operating room opened; Ji Xiang pushed it open with his butt and turned to walk in.

"Little Ji Yisheng, your butt is quite perky; I can tell you've been on the table a lot," the Anesthesiologist laughed.

"It's still a hassle. I think the old sensor doors you could just kick open were fine; the infrared ones are actually a step backward," Ji Xiang said while putting on his gown.

Seeing the Circulating Nurse counting with Tang Yan, Ji Xiang narrowed his eyes, "Teacher, please help me tie this."

The Anesthesiologist helped Ji Xiang tie the strings of his sterile gown, "Little Ji Yisheng, I heard you went to the grand competition over the weekend and broke over a hundred records in a row?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Awesome, no wonder Lao Liu wants to take you into surgery. Be careful with Liu Zhuren; he's a good person, but he's quite wicked."

As he spoke, Liu Zhuren also walked in, pushing the door with his butt.

"What are you saying? When I, Lao Liu, was at my peak, you were still wearing split-crotch pants." An old driver like Liu Zhuren, who had been "clearing sewers" for decades, never cared about "driving"; saying these things was as simple and casual as eating or drinking.

He smiled as he disinfected and put on his gown.

"Check again."

Ji Xiang went to disinfect, and Liu Zhuren checked the Patient's information with the Anesthesiologist again.

"Liu Zhuren, you must have Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder," the Anesthesiologist asked.

"Don't mention it, I definitely have OCD, otherwise how could I check so many times," Liu Zhuren said. "Nurses already do the Three Checks Eight Verifications, but I need twenty-eight verifications here before I dare to perform surgery."

"I've never heard of you cutting the wrong kidney."

"I haven't cut the wrong one, but I've seen it happen; otherwise, how could I have such a huge psychological shadow?" Liu Zhuren said. "That time, I was just a young doctor who had just started in Clinical practice, and I watched with my own eyes as the incident happened to the old Sun Jiaoshou back then."

"Later, when we were drinking, someone asked me, 'You guys can even cut the wrong kidney, how is your brain grown? Does it rely on photosynthesis?'"

"Sigh." The Anesthesiologist sighed.

"You only know if you've done it yourself," Liu Zhuren said. "But that's no excuse; being attentive is better than anything else, don't you think, Little Ji Yisheng?"

Liu Zhuren intended to mentor him; he didn't mind letting Ji Xiang deepen his impression with this kind of clinical experience that seemed useless but was actually a "sickness."

"Yes, Zhuren," Ji Xiang said while disinfecting. "I also heard that a long time ago, it seemed like not long after the Reform and Opening-up, a doctor got drunk and performed an emergency appendectomy, but he ended up cutting the wrong side, and he was too embarrassed to make another incision."

"Damn, that works too? Is he even a Surgeon!" The Anesthesiologist was surprised.

How could this little Standardized Training Student talk about Medical Malpractice as if he were making it up?

"He started pulling out the intestines, dumped them out, and then found the appendix and cut it off. Later, it seems the Patient developed a severe Intestinal Obstruction; it was quite a suffering." Standing in the assistant's position, Ji Xiang calmly told a "story" that a System NPC had told him.

This kind of story could also be called an accident.

"I will be very careful, Zhuren."

Liu Zhuren was taken aback, and the speed at which he was putting on his gloves slowed down slightly.

"Doctor Xiao Ji, is your brain... possessed by a soul?" the Anesthesia doctor asked, "This kind of old-fashioned accident happened at least 30 years ago. Nowadays, all appendectomies are done via laparoscopy, mostly entering through the navel; it's impossible to make a mistake even if you wanted to."

Liu Zhuren shared the same thought.

Theoretically, when Ji Xiang was an intern, his Attending Teachers should have all been young people who specialized in laparoscopy—nothing but laparoscopy—and very few people performed the ancient open appendectomy.

Ji Xiang had even heard of this kind of accident; this kid is quite the gossip.

Putting on his gown and standing in the surgeon's position, Liu Zhuren suddenly remembered how Zhao Zhuren had been scolded like a grandson yesterday, and his heart gave a start.

He glanced at Ji Xiang and saw that he looked normal, but he still felt a bit uneasy in his heart.

(End of chapter)