Chapter 131: Walking Free Attribute Points (League Leader Fuyang Bonus Chapter)

Sure enough, the technician's words confirmed Liu Zhuren's inner suspicions.

This young man, Ji Xiang, was truly doing a good job, and it wasn't that he himself lacked experience.

He recalled the strange attitude of Ji Xiang's university counselor and the warnings from his own classmates, and he knew what to do.

"Over in Shanghai, many operators are quite rough; some say it's a lack of responsibility, but I think it's a lack of skill." The technician stared blankly as the micro-guidewire reached its position and the operator inserted the micro-catheter to prepare for angiography, speaking softly.

"What about the skill level of my Doctor Xiao Ji?"

"This!" The technician extended his right hand and gave a thumbs up. "Liu Zhuren, I saw on the surgery notice that he's listed as a Standardized Training Doctor?"

"Mm, from the batch that just arrived."

"Damn, that's awesome!" the technician said in surprise. "I thought he was some young professor, but he's a bit too young for that. I didn't expect him to be a Standardized Training Doctor, I really didn't."

As the technician spoke, his gaze passed through the lead-lined glass, staring fixedly at the operator performing the surgery.

"Heh heh, why are you looking like that?" Liu Zhuren felt a little smug inside.

After all, the person was one of his own; he could at least be considered a talent scout.

"I was watching the surgery process just now and subconsciously thought Zhao Zhuren's surgical skill had suddenly shot up, but when I looked up, it wasn't him doing it at all."

The technician spoke in an extremely low voice, his eyes darting around as he talked.

He couldn't let others hear such things, or else Zhao Zhuren might get displeased and make his life miserable.

Just having his extra-surgery fees docked would be unbearable.

The technician wasn't willing to be such a fool as to lose a thousand yuan a month just to speak the truth.

Besides, Zhao Zhuren was petty; the technician knew very well who he couldn't afford to offend.

Liu Zhuren watched the screen with a smile; the angiography was finished, and the micro-spring coil had already been inserted.

"Xiao Sun, why didn't we think of doing it this way before?" Liu Zhuren asked.

"Before, huh? I was one of the first in our hospital to do this line of work, working as a technician since the Circulation Catheter Room first got machines," the technician said. "The guide wires and catheters back then were thick; they couldn't get in at all. The tubes for neurological intervention have been getting thinner and thinner; it seems it wasn't until 2013-2015 that the tubes for tumor intervention caught up."

Liu Zhuren nodded.

So that was it.

Combining this with what the technician had said earlier, he already had his own theory.

Without absolute necessity, who would want the craft they had practiced for a lifetime to be completely negated? This was their livelihood; only an idiot would smash their own rice bowl.

The reason the neurology department was willing to do it was that the mortality rate for aneurysm surgery was too high, and the neurosurgeons were sick of it.

Performing an interventional surgery meant no blood was shed, and the aneurysm was directly embolized, which greatly increased the chances of surgical success and reduced the probability of medical disputes.

That's why they say you have to be pushed to do it.

Having roughly sorted out his thoughts, Liu Zhuren became even more interested in Ji Xiang. Having just arrived at the hospital, he could already handle the techniques of a "niche" yet important department like the Interventional Department; if he stayed in the Urology Department in the future...

That would be wonderful, just wonderful!

In the operating room, Ji Xiang was also very happy after finishing the surgery.

The feeling of performing an interventional surgery in reality was still slightly different from that in the System Operating Room.

Aside from the difference in Experience Points awarded, it was mainly the sense of achievement and satisfaction from saving lives.

"Ding-dong~"

The sound of a System Task arrived.

Oh ho, a task! Ji Xiang looked happily toward the top right corner of his field of vision.

【System Task: Preaching, Teaching, and Resolving Doubts.

Task Content: Improve the interventional surgery skill level of Zhao Zhuren of the Interventional Department.

Task Duration: One month.

Task Reward: Random Attribute Points +3, Experience Points +20,000, Surgical Points +20.】

Ji Xiang was stunned after seeing this task.

There was already a continuous task 【Mission: Preaching】, so why did another special task pop up?

The main thing was that the 【Mission: Preaching】 task was rather vague and the rewards were small. The new task specifically named Zhao Zhuren of the Interventional Department, and the rewards even included 3 Random Attribute Points.

"Doctor Xiao Ji, awesome!" Zhao Zhuren, who had taken the initiative to act as the assistant, removed the arterial sheath and remembered to offer a compliment while applying a pressure bandage to the patient.

Zhao Zhuren had been quite drunk during that emergency surgery and had forgotten some of the procedures, only vaguely remembering that Ji Xiang had put immense pressure on him at the time.

It was to the point that when he and Ma Jiaoshou were discussing the surgery, the two had different memories of the process, nearly leading to a confrontation.

Having watched a surgery today, Zhao Xiangming confirmed two things—first, Doctor Xiao Ji's surgery was truly excellent; second, his own groveling, grandson-like behavior during the emergency surgery was indeed caused by being too drunk.

As he had thought, no matter how good the surgery was, it shouldn't have made him treat the guy like a teacher.

If Doctor Xiao Ji could stay in the future, he would still be his superior; wouldn't any achievements be credited to his own teaching?

Zhao Xiangming had the same thought as Liu Zhuren.

"Next one," Ji Xiang said calmly.

Zhao Zhuren was praising Ji Xiang in his heart for being unflappable, completely unaware of what he was about to face.

The ward doctor sent the patient back and brought in the next one; Zhao Zhuren took off his lead clothing and stretched his limbs, saying with a smile, "Doctor Xiao Ji, take yours off and relax too. Wearing lead clothing to perform surgery is just like being an ancient Heavy Armored Knight."

"No need, we'll start the next one soon." Ji Xiang smiled; the way he looked at Zhao Zhuren was a bit off, as if he were looking at a big piece of fatty meat.

Luck value, a little higher, a little higher; Ji Xiang's eyes had unknowingly dissected Zhao Xiangming, turning him into 3 free attribute points.

The next patient was sent in; Ji Xiang scrubbed in and laid out the sterile drapes. Zhao Xiangming was a step behind, his face full of smiles that even the lead-lined mask couldn't hide.

"Doctor Xiao Ji, I'll handle it."

Click~

With Surgical Points loaded, Ji Xiang didn't hesitate to fire one at Zhao Xiangming.

A piercing gaze fell upon Zhao Xiangming.

"..."

The Lead Clothing on his body felt as heavy as a mountain; Zhao Xiangming's legs went weak, and his first thought was whether the Patient had been brought to the wrong place.

If it wasn't a mistake, why would Lao Zhuren look at him with such a sharp gaze!

He lowered his head and walked quickly to find the Medical Record to verify the Patient's name and illness.

"I have already verified it; put on your clothing and come up," Ji Xiang said calmly while disinfecting.

Zhao Xiangming's legs were trembling, and he shivered uncontrollably while putting on his clothing.

His DNA was trembling frantically; the bases facing inward on the two polydeoxyribonucleotide chains could not hold back and began to move outward, the double helix structure on the verge of shattering.

The RNA translation formed during the DNA trembling produced polypeptides, which turned into proteins and synthesized hormones that acted upon his entire body.

The Nurse had a strange expression, thinking Zhao Xiangming was having a sudden bout of hypoglycemia, and she asked in a low voice, "Director, are you not feeling well? Should I get you a bottle of glucose?"

(End of this chapter)