Chapter 142: High-Difficulty Empathy

"Boss, the last surgery was also performed very well," asked Ling Tian, the Senior Brother of Ding Yifan.

"Judging by a few breakpoints, it should be that the surgeon from the operation two days ago tapped his wrist with a hemostatic forceps," the Old Man said indifferently. "This kind of technique is mostly found in the older generation; you rarely do this nowadays.

After all, it is very rough, but it is indeed effective."

Ling Tian nodded, "Boss, what should we do next?"

"The surgery was performed by Zhao Xiangming from the Interventional Department of the Second Affiliated Hospital of Baiyi University?" the Old Man asked.

"Yes!"

"It's very strange. Baiyi University is not known for its expertise in interventional surgery; the best in the Northeast for interventional procedures is Zhongyida."

"Boss, I checked the time, it should have been back-to-back surgeries. Could the time have been modified to cheat?"

Listening to the crowd below discussing it, the Old Man tapped his cane.

"Thump, thump, thump~"

The sound interrupted everyone's discussion.

"Ling Tian, you go to the Second Affiliated Hospital," the Old Man said. "Tell Zhao Xiangming to come here."

Ling Tian's hand stiffened slightly.

The Boss not only wanted Zhao Xiangming to come over, but also wanted him to come over...

"Boss, he is almost retired and has no potential," Ling Tian whispered to dissuade him.

"Stupid!" the Old Man said with disdain.

The Demonstration Room was silent.

The sun had gradually risen, and the dawn was breaking, yet a dark cloud hung over everyone's hearts.

"The surgery was performed so well; having him as a student of mine would not be an insult to him," the Old Man said indifferently. "Tell him, come here, serve as an Attending Professor for half a year, and then take over as the Department Director of the Third Ward."

"!!!"

"!!!"

"!!!"

The eyes of the countless people below were all red, not knowing if it was from staying up all night or some other reason.

"Boss, what if he doesn't do it?" Ling Feng asked.

He was the Senior Brother and had always been by the Boss's side, so he could speak more freely.

"If he doesn't do it, then he can just rot in the Second Affiliated Hospital waiting for retirement. There will be no place for him in the academic world of domestic interventional medicine," the Old Man said domineeringly.

Indeed, he had the ability and the academic status to say so.

……

……

Ji Xiang finished his training in the System Operating Room, performing the interventional surgery with ease; it seemed the System NPC was also very satisfied.

"Teacher, I feel that embolization followed by surgical resection is very logical. Why has no one thought of doing it this way for so many years?"

Ji Xiang finished the surgery with a tiny bit of Endurance Value remaining. He didn't rush to leave, but instead started chatting with the System NPC.

This Old Man must be a top-tier expert domestically, or even internationally; Ji Xiang had an increasingly profound understanding of this.

After finishing his work in the afternoon, Ji Xiang contacted the Oilfield Hospital through his mother to inquire about the local doctors' understanding and perception of diabetes research.

To Ji Xiang's surprise, the local doctors' views were somewhat different from the System NPC's.

They knew this research was awesome, but no one knew it was *that* awesome! (Author's Note)

Even the local doctors who participated in the scientific research did not feel that they were conducting world-leading scientific research, and their understanding of it differed from the System NPC.

It is estimated that the conclusions reached from different positions are also different; it is clear that the System NPC's position is higher and he sees further.

"The reasons for this are very complex: competition for business volume between departments, academic competition in the compilation of discipline guidelines, and the surgeon's health factors, etc.," the System NPC said. "Don't think too much; it's not yet time for you to look up and watch the road."

"Hehe." Ji Xiang took off his sterile gloves, picked up the Lead Clothing and Lead Skirt that the System NPC had tossed on the floor, and hung them up.

The System NPC was very methodical in doing things, but had one habit—every time he finished an interventional surgery, he would toss his Lead Clothing and Lead Skirt aside.

The "thump" of the lead clothing hitting the floor had already formed a mental set for Ji Xiang; it meant the surgery had successfully ended.

Like a war drum.

Of course, it was only right to help the Circulating Nurse in the system do what he could.

In Ji Xiang's consciousness, they were all living people, not a piece of data or a few lines of code.

"Teacher, I am looking forward to the surgical operation this weekend," Ji Xiang said.

"Indeed, the surgical training has already dissected it for you. The tumor will shrink to a certain extent after embolization, there will be less bleeding, it will be easier to mobilize, and the difficulty of the surgery will drop sharply."

"I still don't understand," Ji Xiang insisted.

"It takes time. Telling you too much would be like pulling up seedlings to help them grow. You should go back and rest first," the System NPC looked at Ji Xiang gently.

"Teacher, I want to experience Empathy once," Ji Xiang said.

"Empathy for a tumor patient requires meeting and approval," the System NPC looked into Ji Xiang's eyes and said indifferently. "I'm afraid you won't be able to walk back out."

"I'm fine, I'm mentally healthy and have no masochistic tendencies. I'm just curious about how great the benefits of doing surgery this way really are!" Ji Xiang said firmly.

"Emmm..." the System NPC hesitated for the first time.

Ji Xiang didn't say much more; he just quietly watched the System NPC.

Indeed, Empathy for a tumor patient was a Challenge.

The diseases the system let him experience Empathy for were all "minor" illnesses. Although they were excruciating when they flared up, he knew clearly that it would be fine.

He had also experienced death when suffering from Ren Po Lie, but there are differences between deaths; Ji Xiang knew and understood that.

The system was very standardized, but Ji Xiang had things he couldn't figure out, so he insisted on going to see for himself.

"Wait for me, I'll go discuss it," the System NPC said, then walked out of the operating room with his hands behind his back and his waist hunched.

Ji Xiang helped the Circulating Nurse tidy up the operating room, waiting for the System NPC to return.

However, this matter seemed ten thousand times more troublesome than Ji Xiang had imagined; after waiting for a long time, the System NPC finally returned.

"Doctor Xiao Ji, sign to confirm," the System NPC said. "Before signing, you must think it through; you must be prepared to bear the consequences."

"Teacher, I don't think there will be any problems," Ji Xiang said, feeling very puzzled.

"Heh," the System NPC shook his head. "Facing life and death, especially the kind of lingering on the edge of life and death that can last for years, one's mindset will undergo a great change."

"Let's put it this way: there are no specific statistics in Clinical practice, but everyone acknowledges one thing—half of the Tumor Patients are scared to death."

"Uh..."

"This is different from the death caused by Kidney rupture and hemorrhage, so please be cautious," the System NPC exhorted earnestly.

A screen of light appeared before Ji Xiang, and this time he read it from beginning to end with great prudence.

But Ji Xiang did not hesitate and signed to confirm immediately.

He inherited many merits from his parents, but in terms of stubbornness, he was even more so than them.

"Although the system has simplified this for you, you must still be careful about everything," the System NPC exhorted one last time after Ji Xiang finished signing.

Light and shadow flickered; Ji Xiang opened his eyes and discovered the Doctor was performing an Ultrasound on him.

Note: Before Academician Wang Chen arrived, my buddy and I both thought this way. Later, at the symposium, I hid in a corner and listened to Academician Wang Chen talk about the brilliance of this research, and I was also quite surprised.

(End of this chapter)