Chapter 143: As If Having an Affair
"But anything that is strongly advocated, yet only shouted as a slogan without offering any benefits, you must never touch—for example, when they tell us about 'healing the wounded and rescuing the dying'."
The Doctor performing the Ultrasound said disdainfully to the young Doctor beside him.
Ji Xiang immediately began to recall.
This time, he was a 42-year-old male, and he hadn't come to the hospital because he was sick, but for a company physical examination.
Therefore, the Doctor was quite relaxed, chatting while performing the examination.
"Teacher, that's not a good thing to say."
"What's not good about it? The food we eat is full of additives; what can be written down is written, and there's plenty more that can't be. If you eat yourself sick and end up in the hospital, you're the Doctor, you have to heal the wounded and rescue the dying—what are you even talking about?"
"There's stuff that can't be written?"
"Take the milk from a few years ago, you know? What was sold to Xianggang and abroad was different from what was sold domestically. Since then, I haven't bought milk once; I contacted a dairy farmer directly and drink milk fresh from the cow every day."
"That's impressive, Teacher."
"It's piping hot, with a layer of milk skin on top, very rich. But rich is rich, and it's not expensive; at the very least, it's affordable, and it's safe."
"Teacher, you seemed to have left your sentence half-finished just now."
"Ah, right." The Ultrasound Doctor finally remembered and said immediately, "But anything that is not advocated, yet not entirely prohibited, and has an ambiguous attitude—you need to consider that carefully."
"Huh? What does that mean?" The young Doctor was clearly an Intern or a Standardized Training Student and couldn't grasp such a serious topic.
The Ultrasound Doctor's hand suddenly paused, and Ji Xiang clearly felt the pressure of his hand pressing down increase.
"Buddy, how are your Kidneys?" the Ultrasound Doctor asked.
"Uh..." Ji Xiang didn't know how to answer for a moment.
No man would ever say his Kidneys were bad; although Ji Xiang wasn't old, he couldn't bring himself to say it either.
"Pfft, I said it wrong," the Ultrasound Doctor said. "Do you have any symptoms like blood in your urine or lower back pain?"
"Doctor, did you find something?" Ji Xiang asked.
"No, it's just a nodule." The Ultrasound Doctor was very casual, yet his expression was affected and slightly exaggerated.
If it were an ordinary person, they would grow suspicious, but any Doctor who has worked in Clinical practice for a while, including young Doctors, could understand exactly what was happening.
Ji Xiang was there to experience Empathy, and he knew what his illness was.
After finishing the Ultrasound, the Ultrasound Doctor didn't throw the tissue at Ji Xiang like a jerk and tell him to wipe it off himself; instead, he held the tissue and helped Ji Xiang wipe it off carefully.
"Nothing to worry about, young man, go on back."
Ji Xiang was even more certain, but he didn't point it out.
Even in this illusory environment, Ji Xiang remained kind. Although the Ultrasound Doctor was willing to chat, his subsequent actions expressed goodwill.
He was willing to return that kindness.
Ji Xiang continued to wait in line for his physical exam, and the next evening, his spouse received a phone call.
It was like an affair; first, their expression changed drastically, then they observed Ji Xiang's every move, and finally, they found a secluded place to take the call.
If one didn't know the actual situation, one would definitely misunderstand.
Ji Xiang sighed inwardly, but he didn't let it show.
After a long time, his "spouse" came out of the inner room, looking as if they had cried, appearing somewhat dazed.
The next morning, it seemed they had gone through a long internal struggle before vaguely mentioning to Ji Xiang about going to the hospital for a follow-up.
Without delaying a single second, the spouse, who was usually timid in character, was very firm this time, yet they wouldn't explain why.
It was obvious they had no experience in handling such matters.
Ji Xiang pretended to know nothing and went with their spouse to the Outpatient Department of a nearby Grade A Tertiary Hospital for an examination.
The Ultrasound results came out: diagnosed with a left Kidney angiomyolipoma!
The "spouse" checked on their phone for a long time, confirmed that an angiomyolipoma was a benign Tumor, and wept with joy.
But the Outpatient Doctor still ordered a CT scan.
After the CT was done, they ordered an Enhanced CT.
Regarding this, Ji Xiang's "spouse" was very confused and complained quite a bit. Because Ji Xiang knew the result and had been exposed to Clinical work, he knew the final diagnosis would definitely be provided by the Enhanced CT—left Kidney Malignant Tumor.
In fact, because he knew all this, Ji Xiang wasn't too anxious.
Compared to the pain and discomfort of Kidney Stones and Prostatic Hyperplasia, a Malignant Tumor that one couldn't feel at all was simply too "friendly" at this stage and not worth mentioning.
Sure enough, Ji Xiang's prediction was correct; the Enhanced CT provided the answer—left Kidney Malignant Tumor.
His "spouse's" emotions were like a roller coaster: yes, no, yes, no; after several cycles of this, they looked at the outcome blankly, at a loss for what to do.
"It's okay." Ji Xiang, on the contrary, comforted his spouse as if he were fine, then took the examination report and the films to the Outpatient Department.
"Doctor, I know I have Renal Cancer. May I ask if our hospital can perform a Partial Resection?"
The Outpatient Doctor was stunned by Ji Xiang's question.
"Also, how is our hospital's level of interventional hemostasis?"
"Why would you need interventional hemostasis?" the Outpatient Doctor asked, puzzled.
"After a Renal Cancer Partial Nephrectomy, there is a 2-4% chance of delayed bleeding, which requires Interventional Surgery for treatment," Ji Xiang said very calmly.
"!!!" The look of shock on the Outpatient Doctor's face exposed their lack of knowledge in this area.
Indeed, municipal-level hospitals rarely perform Partial Resections, and there are few Doctors in the Interventional Department.
It wasn't just municipal-level hospitals; hospitals in the Provincial Hospital weren't much better.
Otherwise, the Four Great Vajras of the Second Affiliated Hospital's Interventional Department wouldn't have scattered, and Director Zhao Xiangming wouldn't have felt a surge of sorrow during a department gathering as he saw his own department shrinking more and more.
"Let me ask, please wait a moment," the Outpatient Doctor said, somewhat flustered.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid," Ji Xiang quickly comforted them. "I just happen to know a bit; a buddy of mine once had a similar surgery. I'm not here to cause trouble."
"Ah?"
"Pfft, I understand it all," Ji Xiang said frankly. "A few years ago, wasn't there a father of twins who took a voice recorder to report a private tutor after his child got into a key high school? He even took a 2,000-yuan hush-money payment before reporting them."
"..." The Outpatient Department Doctor was stunned.
"In the end, the money was obtained, but after getting into a key high school, while other children could take remedial classes, no one dared to take on his child." Ji Xiang smiled, "I don't mean anything else by saying this; I just mean that I understand the difficulties doctors face. If everyone shows mutual understanding and mutual trust, things can go more smoothly."
The Outpatient Department Doctor looked at Ji Xiang in astonishment.
Excessive medical compliance is also a problem.
Seeing his stunned expression, Ji Xiang felt that he might have done something wrong.
"Please help me ask; if it's possible, I will be hospitalized for treatment. If it's not, I will hurry to contact other hospitals."
"It would be best if it could be our hospital, after all, there might be delayed hemorrhage within 30-60 days after the surgery, and I can't stay in the Imperial Capital or Shanghai for that long."
The Outpatient Department Doctor went to "help" Ji Xiang contact them, full of suspicion.
After a full 20 minutes, with the Patient behind already starting to constantly poke their head in, looking impatiently to see what was happening, he finally returned.
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