Chapter 147: General Manager Wu Is Getting A Bit Cocky

Emerging from the System Space, Ji Xiang recalled the surgical process of the System NPC; he still felt as if he had had a dream.

"Prepare the incision kit, local anesthesia, and syringe." Wu Zong was preparing to incise the sinus tract and perform a debridement.

These minor tasks were nothing to Wu Zong.

It was just a little bit troublesome.

Could it be felt? Ji Xiang reached out and pressed on the patient's left groin area; it was slightly different from the right side, but the difference was minimal.

In essence, Ji Xiang knew that it was because he had watched the surgery in the System Operating Room and witnessed the miracle that he had formed a preconceived notion, which was why he felt there was a problem.

If he hadn't known, the probability of discovering the issue would have been low.

Ji Xiang hesitated for a moment, originally preparing to load the chamber and give Wu Zong a shot.

But he always felt it wasn't right, especially now that the family member was right there; what if Wu Zong flew into a rage out of shame?

Moreover, Ji Xiang didn't want to use this skill all the time.

Wu Zong seemed to have Stockholm syndrome, and Ji Xiang was worried that if he kept using 【Superior Doctor's Gaze】, what would happen if he became clingy later?

"Wu Zong," Ji Xiang said in a low voice.

Wu Zong's hand paused; he realized something—could that strange feeling be coming again?

From initial resistance to some resistance, once Wu Zong discovered that his technical level was truly improving bit by bit, he began to accept that feeling.

As for now, Wu Zong hadn't even realized that deep down in his heart, he was actually feeling a bit of pleasure.

That sharp gaze, that way of speaking that involved scolding people the moment they opened their mouth—hurry up, hurry up!

However,

Nothing happened.

Wu Zong was a bit puzzled and shrugged his left shoulder; there was indeed no heavy, tangible pressure present.

He turned his head in confusion and looked at Ji Xiang.

"A word?" Ji Xiang whispered.

"What is it?"

"Wu Zong, I think there's a small problem." Ji Xiang tried his best to express his opinion in a voice only the two of them could hear.

If Wu Zong didn't know what was good for him, he would have no choice but to give him a shot.

He couldn't just watch the patient remain disabled for life.

But what Ji Xiang had imagined didn't happen; Wu Zong was still quite sensible. Although he was a bit puzzled, he still had the nurse prepare things and took the opportunity to step out with Ji Xiang.

"Doctor Xiao Ji, what do you feel is going on?" Wu Zong asked cautiously.

Everything that had happened before was worth him being a bit cautious about.

Ji Xiang looked back and saw the family member standing at the door, looking haggard and weathered; he gave a look.

Wu Zong understood and took Ji Xiang to his Duty Room.

Closing the door, Ji Xiang said seriously, "Wu Zong, I just palpated the patient's groin and felt there was something inside."

"Something?" Wu Zong was startled, then burst into loud laughter, "That's the subcutaneous fat layer, the inguinal lymph nodes; you felt it wrong."

As soon as he finished speaking, the expression on Wu Zong's face became slightly strange.

Logically, he didn't believe the patient would have any other problems; this wasn't a difficult or complicated case, but a trauma patient whose fortune or misfortune was hard to say.

Yet, deep in Wu Zong's heart, a little person was screaming, practically grabbing his ears to tell him he must listen to Ji Xiang.

"Yes, there is a problem," Ji Xiang replied very firmly.

The Surgical Points would be loaded in the next second; if Wu Zong didn't listen, he would give him a shot.

But Wu Zong's expression went from relaxed to grave in only a second, faster than Ji Xiang loading the chamber.

"Is that so? I'll go feel it; it looked fine just now," Wu Zong said cautiously.

But after saying this, he didn't turn and leave, but stood still, seemingly pondering something.

Ji Xiang didn't disturb Wu Zong's thinking and waited quietly.

"I... will go feel it," Wu Zong repeated, then turned and walked out.

His movements were slow, but on the way to the Treatment Room, his pace gradually quickened until it was normal.

"Where is Resident Chief Wu? Hurry up and debride," a person's voice came from the Treatment Room.

It was Zheng Jiaoshou, the second-line on duty today; he happened to be passing by and saw the patient.

The Urology Department had seen plenty of similar patients; one could only lament that the patient was unlucky and hope that plastic surgery could treat it in the future. As for surgery, it actually existed now, but the patient likely couldn't afford it.

Then just perform the most basic treatment.

"Zheng Jiaoshou, I just performed a physical exam and feel the patient has a bit of a problem," Wu Zong walked into the Treatment Room and reported to the second-line professor.

"You go ahead and do it; if it doesn't work, call me." Zheng Jiaoshou thought Wu Zong was worried about the sinus tract cleaning issue and said quite "generously."

Wu Zong didn't say anything; he walked to the patient's side and placed both hands on the patient's bilateral groin.

Feeling carefully, it seemed there was a problem, yet it also seemed there was no problem.

Wu Zong felt a sense of relief; Doctor Xiao Ji had made a mistake! But immediately, the little person in his heart screamed again, reminding him to be cautious.

"You go ahead," Zheng Jiaoshou smiled, "Hurry up, I have something to do."

He reminded Wu Zong not to delay his own meal.

Second-line duty doctors were generally not in the hospital, after all, there was a Resident Chief.

Some hospitals called the Resident Chief the second-line and the duty professor the third-line; the rules differed, but what was the same was that the duty professor generally didn't have any major issues.

This was just a special situation; the treatment of a sinus tract looked simple, but without experience, it was very easy to fail to clean it thoroughly, leaving behind hidden dangers.

Zheng Jiaoshou was also cautious.

Wu Zong let out a long breath, "Zheng Jiaoshou, I'm taking the patient to get an Ultrasound."

"Ultrasound?" Zheng Jiaoshou looked at Wu Zong as if he were an idiot.

"Scan your face, take a look," said Wu Zong. "If there's nothing, you can rest easy; if there is something..."

"How could there be something? Do you think there's a large abscess underneath?"

Wu Zong was speechless.

Zheng Jiaoshou's logic was correct, but that feeling of tearing in the depths of Wu Zong's heart surged up again.

He hesitated for a moment, but as soon as he thought of his progress in Laser Stone Crushing and the case of the Air Embolism Patient who was cured with a tube of Erythromycin Ointment, he immediately became firm.

"I'll take the Patient to get a scan right now, it'll be quick, very quick," Wu Zong said repeatedly.

Zheng Jiaoshou had no choice; he shook his head, not knowing what kind of madness had gotten into Wu Zong.

Less than twenty minutes later, Zheng Jiaoshou received a call from Wu Zong, saying he suspected there was a problem below the left groin of the Patient; it didn't look like fat, but he couldn't explain what it was, and he was preparing to go to the General Surgery Operating Room.

Hearing this news, Zheng Jiaoshou was furious.

What the hell is he doing!

Zheng Jiaoshou pushed open the door to the office of Liu Zhuren in a fit of rage.

"Zhuren, the way Wu Zong is working is becoming more and more problematic," said Zheng Jiaoshou. "He's been able to handle Laser Stone Crushing on his own lately, and I thought he was diligently improving, but look at this!"

"What's wrong?" Liu Zhuren looked up and asked in confusion.

Zheng Jiaoshou told Liu Zhuren about the Patient's situation.

"Just treat the urinary retention and clean out the subcutaneous Sinus Tract; it's a very simple little job, yet Wu Laozong insists on going to the General Surgery Operating Room!" Zheng Jiaoshou was very angry, his face stern. "I think Wu Laozong is getting a bit carried away."

(End of chapter)