Chapter 219: When Successful, Help the World; When Unsuccessful, Cultivate Your Own Virtue (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader sueyee1

"Having money really does allow one to do whatever one wants," Ji Xiang sighed.

Ji Yongchang rarely spoke to Ji Xiang about such matters, and Ji Xiang did not know much, but hearing it all today was truly shocking.

"The soybean giants fleece the farmers on the spot market, fleece the speculators on the futures market, and fleece the pig farm owners on the pork market.

After filling their pockets, they still have a full warehouse of pork, and they can do it all over again in the pork market."

"That's about how it went. On the last night, I sat on the rooftop with the kid for a few hours, drank two bottles of alcohol, and watched with my own eyes as he jumped."

"Dad, why didn't you stop him?" Ji Xiang asked in surprise.

"The kid had a mental breakdown; it wasn't about the money." Ji Yongchang looked deeply at Ji Xiang.

"Dad, my mindset won't break."

Ji Xiang vaguely understood the significance of his father telling this story, and he said firmly.

"If we apply this to your medical field, a top-tier doctor—I mean the most top-tier doctor—would surely find the various operations of the doctors below them to be utterly idiotic."

"It's just like how I viewed that kid's operations. He simply didn't know the power of international giants; he only knew how to look at data, so he was forced into a margin call, suffered heavy losses, and his mindset collapsed."

"Before that, he thought he was gifted and had never faced the truly cruel world. So, once something went wrong, he couldn't accept it."

"Top-tier doctors." Ji Yongchang pointed at himself with his finger, "Their perspective and vision are different because they know how powerful invisible forces are. But that talented young man lacked vision and blindly believed in himself."

"The Wu Zong you mentioned exists within the scope of those lacking technical ability, but how many top-tier doctors like me, at the level I am at on Financial Street, can there be? You could count them on one hand."

Ji Yongchang said indifferently.

Ji Xiang suddenly thought of the System NPC; he had long since grown accustomed to his father's way of speaking, which was exactly the same as the System NPC's humble-bragging.

Perhaps they were simply stating a fact, but to his ears, it sounded like showing off.

"How many patients are there? Almost infinite. Even if you worked a top-tier doctor to death, they couldn't finish seeing them all."

"So?" Ji Xiang asked.

"So, I believe Doctor Wu's approach is not wrong at all," Ji Yongchang said with a tone of certainty. "At whatever level your technical skill is, the things you think about should naturally be at that level. From a certain perspective, your position determines your thinking."

"But doctors are supposed to heal the sick and save lives."

"Heh." Ji Yongchang chuckled, "Be more clear-sighted."

"Hmm?"

"Decades ago, when I was a child, an old grandfather who was especially good to me back home became paralyzed. He went to the hospital for treatment, but ended up passing away shortly after. I thought later that it must have been a cerebral hemorrhage treated as a cerebral infarction."

"..."

"But the technical conditions at the time were just like that. What else could be done?"

"..."

Ji Xiang was speechless.

"When successful, help the world; when unsuccessful, cultivate your own virtue." Ji Yongchang ended the conversation, stood up, and looked at Ji Xiang, "That's about the logic. Don't struggle with it; be more clear-sighted."

Ji Xiang pondered carefully and finally nodded.

He understood what his father was trying to tell him through the story.

So what should he do?

Ji Xiang returned to his room and thought for a long time. Because his clinical experience was insufficient, he could only take things one step at a time.

Calming his mind, Ji Xiang went to the System Operating Room to begin new surgical training.

The System NPC did not chat much with Ji Xiang, but instead assisted him in performing surgery and pointed out the problems in his technique.

The next morning, Ji Xiang arrived at the hospital.

He was 20 minutes early, changed his clothes, and went to the ward to check on patients first to master their information.

Especially for the patient scheduled for a total penectomy, Ji Xiang pretended to be casual but carefully observed the changes in his emotions.

After just one night, the patient seemed unchanged, but Ji Xiang always felt his mood was lower, as if a dark cloud were hanging over his head, bringing endless rain.

The patient had become gloomy and dejected, sitting on the bed listless, not wanting to talk to anyone.

After the shift handover, Ji Xiang followed Wang Daxiao to perform surgery.

"Doctor Xiao Ji, you're here." Upon entering the operating room, Tang Yan greeted Ji Xiang.

"Hmm, it's you again," Ji Xiang said.

Recently, Tang Yan had been assigned to many Urology Department surgeries. Ji Xiang just felt he saw this girl too often and said it offhandedly.

"What, you want to pick your own instrument nurse? You're getting more and more arrogant!" Tang Yan asked.

Ji Xiang did not bicker with Tang Yan. Generally speaking, Ji Xiang was like his father and did not like to talk much.

"Doctor Xiao Ji, everyone says you're going to stay in Shanghai, so why are you back?" the Circulating Nurse asked.

"That's nonsense. I'm a Standardized Residency Training doctor; how could I stay in Shanghai?" Ji Xiang began to verify the patient's information, from the Medical Record to the scans, checking multiple times, just like someone with Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.

"You learn fast. Your style of having Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder is just like your Liu Zhuren; you're only a step away from checking into a mental hospital," Tang Yan said while preparing the surgical kit. "The first time I saw Liu Zhuren in the operating room, I wasn't used to it at all."

"With that kind of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder drive of his, who could get used to it?" the Circulating Nurse said. "Doctor Xiao Ji, you're still young, learn something good."

Ji Xiang didn't think there was anything wrong with Liu Zhuren's habits. Checking more often to avoid vicious incidents like removing the wrong kidney was quite good.

"The directors and Attending Professors in Urology are hopeless, but you're still young," the Circulating Nurse said while preparing things. "The 'lower three paths'—no matter what it is, it all ends up in your Urology Department. You tell me, what good things can you learn following them?"

"What kind of things, Sister?" Tang Yan asked.

"A few days ago when I was on duty, there was an emergency in Anorectal and Gastrointestinal, but it ended up being the Urology Department's mess."

"Don't talk nonsense," Wang Daxiao walked in and said with a smile. "That patient shoved a dumbbell into his rectum; what does that have to do with us?"

"A dumbbell? How big?" Tang Yan asked in astonishment.

"Five kilograms," the Circulating Nurse said. "The rectum was punctured, bleeding profusely. Wang Daxiao, and you say it has nothing to do with you? A bunch of old perverts."

"Every chrysanthemum can bloom with wild flowers," Wang Daxiao said. "This matter really is within the treatment scope of Anorectal and Gastrointestinal..."

"Can't you just scrape a few more prostates and be done with it? That Patient tortured me all night; I had to run to the blood bank four times to fetch blood. I'm exhausted."

Tang Yan understood the situation and asked in surprise, "No, no, no, dumbbell—is it the kind that's big on both ends and thin in the middle?"

"That's right."

"How did they shove it in?" Tang Yan racked her brain but couldn't figure it out.

"Who knows? They have all sorts of ways. But don't ask; if you ask, they'll just say they accidentally sat on it." Wang Daxiao laughed heartily. "A few years ago, there was a Patient in Europe who had an old World War II artillery shell removed from their rectum. The Medical Record said they accidentally sat on it. It's the same at home and abroad; there's no difference."

(End of chapter)