Chapter 220: The Instinct to Court Death (Bonus Chapter ×2 for the Alliance Leader Super Awesome Dad)

"Xiao Ji, have you checked?" Wang Daxiao did not continue to discuss the topic of how the dumbbell was inserted with Tang Yan and the Circulating Nurse.

Because, even Wang Daxiao did not know how the Patient had managed it.

Similar situations are not common, but they are not rare either.

Without working in Clinical practice for decades, one truly does not know just how high human wisdom, imagination, and curiosity can reach.

Anyway, whether it is a dumbbell or a decades-old Training Shell, as long as it goes in, they just say they accidentally sat on it.

Gradually, the doctors at the hospital have also adapted to this explanation.

Slipped, and sat on it.

Mm, quite reasonable.

I believe it, I believe it, is that not enough?

"Teacher Wang, the Patient has been verified correctly," Ji Xiang reported.

"Go scrub in, prepare to start the surgery."

Watching Ji Xiang's back, Wang Daxiao revealed a satisfied smile.

"Old Wang, I heard this kid was going to Shanghai, how come he came back?" The Circulating Nurse had not forgotten this matter and continued to press for an answer.

"If I said the medical standard in Shanghai wasn't good enough, would you believe me?"

"I'd have to be a ghost to believe you, you old codger. Shanghai's standard isn't good enough, but your standard, Wang Daxiao, is, right?" the Circulating Nurse said with disdain.

"My Doctor Ji is highly skilled!" Wang Daxiao crossed his arms over his chest and verified the Patient's information once more.

"I really can't stand you lot who clear out sewers; how many times have you checked already?" the Circulating Nurse said.

"You open the packs, I'm going to scrub in."

Saying this, Wang Daxiao strolled off to scrub in.

"Sister," Tang Yan said, opening the surgical pack, "a dumbbell, is that possible?"

"You'll know once you've worked long enough," the Circulating Nurse said. "The human instinct to court death is as vast as their thoughts."

"Ha."

"For example, I've seen someone insert a lightbulb."

"Oh my, weren't they afraid it would shatter?"

"I've seen it shattered, too," the Circulating Nurse laughed. "Glass shards pierced the rectum directly, nearly injuring the main artery; it was miserable."

"Amazing!" Tang Yan praised. "How did they get it in?"

"You're just a young girl, just listening to the gossip is enough, why think so much about it?" the Circulating Nurse scolded.

"Isn't this just looking for trouble," Tang Yan sighed.

Ji Xiang returned from scrubbing in and began to disinfect. Wang Daxiao returned shortly after. Hearing the Circulating Nurse and Tang Yan chatting, he laughed, "People are always strange; when I was young, I was especially prone to courting death."

"Oh? Tell us, what did you insert?" the Circulating Nurse asked with a smile.

"When I was young..." The shine on the top of Wang Daxiao's head could not be hidden even by a sterile cap; the light faintly scattered, as if emitted by another shadowless lamp.

"Watching my dad sit on the sofa smoking every day, frowning as if thinking about something, I thought it was incredibly cool!"

"Back then I was looking forward to growing up, unlike now."

"And then?" the Circulating Nurse asked.

"One day I came home from school, imitated my dad sitting on the sofa, and lit a cigarette, looking the part," Wang Daxiao said. "While smoking, I sighed gently, frowning, immersed in playing the role of a middle-aged man who had seen the hardships of life and was breathless under the burden of his family."

"Youth is still the best time; every time I look back on it, although I feel so embarrassed I want to hit a wall, I was young then, wasn't I."

"Is that when you learned to smoke?"

"No," Wang Daxiao shook his head while performing hand disinfection. "My mom came home early that day. After she walked in, she saw me sitting on the sofa smoking. We locked eyes, surrounded by smoke."

"I seemed to have been immersed in that feeling, truly believing I was a middle-aged man, and asked my mom in a gruff voice—Xiao Mei, why are you home so early from work today? Don't cook, let's go out to eat."

"..."

"..."

"Hahaha," the Circulating Nurse laughed out loud. "And then?"

"The next morning, under that bright sun—in today's terms, the sunshine was just right. I was lying in a hospital bed, and the nurse came to give me an intramuscular injection."

"You were beaten into the hospital?!"

"Yes, that was my first time being hospitalized." Wang Daxiao helped Ji Xiang lay out the sterile drapes. "So, I've always been very understanding of this kind of death-courting behavior; many people just find it interesting. Should it belong to a yearning for a brand-new life?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I think your IQ just wasn't high enough. You were like that when you were young, and you haven't gotten any smarter now," the Circulating Nurse said. "If I were your mother, I would have been scared half to death."

"Mm, my mom was indeed scared half to death, but she was quite fierce back then. We had a Training Shell at home, and my mom almost took it out to perish together with me."

"Tsk tsk, your ability to court death is truly great."

"Wang Daxiao," Tang Yan suddenly asked, "what is a Training Shell?"

"They don't exist anymore, don't worry about it," Wang Daxiao said. "I've seen plenty of this death-courting stuff. Count the sponges first, assist the surgery well, and if the surgery goes smoothly, I'll tell you about a major event I encountered during my advanced studies before we leave the operating room."

Tang Yan's mask moved; she seemed to be grumbling about Wang Daxiao.

After laying out the sterile towels, Wang Daxiao glanced at Ji Xiang. Seeing Ji Xiang standing in the assistant's position, he didn't say anything more and stood in the surgeon's position to begin the surgery.

The surgery went very smoothly and ended amidst laughter and chatter.

"Wang Daxiao, tell us, what was that event?" Tang Yan had kept Wang Daxiao's words in mind.

"You really are a curious child," Wang Daxiao said while rinsing and checking for active bleeding. "When I was doing advanced studies in the Imperial Capital, I encountered a Patient who had surgery for Renal Cancer 5 years prior."

"The Patient recovered well after surgery, but later developed Esophageal Cancer. The Patient and the Family Member were relentless, claiming the Renal Cancer hadn't been treated thoroughly, which led to the metastasis."

"Uh, that's a bit excessive, isn't it?"

"Right? I also felt it was very tricky at the time, and the professor supervising me didn't know what to do either. The Patient stayed in the hospital and just like that, wore themselves out to death."

"..."

"..."

The crowd was speechless.

One sees all sorts of people in a hospital, but the vast majority are just seeking money or seeking life, and would absolutely never let their Tumor grow larger out of spite, or even end up finishing themselves off in the end.

"This counts as a real oddity," Tang Yan said.

"I've seen those who extort money, and I've seen those who don't understand and seek reckless treatment, but Wang Daxiao, what do you think the Patient was after, lying on the hospital bed and waiting to die? Was it to demand compensation?"

"No, the Patient just wanted an explanation. It was still very early back then, and Medical Disturbance was rare," Wang Daxiao said, "but Esophageal Cancer really has nothing to do with Renal Cancer, and it basically wouldn't metastasize to that area. No matter how we explained it, saying a hundred times that it was likely a primary Esophageal Cancer, the Patient and the Family Member just wouldn't listen."

"Tsk tsk."

"Impressive."

"I haven't finished yet; what I just said was the background of the story..." Wang Daxiao said, deliberately keeping them in suspense.

(End of chapter)