Chapter 228: Typos, Ward Off Evil!

Ji Xiang was very happy, but he did not jump for joy.

Having experienced the empathy of the surgery for the nail cancer from beginning to end, and having listened to some pointers from Wu Zong and his own elder, the final result was good.

The whole experience was a bit complicated, and there was also the assist from Bai Chuzhang, but reflecting on it, Ji Xiang could feel that he was growing sturdily, and not just in surgery.

After changing his clothes, Ji Xiang strode out of the ward while silently pondering his gains.

His steps were light, and Ji Xiang whistled softly.

The noisy human voices interrupted Ji Xiang's pleasure; he discovered that he had walked to the lobby outside the Emergency Department.

Right, today was the duty day for the Emergency Department doctor; although Ji Xiang hadn't taken this matter seriously, subconsciously he still wanted to come and take a look.

Taking a look—Ji Xiang was always happy chatting with the Emergency Department doctor, and this was also a part of Clinical practice.

After all, he was only a Standardized Residency Training doctor; Ji Xiang had no psychological barriers toward the Emergency Department that doctors were so disgusted by. In his cognition, the restroom of the Emergency Department was even a holy land for passing stones.

Just as he was about to step into the corridor of the Emergency Department, a shrill cry suddenly came from afar.

"Don't follow me, go away!"

Ji Xiang was startled. What was going on?

Turning his gaze over, Ji Xiang saw a middle-aged woman with disheveled hair being pressed to the ground. Her shrill screaming made people feel as if this were a vicious public security case.

The Emergency Department doctor was also there; he directed a group of people to carry the middle-aged woman into the Emergency Rescue Room.

"Cardiac Monitor!"

Ji Xiang heard the Emergency Department doctor's voice from afar.

He crept over, but didn't enter the door; instead, he stood outside with a group of other Patients and Family Members to "watch the excitement."

The middle-aged woman's heart rate was very fast, around 120 beats/minute, and she was still constantly talking nonsense, muddled and unclear.

"What's going on? It scared me just now; I thought it was a kidnapping."

"Don't talk nonsense. Kidnapping in broad daylight? What a joke. How long has the crackdown on organized crime been going on? Public security is so good."

"I heard this Patient has poor Spirit, saying that a ghost is sitting on her shoulder, always covering her eyes and wanting to play hide-and-seek with her."

"..." Ji Xiang was startled.

A female ghost sitting on her shoulder, playing hide-and-seek—he immediately thought of several classic horror films.

Ji Xiang never felt that ghosts were scary; this was also the result of Ji Yongchang's personal instruction.

Ji Yongchang once said that if ghosts existed, this world would be much more interesting.

If he were to see a ghost, he would definitely be very happy, because that would prove the existence of the soul.

But seeing the woman's ferocious expression and shrill screaming, Ji Xiang had a very strange feeling in his heart.

Perhaps it was a Mental Illness, who knows.

The Patient's vital signs were stable. The Emergency Department doctor administered diazepam, and only after 10 minutes did the Patient's screaming gradually subside.

Only then did Meng Qingfei walk out hurriedly. Seeing Ji Xiang, he was startled, "Change your clothes, help out."

He threw over a bunch of keys, "Open the locker yourself."

After saying this, Meng Qingfei hurriedly went to deal with other Patients.

That's how the Emergency Department is; in just over ten minutes, the area outside the Consultation Room was already packed with people.

Ji Xiang went to the Duty Room to try the lockers one by one, opened the Emergency Department doctor's locker, took out a White Uniform, put it on, and went to help.

Suturing was Ji Xiang's forte.

But there were exceptionally many trauma cases today. It was almost the second half of the night before the Emergency Department finally quieted down after Ji Xiang sutured 2 minor wounds.

"Luckily you were here to help." Meng Qingfei had some free time, and only then did he have time to talk with Ji Xiang.

"Meng Laoshi, what would you do if you were alone?" Ji Xiang asked.

"I'd send them to the department the Patient belongs to for suturing, but then the Resident Chiefs would badmouth me for not knowing how to treat patients. Damn it, if they're so capable, they should come to the Emergency Department," Meng Qingfei grumbled.

"I'm here," Ji Xiang laughed, "Meng Laoshi, what's going on with the Patient in the Emergency Rescue Room?"

"Let's go..." Meng Qingfei stood up immediately and took Ji Xiang to see the Patient.

After the intravenous diazepam took full effect, the Patient had already fallen into a deep sleep. Only then was Meng Qingfei relieved, and he turned to lead Ji Xiang back to the Consultation Room.

"It feels like there's a problem with her Spirit. She keeps saying she saw a ghost, something like a little girl sitting on her shoulder, the girl keeps growing, and the more she presses down, the more she can't lift her head. And the little girl sitting on her shoulder keeps blowing air, making the back of her neck feel chilly."

Ji Xiang asked suspiciously, "Meng Laoshi, according to your description, shouldn't she be sent to a psychiatric hospital?"

Meng Qingfei looked up, stared into Ji Xiang's eyes for a full 3 seconds before saying, "Doctor Xiao Ji, not all illnesses are Mental Illnesses; I can even say that Mental Illnesses are very rare!"

"Uh..."

The view of Doctor Meng Qingfei was vastly different from Ji Xiang's understanding.

"Besides, ghosts have personalities too, you know," Meng Qingfei suddenly became lazy, and he said with a smile.

"How so, Meng Laoshi?"

"Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, you must know it," the Emergency Department doctor said, "There is such a story, saying that a young playboy was fancied by a female ghost, and that very day the female ghost went to pay a visit."

Driving? Ji Xiang looked at Huang Yisheng, but he did not interrupt the Emergency Department doctor's words.

Let him drive; it's not like the Urology Department's driving speed isn't fast.

"The female ghost very considerately set a mode visible only to him. It was nights of revelry; you can't even imagine it, otherwise I feel my consciousness would be 404'd the next second."

"Hahaha, Laoshi, you can say whatever you want behind closed doors; when I'm in surgery in the Urology Department, they always say things like that too."

"Urology Department, low-class," the Emergency Department doctor scolded, "One day it was raining, and the female ghost came up with a first line of a couplet—'Chilly wind and cold rain fill the river city'."

"I don't understand literature, nor do I understand couplets; maybe that was the trend back then. The playboy actually made a fool of himself and couldn't answer."

"Then the female ghost left. Before leaving, she said—'A young master like you, how can you be so ignorant of elegance! You have extinguished my refined interest!'"

Ji Xiang felt that Huang Yisheng was simply too interesting. Although he was just chatting with him, he could actually recite some lines from Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio; he was awesome.

"Look at them, even as ghosts they have to study; what excuse do you have for not working hard?" Huang Yisheng suddenly said.

"..."

"Hmm, when I was in school, I often used this phrase to urge myself to make progress, otherwise even a female ghost would look down on me."

"Hahaha." Ji Xiang felt that Doctor Huang was simply too interesting.

"The story isn't over yet, I let it slip," Doctor Huang said. "Later on, the young master's family was afraid he would neglect his proper work and have his body hollowed out, so they kept trying to dissuade him. Then the young master left a note for the female ghost; the note had one sentence and three typos."

"Uh..."

"The female ghost said angrily—'To have such a husband, one might as well be a prostitute!'"

"See, no education, even a female ghost doesn't fancy him. By the way, Doctor Xiao Ji, do you have typos when you write Medical Records?"

Ji Xiang was stunned for a moment.

"Having typos wards off evil spirits."

(End of this chapter)