Chapter 243: Speaking and Scolding

Ji Xiang also found it strange looking at the female patient with pointed, pale blue ears; if she wasn't a cosplayer, where did those blue ears come from?

Porcine reproductive and respiratory syndrome... Lu Gang had just said that diagnosis at random.

Ji Xiang was curious and, holding his breath and focusing his mind, arrived at the System Operating Room.

"Teacher." Ji Xiang bowed, greeted him, and then told the System NPC about the situation he had encountered.

"Oh, is that so." The System NPC smiled faintly.

Ji Xiang felt that he had only described the patient's blue ears, and the System NPC already had the answer.

And was quite certain of it.

What is clinical experience? This is it!

"Teacher, what illness does the patient have?" Ji Xiang's curiosity burned even hotter, and he asked.

"Do you want to try it out?" the System NPC asked.

"Empathy?"

"Yes."

Ji Xiang thought about it; that was a female patient, what would he be trying? Uh, if you think about it carefully, this sort of thing is a bit evil.

"Teacher, in the future when I intern in the Gynecology and Obstetrics Departments, won't I have to use Empathy too?" Ji Xiang asked cautiously.

The System NPC was startled, laughed out loud, and tapped Ji Xiang with a hand that looked like a chicken claw.

"What are you thinking? It wouldn't be impossible, but someone tried it before, discovered problems, and it has already been explicitly forbidden."

"Oh, I see." Ji Xiang was relieved.

The System NPC didn't speak, looking at Ji Xiang.

"Alright, I'll go try it."

The System NPC brought Ji Xiang to the next Operating Room; light and shadow flickered, and the sound of "cough, cough, cough" came through.

A female patient in her 30s sat in front of Ji Xiang.

"..."

Ji Xiang thought he would turn into the patient; he didn't expect that he would be experiencing Empathy from the perspective of a doctor.

And this time it was in bystander mode.

"Lung auscultation shows moist rales on the right side; Chest X-ray shows new cardiac enlargement, diffuse lesions in the bilateral middle and lower zones, accompanied by multiple lateral interstitial lines and pulmonary venous congestion. Chest CT shows ground-glass opacities accompanied by mediastinal lymphadenopathy."

"Doctor, could you please check, what exactly is my illness?" the patient asked while coughing.

Ji Xiang observed carefully and immediately noticed that her ears had not changed color.

"Pneumonia." "Himself" told the patient quite firmly, "Get hospitalized, take some Antibiotic for a few days, and you'll be fine soon."

"Your condition is quite serious right now; if you go home easily, I'm worried your condition will worsen, and it will be difficult to recover later."

Under the repeated persuasion of "himself," the patient completed the hospitalization procedures.

"Old Luan, hurry up and get off work, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Ji Xiang recalled that he was also a doctor at this hospital and was a good friend of "himself"; the two had agreed to go get haircuts after work and then go to an internet cafe.

This was quite good; Ji Xiang was also used to "himself" having a normal life, whether as a doctor or a patient.

A normal life, all belonging to a part of Empathy; Ji Xiang didn't quite understand this.

"What's the rush." "Himself" said, "With your level, you get counter-killed even when playing a game; I've had enough of it."

They changed clothes, and the two walked with arms around each other's shoulders, talking nonsense all the way to a familiar market.

There were many people here, bustling with noise and excitement; there were stalls selling vegetables and old books by the side of the road, full of the atmosphere of daily life.

"Working the night shift is truly miserable; every time I work a shift, my beard grows a centimeter. Do you think someone in our Duty Room is drugging us?" the bad friend said.

"Drugging? You're not even worth it."

"It must be androgens; otherwise, look at this beard of mine. I just shaved it the day before yesterday, yesterday was a 24-hour shift, and today I've instantly become a greasy middle-aged man."

"You're greasy yourself, and you're already a middle-aged man; you don't need to instantly become one."

The two walked into a barbershop while talking.

The shop wasn't big, and since it was dinner time, there was no one else; "himself" sat down directly.

The boss didn't ask either, looking very familiar, and began to cut hair with a buzzing sound.

A crew cut soon appeared in the Endoscope; Ji Xiang felt bored. He waited for the haircut in a listless manner, but was pondering what the pneumonia patient had to do with blue ears.

"Alright, go wash up, come back and I'll blow-dry it for you."

"Damn, every time I think your place is a proper shop." The bad friend laughed out loud.

The barber waved his hand, a smile that all men understand appearing on his face.

Ji Xiang ignored what the bad friend said and couldn't figure it out either, so he could only wait quietly for things to happen.

He was pondering what he would do if he encountered a similar patient in the Outpatient Department.

It seemed there was no good way right now.

The heart shadow was a bit large; this was a suspicious point. Theoretically, a female patient around 30 years old shouldn't have this manifestation.

But this was just a small suspicious point.

Playing games happily in the internet cafe, Ji Xiang truly couldn't stand the hand speed of "himself"; it was simply too slow.

Especially after using 【Clear Insight】 dozens or hundreds of times, Ji Xiang discovered that his own eyesight had also improved a lot; focusing on the screen, the images would slow down, but the opponent's actions would not.

This kind of ability, whether used in surgery or in e-sports, would cause one's level to skyrocket.

The level of "himself" was truly poor; Ji Xiang was even watching it until he felt sleepy.

After ten o'clock, "himself" went home to sleep, and the night passed without incident.

The next morning, he went to the hospital to work; "himself" still had proper business. The doctor in the same group had admitted the pneumonia patient from yesterday, and first thing in the morning, "himself" was searching for examination data on the computer.

It was still early, and the results hadn't come back, but the doctor who received the patient yesterday had already used Azithromycin and Ceftriaxone.

The shift handover and ward rounds began, and the Attending Professor did not even spare this Patient a glance.

It was just ordinary Pneumonia, nothing worth looking at.

Two hours later, "I" finished writing a Medical Record and casually clicked on the Patient's laboratory tests to see if the results were out.

A string of numbers soaring to the sky shocked "me".

The White Blood Cell Count was 21.3×109/L, C-reactive protein (CRP) was 212mg/L, and N-terminal pro-B-type natriuretic peptide (NT-proBNP) was 16788ng/L, all elevated, while creatinine was 72μmol/L.

Damn... how could it be this high! Ji Xiang was also startled when he saw it.

There was indeed a problem!

"I" immediately leaped up to find the Attending Professor.

"Sunshine by the sea!" the Attending Professor muttered after hearing the report.

Ji Xiang was taken aback.

What kind of catchphrase was that?

The Attending Professor immediately arranged for examinations and took the Patient to have them done personally; Ji Xiang took this time to sort through the memories.

It turned out this Attending Professor was a Doctor of Philosophy who had returned from overseas; when he first came back, he always spoke English, and his catchphrase was "you are the son of a bitch."

The Director scolded him many times for this, and later it turned into a strange English pun, with "bitch" being pronounced as "berch."

Damn it, he was actually cursing!

Ji Xiang was furious after realizing it, but this was Empathy mode, and there was no chance to retaliate at all.

He had often heard people say that in some hospitals, senior Doctors were particularly impatient and would curse as soon as junior Doctors reported their work.

The various Doctors Ji Xiang had personally experienced did not have this problem; other than being unwilling to write Medical Records and being somewhat sloppy with paperwork, they were all very good.

He had not expected to encounter such a person in Empathy.

(End of chapter)