Chapter 355: No Dragon to Slay

Ji Xiang had no interest in the personal grievances of Deng Chaohong.

He took a pen and a notebook and walked to the patient's room, preparing to take the medical history, write the Medical Record, and complete the preoperative preparations.

In fact, there was nothing wrong with Ji Xiang's memory; even if he didn't take notes, he could repeat everything the Family Member said once he returned to the Doctor's Office.

But after all, one had to present a more "professional" attitude to the patient; sometimes, letting people feel that you are professional is more important than being "professional."

Often, attitude is very important, because the patient and the Family Member do not, after all, understand what is truly professional.

This also counts as a form of reassurance, for the patient and the Family Member.

Knock on the door, enter the ward.

The Patient was sitting on the hospital bed, scrolling through their phone with their left hand.

A middle-aged woman was peeling an apple; she glanced at the young Doctor and didn't even move.

A middle-aged man with an imposing air sat on the sofa in the private room; he swept a calm glance at Ji Xiang and also said nothing.

"Hello, I am here to take the medical history." Ji Xiang smiled; he did not mind that no one in the family of three paid him any attention, and he spoke gently.

"Didn't we already say it all?" the middle-aged man said impatiently.

He seemed to have something on his mind and looked slightly irritable.

"The situation Teacher Deng asked about is different from what is written in the Medical Record." The smile on Ji Xiang's face did not change in the slightest; he said calmly, "It's like this, we..."

"Let your teacher come." The middle-aged man waved his hand. "Otherwise, if you ask something wrong, we'll have to answer it all over again."

Ji Xiang felt slightly awkward.

If he were not in the hospital, he could turn around and leave, ignoring this person entirely.

But in the hospital, he had changed his identity and his social label; sulking was not an option.

"The hospitals in the Provincial Hospital, from the director down to the doctors, none of them are reliable. Half a year ago, when I had surgery, they bragged to the high heavens—what Arthroscopy, what minimal damage, what a quick recovery after it's done."

The middle-aged man said with disdain, "Trying to fool a ghost!"

"There is a preoperative briefing before surgery; the doctors at the First Affiliated Hospital shouldn't have said it would definitely be cured." Ji Xiang smiled and retorted.

The middle-aged man glanced at Ji Xiang and curled his lip; he couldn't be bothered to argue with a small doctor. If he were to really slam the table and curse, he would have to curse the director. He had no interest in clashing with a small doctor like Ji Xiang.

A knock sounded at the door, and a man in glasses pushed it open and entered.

"Little Cheng, get him out. Sending a small doctor to take a medical history—what if the professor from the Imperial Capital is dissatisfied?" the middle-aged man said.

"Small doctor." The man in glasses blinked, instantly grasping the situation. He pulled on Ji Xiang's sleeve. "Let's go, let's talk outside."

Ji Xiang was also quite helpless and left the ward with the man in glasses.

"Are you unhappy because we invited an outside expert and Professor Deng didn't show his face?" After leaving the room, the man in glasses' previous humility vanished like the wind. Although he was shorter than Ji Xiang, he asked in a condescending tone.

"That's not it." Ji Xiang answered truthfully.

"Heh, I guessed as much." The man in glasses laughed with disdain. "No matter what medicine you use or what equipment you use, you all get kickbacks, right? With an outside expert here, that money might be gone, so Professor Deng is particularly unhappy."

Ji Xiang frowned slightly and tilted his head to look at the man in glasses. "Are you a secretary?"

"Yes, so what?"

"You can even bring a secretary to see a doctor for a child? You should be living on a government-issued salary, right?"

"!!!"

The man in glasses was somewhat annoyed; he hadn't expected this young doctor to speak to him with such a tough attitude.

But for a moment, he didn't know how to retort.

There were other patients and Family Members walking back and forth in the corridor; if he really got into an argument with this small doctor and someone recorded a video and posted it online, it would definitely be a trouble, big or small.

If not handled well, this trouble wouldn't be small, and it might even affect his future.

The expression of the man in glasses turned cold.

"Since the family refuses, I will go back and tell Professor Deng." Ji Xiang did not entangle himself with him and left with a smile.

Returning to the office, Ji Xiang told Deng Chaohong about what had happened in the ward.

"You'll get used to it." Deng Chaohong didn't care and just smiled. "I'll write this Medical Record myself; just fudge it a bit. It's an outside expert anyway."

"Teacher Deng, I've seen Family Members praise doctors profusely to their faces, only to turn around and speak ill of them to other patients. But this..."

"They are used to being powerful in their local area," Deng Chaohong said. "Many people don't realize they are just a sesame seed or a mung bean until they go to the Imperial Capital. As the old saying goes, sitting in a well and looking at the sky."

"I think I understand." Ji Xiang said.

"Oh? Understand what? Tell me." Deng Chaohong smiled.

He didn't believe that Ji Xiang could understand the ins and outs of this in just a few words.

Originally, Deng Chaohong imagined that Ji Xiang would say a lot of specious things; now that the internet is so developed and chicken soup articles are everywhere, anyone can say a few words.

But Ji Xiang didn't speak; he just smiled. "Teacher Deng, you ask about the medical history; I'll handle the rest."

"I'm not going to ask about the medical history either," Deng Chaohong said. "We rarely invite outside experts at the Second Affiliated Hospital, but it's not unheard of. Zhao Zhe, how do you handle it over in Yuanliao?"

"Teacher Deng, there are a few types of outside experts we invite." Hearing Deng Chaohong ask him, Zhao Zhe immediately said, "The first type is when the department has a long-term connection with experts from the Provincial Hospital, the Imperial Capital, or Shanghai. We cooperate tacitly and do what needs to be done. The experts have normal procedures for looking at scans, and it's no different from patients admitted by the department itself."

"Then there is the type where the Family Member invites the expert professor themselves. In such cases, it's best to call that expert professor and ask what special examinations they need."

"Some expert professors come for a Flying Knife and start picking faults the moment they walk in the door—this isn't good, that isn't good. I've encountered similar expert professors who even thought our Hemostatic Forceps weren't good enough. At the time, my thought was..."

Deng Chaohong also understood Zhao Zhe; this old Attending Physician talked a lot. Hearing him finish and then change the subject to start rambling about other things, he interrupted Zhao Zhe.

"That's about it. My senior fellow apprentice will definitely be picky; he is that kind of person himself," Deng Chaohong said. "So, at most, we'll just write the Medical Record for this job. As for the rest, we'll just do whatever the 'superior doctor' tells us to do."

Ji Xiang felt a little regretful.

He had learned the dragon-slaying technique from the System NPC, but for the moment, there was no dragon to slay; Ji Xiang couldn't help but feel his skills itching to be used.

"It's fine, these are all small problems," Deng Chaohong said. "Don't worry about it; I'll handle this patient myself."

Lu Kai felt particularly awkward; he scratched his head, wanting to say something but unable to get anything out.

The patient was "introduced" by him—the first order for a medical escort—but Lu Kai never expected there would be so many twists and turns in the middle. He felt his future was pitch black.

(End of this chapter)