Chapter 356: The Flying Knife Expert

The next day, Ji Xiang arrived at the hospital to prepare for work. A while later, Deng Chaohong came in to start his shift, walking into the office in casual clothes.

"Xiao Ji, we've admitted a patient, a retired member of the Provincial Weightlifting Team. Go collect the medical history and write up the medical record."

"Got it," Ji Xiang replied.

A short, sturdy man walked in with an expressionless face. He glanced at Ji Xiang, but unlike ordinary patients, he did not smile at Ji Xiang to show respect for the attending doctor.

But Ji Xiang understood this emotion all too well; the patient was likely being tortured by pain and suffering, and with their professional career on the verge of being scrapped, it would be strange if they could smile.

Ji Xiang had experienced a similar ordeal. It was only after all hope was completely gone that Ji Xiang's coach finally revealed a smile, comforting Ji Xiang and finding him a job as a teaching assistant to make ends meet.

"Hello, please go handle the admission procedures. I'll come to take your medical history after I return from the shift handover."

Ji Xiang busied himself helping the patient with the admission procedures. After the handover, he used his spare time to rush through the medical orders from the morning rounds before following Deng Chaohong to surgery.

After finishing the surgery at noon, Ji Xiang went to the patient's bedside to inquire about the medical history.

The patient's expression was flat, like a stone; Ji Xiang had to ask two or three questions just to get one word in response.

If it were someone else, they would be very impatient, but Ji Xiang had "experienced" all of this and knew what the patient had been through over the past year.

He didn't offer comfort, just asked questions bit by bit, recorded the answers, and pondered how to perform the surgery.

The H-Z Surgical Technique taught by the System NPC was like a large basket; surgeries involving tendons, ligaments, and the like could all be placed inside it, but the specific approach depended on Ji Xiang's choice.

Returning to the office, Zhao Zhe hurried over to comfort Ji Xiang, "Xiao Ji, the patient is in a bad mood, don't take it to heart."

"I didn't take it to heart," Ji Xiang said. "Their professional career is gone, and they're retiring; no one would be in a good mood in their position."

"Patients are just like that when they're in a bad mood; they don't even realize their emotions are extreme. I haven't seen many athletes, but I've seen plenty of Cancer patients.

Our Renal Cancer is a type of 'lazy' cancer; there's no metastasis, and the tumor isn't large, so the possibility of recovery after removal is very high. Everything that needs to be said has been said to the patient, and everything that needs to be done has been done, yet the patient is still terrified.

I know their inner worries are inevitable, but seeing so many patients with pent-up feelings that they just can't let go of is hard. Many patients' conditions visibly worsen day by day, and I know in my heart that most of them are scared to death, not sick to death."

Ji Xiang scratched his head, "Zhao Ge, you don't need to comfort me. I've been in contact with athletes and know how they feel."

"Huh?" Zhao Zhe was taken aback.

"Even if I hadn't been in contact, we watch live broadcasts; it's the same whether it's basketball or football," Ji Xiang said. "If it were a doctor, and their lifelong career suddenly vanished, no one would be happy.

Put it this way: if a surgery is going well, and the next morning the director comes in and suddenly tells us we aren't allowed to operate, how would we feel?"

"I've experienced that," Zhao Zhe said, suddenly laughing heartily. "It's nothing; if they don't let me work, I just won't work. Living off the department's average bonus is fine too."

What is called 'speaking against one's heart' was exactly what Zhao Zhe was doing; his smile was full of bitterness and misery.

Ji Xiang didn't chat much more with Zhao Zhe and prepared to start entering the medical record.

Zhao Zhe rushed to do the work, taking the paper with the medical history Ji Xiang had inquired about and writing the medical record according to the notes on it.

His fundamentals were very solid, and he wrote good medical records.

In Zhao Zhe's own words, it was to avoid the director giving him a hard time, so he made sure every clinical detail was perfect, leaving no room for criticism.

With Zhao Zhe there, Ji Xiang had much less work to do. However, no matter how many people there were, clinical work was never-ending; it was basically impossible to finish the work just by working overtime.

……

……

Zhao Tianjiao returned home to see his father sitting on the sofa, looking very serious.

He knew that once his father sat in that posture, there must be something major.

"Dad, I'm home," Zhao Tianjiao said tentatively.

"Sit."

Zhao Tianjiao sat opposite Zhao Jixiang, his hands on his legs, sitting properly.

"Did you know that a patient's family in the Orthopedics Department is hiring an Expert from the Imperial Capital to perform a surgery?" Zhao Jixiang asked straight to the point.

"I heard General Manager Xu mention it; the surgery is tomorrow afternoon, and he asked me to go see the level of the Expert from the Imperial Capital," Zhao Tianjiao replied.

"Expert Xue has very high attainments in Sports Medicine. After the surgery is done, I'll arrange for Deng Chaohong and Expert Xue to have a meal together."

Zhao Tianjiao's eyes lit up.

"Originally, the teacher arranged for your advanced studies in the Imperial Capital wasn't Expert Xue, but since he happens to be coming here, meeting him is a good thing."

"Mm!" Zhao Tianjiao nodded vigorously.

"Sports Medicine—the work isn't heavy, the income is high, and the social status is even higher. If you're interested, you can make it the direction of your future work."

"I know, Dad," Zhao Tianjiao said. "Professor Deng's direction is joints and Sports Medicine. However, we have relatively few relevant patients here, unlike the Imperial Capital; just doing Arthroscopy and Joint replacement is already great."

"Getting to know more Experts in related fields is never a bad thing. Meet him, get familiar with him, and if there's a chance in the future, keep in touch; it will never leave you at a disadvantage."

As he spoke, Zhao Jixiang's phone chimed, and he tapped the screen to glance at it.

Zhao Tianjiao knew his father's habits; theoretically, after knowing the urgency of a matter, he should tell him about it.

If it were a small matter, he would chat with him first; if it were a major matter, he would end the conversation.

But today, his father kept staring at the phone, the light from the screen flickering on his face, as if reflecting his mood.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

After Zhao Jixiang put down the phone, Zhao Tianjiao asked in a low voice.

"I asked about Expert Xue," Zhao Jixiang took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "They say this Expert Xue has a few minor issues; he's quite overbearing."

"Being overbearing is normal. I've heard that many doctors with high levels of surgical skill are used to having the final say and are very overbearing," Zhao Tianjiao said dismissively.

Zhao Jixiang shook his head.

He knew Zhao Tianjiao was still young and couldn't understand the implications of his words.

But it didn't matter; Expert Xue didn't exist on the path he had paved for Zhao Tianjiao. This time, he just happened to come to the Second Affiliated Hospital for a Flying Knife surgery; meeting him and having a couple of drinks shouldn't cause him any embarrassment.

Even if his temper was overbearing and his words were full of hostility, it didn't matter.

For his son, he could endure anything; it wasn't as if he had to spend a long time with Expert Xue.

After calculating everything in an instant, Zhao Jixiang felt calm in his heart.

"By the way, Tianjiao, how is Ji Xiang doing lately?"

"Dad, he has been following Professor Deng for surgeries lately, and he's even in the same group as Director Liu of the Urology Department performing Renal Cancer Partial Nephrectomy. Doing this is against the rules!" Zhao Tianjiao complained.

"That is his own ability, earned with his own two hands," Zhao Jixiang said in a deep voice, "If you're envious, go work hard yourself."

(End of this chapter)