Chapter 422: The Impossible Task

Whether in the production team's or the guests' expectations, it should have been the doctors at Hang Yi Da Yi Fu Yuan sternly yet gently teaching these clinical novices.

However, the footage transmitted was the exact opposite; the sharp and capable Zhai Yuhan seemed to have transformed into a contestant on a reality show, subconsciously answering Ji Xiang's questions.

"Teacher Shen, this scene is a bit strange. What is your take on Ji Xiang's question?" the bald host broke the silence.

He was an experienced host, claiming there was no awkward situation he couldn't handle. At this moment, the host tossed the question to the only doctor in the Review Room—Professor Shen.

"I..." Professor Shen stared blankly at the screen, speechless.

He was not a doctor in Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery, so he couldn't explain overly profound content. As for the post-cholecystectomy Mirizzi syndrome, he had just searched it online and felt it was possible, but when thinking about it carefully, he felt something was off.

Professor Shen had an agile mind; encountering such a difficult problem, he hesitated for a few seconds and said, "I think Ji Xiang's judgment is still problematic."

"The ultrasound report has ultrasound images, but they aren't dynamic; they are screenshots of iconic frames selected by the doctor in the Ultrasound Room. Let's not even discuss whether it's possible to reverse-engineer the entire biliary tree based on an ultrasound; even if it were possible, one would still need to perform a Magnetic Resonance Cholangiopancreatography."

Professor Shen spoke very professionally; involving such profound content, he couldn't explain it clearly in layman's terms for the moment.

The people in the Review Room were left confused.

"Then, Teacher Shen, what do you think will be done next?"

Professor Shen shook his head slightly.

If this were reality, a Standardized Training Doctor's opinion would be like a fart, dissipating into the air; unless it were too smelly, no one would care.

But he couldn't say that, and now it was a reality show; heaven knows how Doctor Zhai Yuhan would handle it.

If he were in Zhai Yuhan's position, Professor Shen wouldn't know how to deal with this arrogant little Intern either.

After explaining the post-cholecystectomy Mirizzi syndrome, Zhai Yuhan paused, then grew angry from embarrassment.

Ji Xiang, a junior doctor, actually dared to speak to her like that!

The most critical thing was that she had actually... been bewitched into answering his question about post-cholecystectomy Mirizzi syndrome.

She had originally wanted to give this arrogant little guy Ji Xiang a lesson, but who knew the stick would end up hitting herself.

Zhai Yuhan did not lose her composure; she quickly calmed down and smiled slightly, "Doctor Xiao Ji, according to your logic, what should we do next?"

"Perform an emergency MRI," Ji Xiang said very firmly. "If there's a problem, contact the ERCP shi of the Digestive Medicine Department tomorrow."

"Alright, I'll leave this task to you," Zhai Yuhan said very gently. "As a clinical doctor, one must have strong communication skills with the Patient and the Family Member. Ji Xiang, you are the attending doctor now; you are responsible for explaining the situation to the Patient and the Family Member and persuading them."

"Okay!"

Ji Xiang did not hesitate; he stood up, straightened his White Uniform, rubbed his face, and after a brief moment of expression management, strode out.

There was a deep trap in Zhai Yuhan's words—the Patient and the Family Member were extremely stubborn.

If they weren't stubborn, they would have already completed the relevant examinations when they came to the hospital for inpatient treatment after the first post-operative abdominal pain accompanied by jaundice.

However, because the Patient's condition eased after symptomatic treatment with Antibiotic, and scheduling an MRI takes time, by the time they were almost up, the Patient's stomach didn't hurt, and there were no complaints of discomfort.

He strongly refused to undergo other examinations; Zhai Yuhan's efforts were useless, and even asking Yang Zhuren to intervene didn't work, so in the end, they could only let him go home.

She was the Patient's attending doctor and was very familiar with the Patient; if she and her boss couldn't get it done, could Ji Xiang?

What a joke! Zhai Yuhan thought to herself.

Let Ji Xiang go do an impossible task to deflate his ego.

"Camera Group One, follow Ji Xiang!"

Fan Dao's voice came through, and the first camera team hurried to follow.

Zhai Yuhan smiled slightly; it was impossible for Ji Xiang to solve the problem.

This young doctor had his strengths—his theory was extremely solid, so solid that he didn't seem like a little doctor who had just entered clinical practice.

And he could connect theory with practice, proposing a diagnosis of post-cholecystectomy Mirizzi syndrome.

But the problems were also obvious.

The first was his arrogance; using ultrasound images to reverse-engineer a biliary tree that could only be seen via Magnetic Resonance Imaging—Zhai Yuhan had never heard of such a thing.

The second was that Ji Xiang didn't understand clinical practice at all.

Communicating with Patients and Family Members was an extremely difficult task; everyone had their own different temperaments and dispositions.

With others, Zhai Yuhan could be sure they would listen to the doctor's advice and complete the relevant examinations. But the Patient in 12-3 simply didn't care; as long as the condition eased slightly, he would clamor to be discharged.

This had nothing to do with status, position, or wealth.

She remembered a few years ago, there was a boss of a listed company who went to the Emergency Department because of chest tightness, shortness of breath, and chest pain; he was diagnosed with Myocardial Infarction, and they advised him to be hospitalized.

But that boss refused to be hospitalized and even posted a bunch of complaints on his social media. The tragedy happened soon after; he died of a Myocardial Infarction.

The Patient in 12-3 was also incredibly stubborn, and this time he had already been hospitalized for 2 days; his abdominal pain had eased, and his liver function had recovered. Persuade him to get a Magnetic Resonance Imaging?

Nonsense!

Zhai Yuhan thought about it again, confirming in her heart that Ji Xiang could never handle the Patient in bed 12-3.

Looking at Zhao Mengmeng, who looked blank and whose eyes revealed helplessness and numbness, Zhai Yuhan smiled, "Mengmeng, it's like this when you first enter clinical practice. You've always been doing basic research before, so it's normal not to understand."

"Mm." Zhao Mengmeng squeezed out a tiny sound from her nose and lowered her head; it looked like she was about to cry.

"Go back and read the clinical internship manual carefully, and follow the requirements on it," Zhai Yuhan said.

"I know, Teacher Zhai."

Zhai Yuhan said a few words, barely managing to deal with the second camera team remaining in the office. She then fell silent, feeling very curious and looking forward to Ji Xiang returning with his tail between his legs to complain to her.

If that happened, what should she say? Zhai Yuhan fell into deep thought. She couldn't be harsh; after all, there were cameras, and she would appear on the internet, so she had to remain elegant.

While remaining elegant and composed, she also had to teach this little guy Ji Xiang a lesson, letting him recognize reality and know that clinical work wasn't just as simple as reciting books.

Suddenly, Zhai Yuhan had an idea.

She chatted with Zhao Mengmeng, teaching her how to write a Medical Record to pass the time.

After more than ten minutes, footsteps came from outside, and Ji Xiang strode in.

"Doctor Xiao Ji, how did it go?" Zhai Yuhan asked with a smile.

(End of chapter)