Chapter 443: He Is Sick

The reality show did not pause due to the audience's complex emotions of surprise and bewilderment; it continued to air.

However, the content that followed caused a divide among the viewers.

Through various "coincidences," Ji Xiang diagnosed a patient with Gallbladder Torsion. Although there was no footage of the surgery, the camera still provided a shot of the twisted, necrotic, and partially gangrenous gallbladder post-operation.

Ordinary people found this astonishing, especially Feng Yuqing, whose eyes were fixed intently on the screen, her gaze landing on the gangrenous gallbladder.

This was something one would never normally see.

Tang Yan, however, felt that Ji Xiang was just lucky to have encountered a patient with Gallbladder Torsion. A gangrenous gallbladder could not capture the attention of an Instrument Nurse; what truly surprised her was his ability to calmly persuade a patient with extremely poor medical compliance.

Different groups found what they were interested in within the program, achieving harmony in silence.

The program ended, but Feng Yuqing was still staring at the screen, as if the commercials currently playing were also part of the program and were equally good to watch.

"Sister Yuqing, it's actually quite good," Tang Yan said, stretching.

"Mm." Feng Yuqing looked at Tang Yan curiously. "Yan'er, your hospital is quite interesting."

"I thought it was interesting when I first started in the operating room, but now I get annoyed just looking at it. I just want to hole up in the Duty Room and sleep all night."

"Ji Xiang is very impressive. The patient didn't have any issues, yet he still went down to take a look and ended up giving a diagnosis."

"That's his Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder; many doctors have it. Simply put, he's sick," Tang Yan laughed. "Sister Yuqing, a close friend of mine, a classmate from school—I went to the operating room after graduation, and she went to the ward. After just over a year, she resigned."

"Why?"

"Just because of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder," Tang Yan said. "After finishing a night shift, I'd get home and finish washing up, and it would already be past three. Just as I'd fall asleep, half the time I'd suddenly wake up in a panic: What was the rate set on the micro-infusion pump? Was the added medication wrong? Was there some doctor's order I didn't execute? These kinds of thoughts were endless."

"Hahaha." Feng Yuqing laughed out loud.

"Whether the medication added to the micro-infusion pump was correct—questions like that would turn into soul-searching torture."

"Are all doctors and nurses obsessive-compulsive?" Feng Yuqing asked.

"My friend was unlucky; she witnessed a medication error right when she started working. It was supposed to be an antihypertensive, but things were busy during the resuscitation, and she gave a vasopressor. She was in the Neurosurgery Department; the patient with high blood pressure had the wrong symptoms, and the doctor didn't say a word, just told the nurse to change the medication immediately."

"They didn't even discuss whether the previous medication was right or wrong; after changing the medicine, the patient's blood pressure dropped immediately. The nurse on duty knew what was going on."

"So practiced—they must have made plenty of mistakes," Feng Yuqing asked.

"There are too many patients and too many resuscitations; mistakes are bound to happen. Everyone reminds each other and stays careful. Besides, those working on the front lines are human, not machines, so it's inevitable to make mistakes." Tang Yan smiled. "So, Sister Yuqing, Ji Xiang going to the Emergency Department to take a look later is a classic display of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. In my opinion, Ji Xiang isn't just sick; he's quite ill."

"What about you?" Feng Yuqing asked.

"I'm alright, but once I lost a needle, and we didn't dare leave the table for two hours. The surgeon searched the entire surgical area and couldn't find it either. Later, we used a magnet to fish it out from the crack in the operating table under the surgeon's feet."

"What if you hadn't found it?" Feng Yuqing asked.

"It's impossible not to find it," Tang Yan said firmly.

Feng Yuqing looked at Tang Yan; she didn't understand why Tang Yan would say that.

"You'd have to find the Head Nurse, the Director, the Medical Affairs Department—you'd have to dig three feet deep to find it. Otherwise, no one could sleep soundly. Who knows when, years later, the patient might show up at your door, and—bang—the bomb goes off."

"No wonder." Feng Yuqing was lost in thought.

Qin Chu, like Feng Yuqing, watched the commercials silently, without saying a word.

Ling Tian knew his boss had been provoked.

That kid was growing rapidly without anyone noticing. Never mind the future; even now, he was already maturing at a shocking speed.

After the academic conference, both Qin Chu and Ling Tian believed that if they just put in a little effort, Ji Xiang would be nothing but an ant, easily crushed to pieces.

But looking at it now...

Ling Tian knew what his boss was thinking.

In fact, he was thinking the same thing.

"Boss, let's not lower ourselves to the level of a small Standardized Training Student," Ling Tian tried to squeeze out a smile. "He has no heart for medicine, participating in some bullshit variety show. He'll probably just end up like that."

Qin Chu was brought back by Ling Tian's words and looked up at him. "Is that really what you think?"

Ling Tian's mouth tasted bitter, but he nodded anyway.

His neck muscles were stiff, and when he nodded, his cervical spine made a creaking sound that was clearly audible.

"I'm not convinced," Qin Chu said.

His tone was very flat, devoid of any emotion, unlike his usual self.

Ling Tian was startled.

He knew his boss's temper better than anyone; his boss had already entered a dead end and couldn't get out.

"I kindly recruited him to be my student, but what did he do?" Qin Chu said lightly. "Let it be. There's no such thing as a life without setbacks. Let him be proud for now; we'll see when the wind turns against him."

"Smooth sailing is good, very good indeed."

"Boss, you..."

Qin Chu raised his head and smiled slightly. A lively light returned to his eyes; they no longer looked like those of a dead fish.

"Ling Tian, you've always had smooth sailing, so when you encounter something like this, you feel disappointed, even doubting yourself."

Ling Tian reflected; it really was like that.

"The difficulties I faced when I was young are incomparable to this; you young people can't imagine them," Qin Chu said in a calm tone. "This is nothing."

"Boss." Ling Tian instantly understood his boss's meaning.

"It's fine." Qin Chu grinned and smiled. "This program is quite interesting. Remember to call me for the next episode."

"Okay."

"This young man, Ji Xiang, has good fortune, high talent, and is very impressive," Qin Chu said.

Ling Tian lowered his head.

His boss refused to admit defeat—that was certain—to the point that Ling Tian didn't dare say much more, fearing he might trigger his boss's heart condition.

"There's an old saying: 'To use its sharpness, one must first blunt its edge.' Ling Tian, do you know what that means?"

Qin Chu did not wait for Ling Tian to speak, instead answering his own question.

"To destroy him, first make him mad." Qin Chu stood up, took one last deep look at the tablet, and turned to leave.

Ling Tian sighed deeply in his heart.

He understood his boss's meaning, but recalling every scene of his interactions with Ji Xiang, Ling Tian always felt that this young man would not be as the boss thought.

That young man with what seemed like Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder did things completely unlike his age; he was cautious to death, even more cautious than the most conservative Attending Physician in Clinical.

(End of chapter)