Chapter 447: Firm Toughness

Yang Zhuren was not in a hurry; he sat leisurely, waiting for Ji Xiang to read the films.

The time taken to read films varies, depending on each person's level. But regardless of the level, Ji Xiang displayed the correct train of thought from the very beginning.

If not for the previous events, Yang Zhuren would certainly have viewed this "Intern" with an appreciative gaze.

But now, Yang Zhuren was filled with anticipation for how Ji Xiang would conduct the consultation after reading the films.

The Patient's condition was very severe and untreatable; Yang Zhuren wanted to see what attitude Ji Xiang would take toward a terminal patient.

If he were too soft-hearted, he would inevitably have to lecture him a bit.

"After it was discovered, I went to Shanghai to see it, had surgery, and went back to Shanghai for a consultation two years later." Ji Xiang frowned, "They said it couldn't be done?"

"Yes." The Patient's eyes were full of pleading, "Yang Zhuren, please see if there is any other way?"

Yang Zhuren also felt helpless about this patient; after seeing the best doctors in the country in Shanghai and being told there was no hope, the patient had come back to him.

Similar patients are not uncommon; to use a common saying, it is like trying to cure a dead horse as if it were alive.

The Patient was already desperate, but the desire to survive supported him in coming to the hospital to pester them.

"Looking at the films, it can be done." Ji Xiang suddenly said.

"!!!"

"!!!"

"!!!"

Yang Zhuren, Zhai Yuhan, Fan Dao, and the Camera Crew were all stunned the moment they heard Ji Xiang's words.

It can be done?!

What kind of joke is this!

Although Fan Dao and the other Camera Crew members did not know the details of the Patient's medical history, they had heard the conversation just now very clearly: high-level hospitals in Shanghai were unwilling to take the case and had implicitly told the Patient to go home and wait for death, not to bother with further treatment.

And with that, Ji Xiang actually said it could be done?!

Everyone fell silent; only the "buzzing" sound of the camera working could be heard faintly.

"Doctor Ji Xiang, be cautious with your words." Yang Zhuren suppressed his inner surprise and said indifferently, "The left lobe of the liver has already been resected, and a 10cm Tumor has grown in the right lobe; only Chemotherapy can be done. Although Liver Cancer is not sensitive to Chemotherapy, it is the only way. Radiation therapy is also possible, but... sigh."

Ji Xiang put down the films and returned to Yang Zhuren's side.

He did not speak, just frowned while looking at the films.

"Yang Zhuren, what do you think..." the Patient asked in a low voice.

A perfectly good consultation had been interrupted by Ji Xiang; Yang Zhuren wanted to hear Ji Xiang's basic skills in consultation, not nonsense.

"Go and try Chemotherapy." Yang Zhuren said to the Patient.

"..." The Patient was clearly somewhat disappointed.

"Zhuren, could I trouble you to come over for a moment." Ji Xiang looked at Yang Zhuren's profile and said in a low voice.

Yang Zhuren frowned, looking into Ji Xiang's eyes, "What is it?"

Ji Xiang did not speak, but a resolute gaze appeared in his eyes.

There are many things that cannot be said between doctors in front of a patient; just like the Patient before them, after the resection of the left lobe of the liver, a tumor of about 10cm in diameter had grown in the right lobe—death was certain.

But even if the term "certain death" could be made clear to the patient through the most obvious hints, it absolutely could not be said directly.

But!

This was all communication between doctors.

Who is Ji Xiang? What is Ji Xiang?

He is just a Standardized Training Student, an Intern who came to Hang Yi Da Yi Fu Yuan with the Camera Crew to record a program!

Yang Zhuren did not want to pay attention to Ji Xiang.

Seeing that Yang Zhuren was ignoring him, Ji Xiang slowly clenched his fists, braced them on the desktop, leaned forward, and looked down at Yang Zhuren earnestly.

Firm and persistent.

A powerful pressure weighed upon Yang Zhuren.

Ji Xiang's posture was very aggressive, like a gorilla challenging an old king.

Yang Zhuren did not expect Ji Xiang to look at him with such eyes; his inner toughness collapsed almost instantly, and he even felt an instinctive urge to counterattack.

"You..."

"Yang Zhuren, could we step aside to talk?" Ji Xiang persisted.

After his astonishment, Yang Zhuren felt not fear or dread, but rather something strange.

His impression of Ji Xiang remained at the level of someone who could communicate well with patients and even achieve things that he himself could not.

Why is this child so stubborn, Yang Zhuren chuckled, the corners of his mouth turning up.

Then,

let him teach him a lesson.

Of course, Yang Zhuren had a good impression of Ji Xiang and did not want to scold Ji Xiang until he couldn't get off the stage in front of the cameras.

Standing up, Yang Zhuren smiled slightly and walked out of the Doctor's Office.

Fan Dao was stunned for a moment; just as he was about to have the Camera Crew follow, Ji Xiang looked back at him and made a gesture of refusal.

Although this posture did not have the same strong sense of oppression as when facing Yang Zhuren just now, Fan Dao shivered.

The door of the Doctor's Office closed, and the camera lens was aimed at the door the two had just left, filming nothing but emptiness.

Immediately, Fan Dao walked over and pressed his ear against the door.

This scene gave the guests in the Review Room quite a fright.

Last night's ratings were excellent; the guests were all optimistic about this program and were preparing to roll up their sleeves and perform well.

But in this situation, what should they say?

The bald host's mind flashed with ideas; seeing Fan Dao's bizarre posture, he began to jump in to save the show.

"Teacher Shen, the directors in the hospital are very easygoing." The host tried hard to squeeze out a smile, "Are there some things that cannot be said in front of the Patient? Is this situation very common in hospitals?"

Professor Shen gave a helpless, bitter smile.

The hospital's director is easygoing? What a joke.

He still remembered when he first started working, their desks were pushed together with a row of flowers in the middle; when he asked a senior Doctor why, the person said it was to prevent the director from throwing Medical Record folders and injuring the young doctor sitting opposite.

This kind of thing happened more than once or twice, so they had to use potted plants to block it.

And on the operating table, the surgeon cursing, throwing things around, and tossing instruments was even more endless.

The director has an easygoing temper?

Anyone who hasn't had too much to drink wouldn't be able to say such things.

However, similar things could not be said explicitly; Professor Shen still harbored deep suspicions about the production team, and he certainly wouldn't tell the truth.

If it were broadcast and someone took it personally, how would he continue to survive in the circle?

"That is the case." Professor Shen smiled, sidestepping the first question and answering the second one directly, "When explaining a condition to a Patient, the more serious the illness, the less it can be told to the Patient themselves; a large portion of Cancer patients are scared to death."

This statement seemed a bit too much, and Professor Shen hesitated for a moment.

"Teacher Shen, feel free to speak; the production team's post-editing is quite good, and we won't put you in a difficult position." Guangtou Zhuchiren saw through Professor Shen's thoughts at a glance and hurriedly comforted him.

"Heh heh." Professor Shen smiled awkwardly, "That is indeed the case, but Ji Xiang's actions just now were a bit immature."

"Yes, one cannot be too arrogant when speaking to a superior doctor." Guangtou Zhuchiren said, "He was in this posture."

Afterward, Guangtou Zhuchiren stood up, walked in front of Professor Shen, and pressed his clenched fists onto the table.

Even though he was just performing, and there was still a smile on the corners of his mouth, Professor Shen suddenly felt a wave of pressure bearing down on him, and his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)