Chapter 464: Social Death!

Ji Xiang and Yang Zhuren left the Doctor's Office, a camera crew following behind them, and went to the Director's Office.

Yang Zhuren slammed the door, blocking the Camera Crew outside.

"Doctor Ji Xiang, this is a hospital, how can you speak so carelessly! Causing a patient such intense psychological burden can scare them to death!"

Yang Zhuren's stern reprimand came through the microphone attached to the door.

Zhao Tianjiao couldn't help but laugh, "Dad, look, Ji Xiang is getting scolded."

Zhao Jixiang found it strange; based on his understanding of Ji Xiang, Ji Xiang had always been mild-tempered and shouldn't have done such a thing.

It was obvious that Yang Zhuren had been dissatisfied with the highly oppressive posture and tone Ji Xiang had used in the Doctor's Office earlier, but because the Camera Crew was present, he couldn't lose his temper in front of the cameras, which was why he had dragged Ji Xiang to the Director's Office.

Strange, if Ji Xiang knew he would be scolded, why would he still do it?

Zhao Jixiang looked at the screen in confusion; he didn't think Ji Xiang was stupid, nor that Ji Xiang had become arrogant—there had to be a reason for this.

But as for why, Zhao Jixiang didn't know either.

This whole thing reeked of something odd.

……

Qin Chu didn't follow along to watch, while Ling Tian hid in his office, secretly watching the new episode of the variety show.

Upon hearing the patient's condition, Ling Tian's expression turned extremely ugly, and the moment Ji Xiang struck that highly oppressive pose, it immediately triggered memories he didn't want to recall.

Damn it!

Ling Tian cursed viciously in his heart.

He was cursing Ji Xiang, yet he wasn't, because Ling Tian vaguely guessed the plot that would follow.

That a variety show could actually drag him and his own boss into this was something Ling Tian hadn't expected.

This is social death, social death!

A tide of shame and anger surged in the depths of his heart, like raging waves, never ceasing.

Ling Tian stared fixedly at the phone screen, the hand holding the phone already making creaking sounds.

"What are you doing?" Yang Zhuren's voice penetrated the door of the Director's Office and fell into Ling Tian's ears.

"I don't know that I can perform Interventional Surgery? But this is late-stage cancer, it's late-stage cancer! What use is Interventional Surgery. Besides, doesn't Shanghai have an Interventional Department? The Interventional Department must have seen it first."

Sure enough, his guesses were all correct!

Ling Tian really wanted to cut off the signal of the variety show; he knew very well what Ji Xiang would say next.

"Yang Zhuren, it is precisely because Shanghai has an Interventional Department that I also saw..."

"The patient was seen at Shanghai Hepatobiliary Hospital, which is the top-tier place for hepatobiliary surgery in the country."

The dialogue continued to come through.

The creaking sound, like a mouse gnawing on a phone, grew louder.

But "luckily," the subsequent conversation was blurred out by the director, leaving a blank space, which served as a way out for Ling Tian and Qin Chu.

Social death x2.

"Doctor Ji Xiang, that's too much! You should know what an Intern is supposed to do!"

The blurred dialogue successfully stirred up the audience's curiosity, and then Yang Zhuren's roar came through.

Ling Tian had already simulated the blurred-out conversation in his mind; his hands were cold, and his heart was filled with a complex mix of emotions.

As for the patient just now, could the surgery be done?

It could be done.

At the very least, Ling Tian himself could do it, and could even guarantee a success rate of over 50% to extend the patient's life by 1-3 years.

But Ling Tian didn't want to think about the fact that although he knew how to do it and could do it, he basically never did.

After all, the hospital he was at was the largest hepatobiliary surgery hospital in the country, providing more than enough angiography surgeries. If one could earn money lying down, why expend all one's strength and suffer more radiation to earn money standing up?

But could these words be brought out into the open?

Everyone knew; it was better to just gloss over it, how nice it would be to have a tacit understanding, clear as a mirror in one's heart.

But at this very moment, this conversation appeared on an online program, a variety show, with millions of viewers and tens of millions of clicks.

Social death!

Social death!!

Social death!!!

Ling Tian's brain went "buzz."

Even though Fan Dao had blurred it out to prevent the conflict from becoming sharper, he still thought of the countless possibilities that would follow.

……

Bai Chuzhang's expression was grave, and Liu Zhuren stopped drinking as well; the two of them stared blankly at the screen.

This show was likely going to be a huge hit, and this fire might burn into the medical world.

Burn it clean,

Burn it into a vast expanse of white.

Although the director was tactful enough to block some sensitive topics and didn't directly start a war, everyone in the circle knew what Ji Xiang and Yang Zhuren were talking about.

"Lao Bai, Ji Xiang will have to face even greater pressure in the future," Liu Zhuren said cautiously.

"Not afraid," Bai Chuzhang said in a deep voice after waiting for nearly ten seconds.

He only said two words, which landed on Liu Zhuren like a stone.

The two stopped communicating and silently watched the television.

……

"Dad, how come Ji Xiang is arguing with Yang Zhuren?" Zhao Tianjiao didn't understand and asked directly, "This is too ignorant of the rules."

"Rules..." Zhao Jixiang mused, "Tianjiao, you know that Ji Xiang went to Shanghai a few months ago, right?"

"I know, he came back with his tail between his legs later," Zhao Tianjiao said.

"No," Zhao Jixiang said, trying to keep his tone as level as possible, because a storm was raging in his own heart as well.

"Dad, what is that expression? Are you saying it's right for Ji Xiang to talk back to the department director?" Zhao Tianjiao asked.

"When Ji Xiang went to Shanghai Hepatobiliary Hospital that time, I heard people say he pointed at the expert's nose and cursed him until he was drenched in dog's blood."

"!!!" Zhao Tianjiao really didn't know about this secret, and he looked at his old man in astonishment.

"I suspect that the blurred-out part of the conversation was Ji Xiang talking to Qin, the boss of the Interventional Department at Shanghai Hepatobiliary Hospital," Zhao Jixiang said.

He used the word "talking," because Zhao Jixiang felt that any other word would be inappropriate.

"How could he dare!" Zhao Tianjiao was inexplicably stunned.

"Ji Xiang dares," Zhao Jixiang said calmly.

……

……

"Hahaha, look at what I told you!" Feng Yuqing had already sat up straight, looking at the screen, smiling like a flower, "Ji Xiang's damn temper!"

While Feng Yuqing laughed heartily, Tang Yan shivered.

Although it was a variety show and one couldn't rule out the possibility that the director's team had arranged it on purpose, Tang Yan was still scared to death.

To talk to a superior Doctor like that, without giving an inch—Tang Yan's mind was filled with the image of Ji Xiang clenching his fists, leaning on the table, his body leaning forward, talking to Yang Zhuren in an extremely oppressive manner.

Ji Xiang was truly bold; that was Tang Yan's only thought.

Perhaps an "outsider" like Feng Yuqing wouldn't notice and would just think Ji Xiang had a bad temper, but Tang Yan knew how much courage it took for Ji Xiang to stand in front of the director and say so much.

"Yang Zhuren, you are a Doctor, you are an elder, I respect you, but please recall what a Doctor should do!"

Ji Xiang's voice rang out.

Tang Yan was startled.

(End of this chapter)