Chapter 487: The Little Boy Who Shouted That the Emperor Has No Clothes

Indeed, in the perception of ordinary people, regardless of what kind of cancer it is, as long as the word "late-stage" is added to the end, then the next thing to do is to eat whatever one wants to eat and drink whatever one wants to drink.

Plus, everyone still remembers the case from the previous episode where the patient walked as usual and had no particular discomfort, yet had already been sentenced to "death."

Connecting these things together, many viewers couldn't help but reach out to touch their own upper right abdomen, pressing down hard.

Many people even felt a vague discomfort in their upper right abdomen, as if something had grown there.

Go get an Ultrasound tomorrow.

The first explosive point of the program ignited the Ultrasound Room; this was something Fan Dao had not expected.

"This program is not bad," Liu Zhuren said with a smile.

He and Bai Chuzhang had arranged to meet at Peiyang Barbecue to watch this reality show that Ji Xiang was participating in together.

Ever since Bai Chuzhang went to the government office, although their contact on the surface had become less frequent, the bond between the two had not faded.

To use current parlance, the two could be considered childhood friends.

Recently, because of this reality show and Ji Xiang's "performance," things were starting to sprout new life like an old tree, and Liu Zhuren felt as if he had returned to the era twenty years ago when they played online games together.

"The director and producers are very dedicated, and the key is that the choice of surgeries for the surgery day is excellent," Bai Chuzhang gave his evaluation. "A few days ago, my curiosity was piqued too. A variety show filming a surgery day—can those bloody internal organs be shown to the audience? If a few patients were scared into a Myocardial Infarction, wouldn't they be trending on the hot search tomorrow?"

"Bad publicity is still publicity," Liu Zhuren said with a smile. "How many people act crazy and stupid just for a bit of traffic and to make money? As long as it can pass censorship, there is nothing they dare not film."

"Making money, it's not shameful."

"Have you seen it?" Liu Zhuren asked a question that seemed to come out of nowhere.

"No," Bai Chuzhang shook his head; he knew what Liu Zhuren meant by that question.

"A few years ago, I followed a streamer called Ni Shengge. He was truly fierce; no matter what it was, he could eat it, and no matter what it was, he dared to eat it."

"Oh? What all has he eaten?"

"Snakes, toads, and even eating fresh excrement in the restroom," Liu Zhuren smiled slightly. "After eating, he would smack his lips, as if he were enjoying it."

Bai Chuzhang frowned slightly; he was not used to this kind of thing. Although he was not a germaphobe, as long as the image of the fresh eating that Liu Zhi mentioned flashed through his mind, even the battle-hardened Bai Chuzhang felt a bit nauseated.

"Dazhi, what kind of psychology do you have," Bai Chuzhang scolded.

"The same psychology as the audience watching the variety show: curiosity. Of course, there is also that wicked feeling of wanting to see if you can actually eat it," Liu Zhuren chuckled. "Knowing that this Ni Shengge eats anything to make money, then I'll tip you to eat it, and I'll watch for the novelty."

"Boring," Bai Chuzhang shook his head. Watching Han Chu, the General Manager, on the screen as he began to explain the past Medical Record, he smiled slightly. "This Li Zhuren from the Affiliated Hospital looks like he doesn't get along with Qin Chu; the overall performance is very subtle."

"I asked Zhao Zhuren, and he said that within the industry, the Interventional Department doesn't really approve of Qin Chu, Qin. But as for how to conduct oneself, as long as there isn't that child shouting that the Emperor has no clothes, everyone will give Qin a little face."

"But the Emperor's new clothes were shouted out by Ji Xiang. Originally, it was only a few people. Now, everyone has seen it."

"Xiao Ji is the truly fierce one; Qin Chu is like a pile of decades-old shit..."

Bai Chuzhang glared fiercely at Liu Zhi.

Liu Zhi laughed, "That's about the logic of it. Only a young person like Ji Xiang still has a sense of right and wrong, without so many interests involved. I remember before Xiao Ji went to Shanghai, I gave him repeated instructions, laying out the facts and reasoning—don't think you're amazing just because you can perform surgery; you need the resources that Qin has on his side."

"Heh, that's your interest-oriented mindset."

"As an adult, one is definitely interest-oriented. Who would charge in headfirst like Ji Xiang?" Liu Zhuren said.

Bai Chuzhang smiled and said nothing.

That little boy who shouted that the Emperor had no clothes might not just be a little boy.

"I have seen similar patients; these late-stage Cancer patients need to be taken one step at a time. The one I saw had 40ml of Lipiodol floated directly into a large Liver Cancer, causing the cancerous tissue to undergo large-scale necrosis, eventually leading to the rupture of the membrane and massive hemorrhage."

Bai Chuzhang had seen too many things like this and had long since ceased to be surprised.

He watched with an appreciative gaze as Han Chu, the General Manager, combed through the imaging data of ten late-stage Liver Cancer patients who had been treated for 5-8 years in front of the camera lens, his gaze deep, wondering what he was thinking.

……

……

Ling Tian was hiding in his office.

The lights were off, and the ghostly glow of the screen shone on his face, casting a faint green hue.

Han Chu, the General Manager, was combing through the Medical Record and films of ten patients in front of the camera. He showed not a trace of nervousness in the face of the camera, his logic was rigorous, and his words were gentle.

This junior Doctor had high quality; Ling Tian could tell.

But what Ling Tian found most unacceptable was that the Interventional Department of the Hangzhou Medical College Affiliated Hospital had directly lifted the veil of mystery from Interventional Surgery.

The right of interpretation—this term was extremely important.

Patients and their Family Members did not understand Interventional Surgery; this was one of the foundations for why the Interventional Surgery at Shanghai Hepatobiliary Hospital was performed so crudely.

Now, Han Chu, the General Manager, was explaining the treatment of late-stage Liver Cancer in detail in front of the national audience.

This made Ling Tian sit on pins and needles.

What Han Chu said was not wrong; all the words seemed simple and easy to understand to Ling Tian, and they were not profound at all.

Yet it was these superficial words that made Ling Tian feel uncomfortable all over.

In the future, when patients understood everything, would his own surgeries still... not to mention the future, would the things he had said to patients and their Family Members in the past immediately be turned back on him?

If strictly investigated, these were all liability accidents. Although calling them accidents was an exaggeration, Ling Tian felt guilty in his heart.

Damn it!

Ling Tian listened to Han Chu explaining Interventional Surgery, cursing inwardly.

A workplace reality show, the Interns were stationed in the Neurosurgery and Hepatobiliary Surgery departments; how could it be connected to the Interventional Department?!

Ling Tian was a bit dazed; even now, he hadn't figured out the logic behind it.

However, whether it was logical or not was no longer important. Ling Tian vaguely saw that the building his boss had built for decades was already tottering, and the day of its collapse was not far off.

Why!

Why was all this happening!!

Ling Tian looked at the screen blankly, and gradually, his eyes turned green, like a vicious wolf that had been walking in the ice and snow for days and nights without eating.

Originally, after the last episode of the program, Ling Tian had already developed thoughts of retreating, but he never expected the other side to be so ruthless, not giving him a chance to retreat at all.

Whether intentional or unintentional, the other side had already lifted his underwear and shown it to everyone.

Ling Tian felt countless pairs of eyes watching him from behind.

Every time he spoke those words while explaining a patient's condition to a Family Member like this, they would strike him, leaving him battered and bruised.

(End of chapter)