Chapter 498: Communication Between

"I was scared to death at the time." Ji Xiang pushed the wheelchair, speaking in a gentle, joking tone, "We doctors actually make fools of ourselves often too. For example, one of my Attending Teachers once woke up in the morning and had a bowel movement. After he finished, he took a look, and the toilet bowl was all bright red."

The Patient and the Family Member listened to Ji Xiang "tell a story" very seriously.

"My teacher was terrified. He didn't even attend the morning handover. He said he recalled he hadn't eaten any dragon fruit recently, so he ran to the Intestinal Endoscope room first thing in the morning to get a prescription, preparing to have an intestinal endoscope."

"Dragon fruit? Why?" the Family Member asked.

"Dragon fruit is rich in anthocyanins, dietary fiber, and minerals. The juice of red dragon fruit is red itself. After consuming a large amount of dragon fruit, it is a normal phenomenon for stool to turn red."

"Is that so!"

"Yeah, so my teacher recalled it immediately, and finding he hadn't eaten dragon fruit, he became even more scared. He couldn't get an intestinal endoscope done right away, so he could only book it for the next day..."

"Why couldn't he do it?" the Patient asked in a low voice, enduring the pain.

"You need to do bowel preparation before an intestinal endoscope, otherwise it's all stool inside and you can't see anything," Ji Xiang explained very patiently.

"And then?" the Patient and the Family Member asked in unison.

Because it involved blood in the stool, both the Patient and the Family Member were very concerned and asked impatiently.

"My teacher was worried and had other considerations, so he went to the Anorectal Department to take a look, and the diagnosis was Internal Hemorrhoids."

"..."

"..."

The Patient and the Family Member let out a long sigh of relief at the same time.

"But my teacher was still worried, so he had an intestinal endoscope the next day to make sure everything was fine, then took leave to have surgery for the Internal Hemorrhoids."

Ji Xiang said with a smile.

"However, my situation at the time was quite a bit worse."

"How was it worse? Was there a lot of bleeding?"

"No, I had black stool. At first, I didn't pay attention, but later I realized there was a problem, so I took a stool routine sample myself and sent it for testing. You don't know, my heart was pounding at the time, terrified that I had some other disease.

Other diseases, you know what I mean."

The Patient certainly knew what kind of feeling that was. Every word of Ji Xiang's was like a bullet, hitting the bullseye, dealing critical damage with every shot.

"The stool routine was positive, so I went to my teacher, preparing to have an intestinal endoscope. But, my teacher told me to have a gastroscopy instead."

"Uh... Doctor Xiao Ji, I remember you mentioned Gastrointestinal Bleeding." The Family Member was very confused; he frowned and recalled.

Although Ji Xiang had explained it once, he wasn't a professional after all, so it was impossible for him to understand it so thoroughly all at once.

The Family Member thought there was something wrong with his own understanding.

"It's different. I had a gastroscopy. I used to think having a gastroscopy was a miserable experience. You two think about it, such a thick tube inserted into your throat—just thinking about it made me feel uncomfortable all over."

The two nodded one after another.

"But actually, it just looks uncomfortable. It's not that hard to endure when you're really doing it. The teacher who performed the stomach and Duodenum scope had a very gentle technique. But to say it wasn't uncomfortable at all is impossible. After the examination, they found a problem in the Duodenal Bulb."

"You're so young."

"Sigh, who told me to always skip breakfast and stay up late," Ji Xiang sighed deeply, saying with full regret.

"This doesn't seem to have anything to do with staying up late."

"Of course it does, and there's a certain probability of problems with surgery. I was admitted to the hospital, stopped the bleeding first, and had another surgery once my condition stabilized. But I was fine after that surgery, and now I run a half-marathon every day."

"Run a zebra?! What does that mean?" The Family Member didn't understand.

"Half-marathon," Ji Xiang explained, "Running twenty kilometers every morning."

"Your body is really in good shape."

"It's because I was scared," Ji Xiang said with a smile, "After suffering once, you know how to be afraid. Otherwise, I'd still be staying up late and all that every day."

"It's truly miserable when you're sick. Even now, my heart goes thump-thump-thump when I recall it."

The Family Member suddenly thought of something following Ji Xiang's words, and he said worriedly, "Little Doctor, do you think my spouse might have the same disease as you?"

"I don't know. I'm just interning here," Ji Xiang said with a smile, "I can run errands for you, but I'm no good at diagnoses. For the specifics, you'll have to ask Teacher Zhai."

The Family Member nodded.

"Then tell me, is your situation common?"

"Not many, but not few either. If you have surgery, there are definitely various sequelae. Just like my disease, it was written in the pre-operative briefing. But without experiencing it once, I never understood it with any concern. After experiencing it, I have to emphasize this matter every time I give a pre-operative briefing to a patient."

"Several patients were so scared by what I said that they didn't dare to have surgery, and as a result, I got scolded by my teacher."

"Scolded for what?" the Patient and the Family Member asked in unison.

"The patient doesn't have surgery, but this disease won't get better without surgery. Especially when a stone is stuck in the neck of the Gallbladder; over time, it will cause local ischemia and necrosis."

"Surgery also has risks, but it's controllable. Not having surgery is definitely not an option. If I give a pre-operative briefing to a patient like that and exaggerate the post-operative complications, that's just delaying things."

Ji Xiang chatted all the way and sent the Patient to the Digestive Medicine Department.

Zhai Yuhan had already contacted the Digestive Medicine Department, and the Internal Medicine Resident Chief received the Patient smoothly. Only after sending the Patient to the hospital bed did Ji Xiang fold the wheelchair and wave goodbye.

"Don't be afraid, you'll be fine after a few days of medication," Ji Xiang said cheerfully, bidding farewell to the Patient and the Family Member.

Returning to the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department, Ji Xiang didn't say anything else. The thing Zhai Yuhan imagined—that Ji Xiang would spout a bunch of "fallacies"—didn't happen.

After he finished writing the Medical Record, he left with Zhao Zhe. Zhai Yuhan felt a bit confused.

Could it be that Ji Xiang really just had a kind heart and was afraid the Patient would be in pain walking, so he pushed the wheelchair to send the Patient for examinations and to handle the admission procedures?

Zhai Yuhan thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out, and in the end, she simply put the matter to the back of her mind.

The production team was taking a day off, and Zhai Yuhan guessed they were probably brainstorming some new tricks again.

But after three episodes, the show was getting better and better, and the hostility in Zhai Yuhan's heart had lessened a lot.

The production team was still reliable, not the kind of third-rate crew that uses the hospital to gain a bit of Traffic and then leaves the blame for the hospital to take.

Zhai Yuhan finished her rounds and then prepared to rest.

Between being half-asleep and half-awake, there was still a thought in her mind—was Ji Xiang really just kind-hearted?

But if he were only kind-hearted, he wouldn't last long in the hospital; he'd be exhausted to death.

Early the next morning, life continued as usual.

Because the Camera Crew was not there, the atmosphere in the department was much more relaxed.

Ji Xiang did not show anything special either, steadily writing Medical Records and following along on rounds, not the slightest bit different from an ordinary Intern or Zhao Mengmeng.

Near lunchtime, Zhai Yuhan's phone rang.

"Little Zhai, what are you doing? There is a problem with that Patient from yesterday."