Chapter 503: Content That Cannot Be Filmed

The Patient is under general anesthesia, with the Anesthesia Machine assisting breathing; Li Ming puts on Lead Clothing and begins the surgery.

A 6-Fr JR-4 Catheter is inserted, and the Guide Catheter extends from the side port of the bronchial catheter to reach the foreign object; he attempts to retrieve the staple.

But no matter what method is used to try and grasp the staple, Attending Physician Li Ming cannot do it.

The staple is too small; if one wants to retrieve it successfully, the required movements are too delicate, and his skill level is not up to the task.

After trying 3 times, Li Zhuren stops stepping on the pedal, kicks open the Airtight Lead Door, walks out, and says without any courtesy, "Old Yang, call Ji Xiang and have him come try."

……

……

Ji Xiang is currently teaching Zhao Mengmeng how to write a Medical Record.

Although Zhao Mengmeng is a top student, she has had zero contact with the Clinical side of things; she is essentially a blank slate.

However, the benefit is that Zhao Mengmeng is obedient; no matter what Ji Xiang says, Zhao Mengmeng can do it almost perfectly.

She also harbors no negative emotions like jealousy toward Ji Xiang; on the contrary, she quite enjoys Ji Xiang's "instruction."

"Mengmeng, your Comprehension is very high." Zhao Zhe watches Zhao Mengmeng finish writing the Medical Record, reviews it once, and then lets Ji Xiang take a look; he praises her.

"It's alright." There is glistening sweat on the tip of Zhao Mengmeng's nose; hearing such an old Attending Physician praise her, she also reveals a happy smile.

"By the way, what kind of project are you doing in the laboratory?" Zhao Zhe asks casually.

Zhao Mengmeng is a bit smug and gives a hehe laugh, "The protein biopeptide transformation of single-celled organisms at different temperatures."

"So profound." Zhao Zhe is dumbfounded.

"Zhao Ge, Mengmeng is joking with you," Ji Xiang says while looking at the Medical Record.

"Joking?"

"The meaning of 'the protein biopeptide transformation of single-celled organisms at different temperatures' is—boiling an egg in water," Ji Xiang glances at Zhao Zhe and says helplessly.

"……" Zhao Zhe is speechless.

Is Zhao Mengmeng so high-end even when telling a joke?

"Mengmeng, this isn't kind of you, bullying me for having read so little," Zhao Zhe says with a smile, complaining.

"Hehe, Zhao Ge, we're used to joking like this usually," Zhao Mengmeng smirks.

"What other jokes do you have?" Zhao Zhe asks.

"The chemical transformation of single-celled organism proteins is just pickling a duck egg."

"……"

Zhao Zhe cannot understand a single word of these high-and-mighty terms piled up to describe a common life occurrence.

"Having an education really is different; even the way you talk is circuitous," Zhao Zhe says with a self-deprecating laugh.

"What is circuitous?" Zhao Mengmeng asks.

"Emmm, it's a local dialect from the Northeast," Zhao Zhe thinks for a moment and says.

"It is a phrase with a lot of culture," Ji Xiang suddenly adds.

"Culture? Hahahaha, Xiao Ji, you're too funny."

"In ancient times, alleys were narrow. To facilitate the neighborhood, when people built houses at corners, they would proactively smooth out the wall corners to make it easier for people to walk and livestock to pass. So 'circuitous' originally referred to courtesy; the meaning is slightly different now, but one can imagine it," Ji Xiang explains.

"……"

Zhao Mengmeng is stunned for a moment.

Ji Xiang seems to be splitting hairs, but he also seems to be recounting some obscure interpretations from ancient Chinese.

It sounds like it has some logic, yet she always feels like something is wrong.

"Doctor Xiao Ji, hello."

Fan Dao stands at the doorway, knocks on the door, and greets with a smile.

"Fan Dao, hello." Ji Xiang stands up and reaches out a hand, "Have you decided what to film for the fourth episode?"

When this is mentioned, having been directly "stabbed" by Ji Xiang, Fan Dao's face is full of distress.

"Doctor Xiao Ji, do you really have no suggestions? We held a meeting all night, and everyone had no good ideas."

As he speaks, Fan Dao hesitates for a moment, sighs, and says, "Lu Zhuren said to introduce an elimination system and swap in a batch of better Interns; only with competition is there something worth watching. We haven't adopted this point for now; let's wait and see."

Fan Dao looks at Ji Xiang, feeling slightly bitter inside.

Look for more? Finding someone like Ji Xiang seems completely impossible.

Ji Xiang shrugs, signaling that he doesn't know either.

"Just say something, just say anything."

Ji Xiang glances at Fan Dao and smiles, "There are many things in the hospital that can't be put on a program. For example, when I was interning in Gynecology, an emergency case came in at night."

Fan Dao focuses; just as he is about to raise his hand to signal the Camera Crew to start recording, Ji Xiang presses his hand down.

"Let's just chat casually; don't record."

"Alright, Gynecology; it's indeed not suitable for a program," Fan Dao says helplessly.

"An 86-year-old grandmother said her lower parts hurt. My teacher examined her and saw a tear in the HY area."

"Uh..."

"Uh..."

Everyone in the office is stunned.

"My teacher asked what exactly the situation was, and the Patient said very shyly, 'That old good-for-nothing at home.'"

"!!!"

"Later, I saw the old gentleman come over; he was nearly ninety, glowing with health, and walking with great vigor. You tell me, if this kind of thing were on a program, it would definitely have topicality, and everyone would love to watch it, but it can't be filmed," Ji Xiang laughs.

Fan Dao ponders; this matter cannot be put on a program. But he says nothing and remains silent.

Fan Dao pondered; this matter could not be put on the program. But he did not say so, maintaining his silence throughout.

"Also, when I was interning in Thoracic Surgery, I encountered a 17-year-old with a stab wound to the heart. It was said that she and her brother-in-law were cleaning fish at home; she asked for scissors, and her brother-in-law tossed them over, accidentally stabbing her directly in the heart."

Fan Dao stared in astonishment.

"When the patient was brought in, she was already gone; her breathing and heartbeat had stopped for about 13 minutes. Although she was resuscitated, she ended up in a Vegetative State. My teacher reported it to the police without hesitation at the time, and as a result, was beaten up by the Family Member."

"Uh... why?" Fan Dao was truly stunned this time.

"First of all, the heart is in this position." Ji Xiang tapped the location of his own heart with his hand.

"It is protected by ribs. Just imagine, scissors are very blunt; for them to go exactly through the intercostal space and stab in, that would have to be incredibly coincidental. And this isn't a matter of coincidence; both my teacher and I believed it was intentional."

"And then what happened?!" Fan Dao's professional instincts kicked in, and he suddenly perked up.

Although Ji Xiang spoke simply, Fan Dao immediately associated it with ethics, morality, and so on and so forth.

"For some reason, the Family Member didn't want to know the truth at all, and even sided with the perpetrator, beating my teacher up. I took a few hits too; in short, it was very depressing."

"Doctor Xiao Ji, that really is..." Fan Dao said vaguely.

"It's not suitable, and it can't be filmed either. If we film it, it won't have anything to do with the hospital anymore; it would be more like a legal program. Even if you could handle it, it's impossible to produce a program that everyone is satisfied with in just a few days."

"Is there anything simple?" Fan Dao asked.

"When I was interning, I met a young delinquent girl, 16 years old, who pinned me against the wall," Ji Xiang said helplessly.

"!!!"

"!!!"

Everyone was surprised.

"And then what!" Fan Dao started gossiping.

"There was no 'then what.' I couldn't exactly do what they do in the movies—pick her up and shake her upside down to make her name tag fall out, could I? It's not that I couldn't do it, but doing so would be even more troublesome."

"Ji Yisheng Xiang, consultation on stage! Yang Zhuren wants you to go to the operating room!"

A Nurse from the department shouted from outside.