Chapter 508: The Star Level is Too Low

"Yang Zhuren doesn't agree." Li Zhuren smiled, "It's fine, I'll go chat with him in a bit."

"Then, thank you, thank you, I'm truly grateful. If such good material couldn't appear in the program, I would be very regretful." The more Fan Dao looked at Li Zhuren, the more pleasing he found him, and he spoke polite words.

Although he also knew that Li Zhuren was "using" him to promote Interventional Surgery, Fan Dao certainly wouldn't refuse something that benefited everyone without violating any rules.

"Then that's settled, I'll go get busy first, Fan Dao, wait for my news."

Fan Dao's mind settled.

He took the Camera Crew back to the lounge prepared by the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department, but Fan Dao couldn't sit still; he held his phone, ready to answer in a second, but Li Zhuren's call was slow to come.

In a state of unease, Fan Dao walked out of the lounge holding his phone and ran into Ji Xiang head-on.

"Doctor Xiao Ji!" Fan Dao called out cordially.

"Fan Dao, you're busy." Ji Xiang hurried past.

"What are you busy with, Doctor Xiao Ji."

"Just finished surgery, need to write the surgical records." Ji Xiang said, "Fan Dao, I saw you at the operating room door the whole time during this surgery, are you planning to put it on the program? This case isn't common, but it's not rare either. If you're going to make a program, please make sure to do it well!"

"..." Fan Dao looked at Ji Xiang's clean, flawless smile and was speechless.

"Doctor Xiao Ji, we chatted with the Patient's parents, and they don't agree." Fan Dao said helplessly, "Yang Zhuren's attitude is also very rigid, and now Li Zhuren says he wants to try and help persuade them..."

As he was speaking, Fan Dao suddenly saw Ji Xiang's expression become very strange; he looked at him as if looking at a stranger, his gaze filled with pity and sympathy.

What the hell kind of expression is that? Fan Dao suddenly realized he seemed to be begging Ji Xiang to help him do something, and he felt dazed.

"Fan Dao, do you really want to do the education on airway foreign bodies?" Ji Xiang asked very seriously.

Fan Dao paused for a moment before realizing what education Ji Xiang was talking about, and he nodded vigorously.

Although he was only interested in the staple, it didn't seem to be a problem for Ji Xiang to expand the staple to airway foreign bodies.

"Leave it to me, I'll give you news in 3-4 hours." Ji Xiang said, "If the program content side is pushing hard, you can film other things first."

Countless question marks and exclamation points appeared above Fan Dao's head.

Ji Xiang's words sounded as if it were already a done deal; he appeared full of confidence. Fan Dao pondered for a long time, but couldn't figure out why Ji Xiang was so confident.

He wanted to ask a few questions, but after finishing, Ji Xiang waved goodbye, turned, and left, hurrying off to write the surgical records.

Fan Dao was very puzzled; what method did Ji Xiang intend to use to solve this problem?

Especially since Ji Xiang's determined expression formed a sharp contrast with the Patient's family's unhesitating refusal.

Added to that was the pity and sympathy in Ji Xiang's eyes when he looked at him.

This series of complex content left Fan Dao completely baffled.

He waited blankly at the door of the Doctor's Office, wanting to see what Ji Xiang would do to persuade that "stubborn" pair of Patient parents.

But Ji Xiang stayed in the office, and hearty laughter drifted out from time to time; there was no telling what they were chatting about.

When it reached the end of the shift, the doctors and nurses of the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department changed their clothes and left one after another; Fan Dao's legs were numb from standing, but he still leaned toward the door of the Doctor's Office.

"The current doctor-patient relationship is tense, there are many things that cannot be said."

Once Fan Dao leaned in close, he clearly heard Ji Xiang's chatting voice coming from inside.

Fan Dao was speechless.

Ji Xiang was definitely brushing him off.

The interns from the previous two seasons would rush to flatter him, and he wouldn't even pay them any mind, yet Ji Xiang didn't care about him at all, and even brushed him off and lied to him.

This made Fan Dao feel a bit annoyed.

"When I was an intern in the Digestive Medicine Department, I once saw a Helicobacter pylori test report, and the patient asked me what medicine to take. I first explained how to treat it, then after clarifying the situation, I suggested the patient's parents also come to the hospital to get checked to see if there was any stomach cancer."

"You didn't get beaten to death?" Zhai Yuhan's voice came out.

"Yeah, almost. The patient flipped out on the spot, saying I spoke poorly. I have a thousand ways to explain; living with the elderly, they might all have Helicobacter pylori, it's a high probability, and some of the elderly already have stomach cancer."

"That's good advice, why would they beat you?" Zhao Mengmeng asked timidly.

The world of doctors was incompatible with Zhao Mengmeng; she now didn't dare to evaluate or discuss anything.

"Every wizard who predicts disaster will be tied to the stake and burned to death."

Hearing Ji Xiang's description, Fan Dao was stunned.

How could someone who could grasp this point be young? Youth meant being full of vigor, straightforward, and unscrupulous.

"Later, how did you solve it?" Zhai Yuhan asked.

"My teacher solved it. I didn't hear exactly what was said, but later the patient's parents came for a check-up. When the patient saw me, they still looked unhappy and didn't say a word to me. But luckily, the patient's parents were fine and went home after the check-up."

"You're also too rigid, it's not that serious. A cold can lead to myocarditis; I've seen a case of a young person who had liver failure and needed a liver transplant because they took three types of cold medicine for a bad cold," Zhai Yuhan said.

"Yes, so I've pondered this for a long time, and even now I don't know how to do it. But if I encounter similar patients again, I'll still be careful, careful, and more careful."

Ji Xiang replied.

Fan Dao felt extremely helpless; he, a top-tier director of domestic variety shows, was actually squatting under a wall eavesdropping, and the content he heard was completely different from what he expected. What the hell was the point of this!

"Mengmeng, did you go online again to look at liver failure caused by overlapping cold medicine dosages?"

"Yes, Teacher Zhai, I didn't learn about this thing you mentioned when I was in school."

"Don't look at it online so much; many patients get scared to death after looking up their illnesses online. Actually, this includes many doctors too. When I was in school, I encountered a director of the Surgery Department at a local hospital who came to see a doctor and have surgery. Perhaps he had seen too many Liver Cancer patients in his life and knew that once this disease is discovered, it's basically terminal, so his psychology had already collapsed when he arrived; he demanded too high a dosage of medicine and died not long after."

"Science popularization is very important," Ji Xiang said, "I think the animation the program team made for the third episode was quite good, and the data seems to be very good too."

"Doctor Xiao Ji, after you become a big star in the future, will you still stay in Clinical practice?" Zhai Yuhan asked with a smile.

"Of course I have to stay in Clinical practice. The level of a star is too low; at most, one is a household name, and the overall industry scale is countless times smaller than medicine," Ji Xiang said, "Time is about up, Teacher Zhai, I'm going to check on the post-operative patient."

(End of chapter)