Chapter 521: Gossip While Waiting for the Intraoperative Frozen Section

Fan Dao stood at the entrance of the Fire Exit, silently staring at the doors of the operating room, lost in thought.

Truly detestable, why can't this bunch of Doctors be a little more cooperative?

It wouldn't take much; if only the Doctor performing the surgery would say a word to the Family Member, I reckon 90% of Patients and Family Members would be very cooperative with my filming.

But them!

Each and every one of them guards against me as if I were a thief.

"Fan Dao, busy?"

Just as Fan Dao was peeking at everyone at the operating room entrance, judging their inner thoughts from their micro-expressions to see if he might have a chance to do something, Zhao Zhe's voice came.

"Zhao Yisheng? Why aren't you in the surgery?" Fan Dao was surprised.

"Xiao Ji asked me to come keep you company for a bit," Zhao Zhe said with a smile.

Ji Xiang!

Fan Dao froze for a moment.

"Keep you company for a bit"—this phrase was quite worth pondering. Would Ji Xiang be so kind, fearing he might be lonely?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

"The Patient's illness is very rare, but it doesn't have much significance. In all these years, there have only been a dozen or so cases in the medical field, wouldn't you agree?" Zhao Zhe said with a smile.

Significance—Ji Xiang was actually talking to him about significance; Fan Dao felt a bit stifled.

Could it be that Ji Xiang was going to lecture him on some bullshit grand narrative?

He only wanted the next episode of the program to have content that everyone liked, for the ratings and the number of concurrent viewers to climb and climb again.

Although he thought this in his heart, Fan Dao still smiled and said, "Doctor Ji Xiang is very thoughtful. Zhao Yisheng, is the surgery upstairs going smoothly?"

"I reckon it's almost time for pathology. Just wait and see, in a moment, a Nurse from the operating room will come out wearing a sterile gown and shoe covers, carrying the pathology specimen to the Pathology Department."

"Oh?"

Fan Dao knew nothing about the surgical process; he suddenly perked up and started chatting with Zhao Zhe.

"Let's put it this way, the surgery is very simple." Seeing that Fan Dao was interested, Zhao Zhe opened the floodgates and began gesturing to explain how the surgery was performed to Fan Dao.

"Make a midline abdominal incision, or a paramedian incision, about 10cm or so, then reach your hand in after opening it."

"Reach in?"

"Because that tumor is smooth and movable, you just reach in and take the tumor out completely," Zhao Zhe said. "At this point, you cover the surgical incision with warm Saline Gauze, and everyone can chat."

Chat...

In Fan Dao's imagination, surgeries were always tense, serious, and earnest. Chatting while performing surgery—did this bunch of Doctors have any medical ethics left?

"Waiting for the intraoperative frozen section results, what else are we supposed to do if we don't chat, just stare at each other?" Zhao Zhe was also a bit helpless.

"What is an intraoperative frozen section?"

"It is..."

Zhao Zhe began to explain to Fan Dao the difference between gross pathology and intraoperative frozen section. Just as he was speaking, a Nurse wearing a sterile gown and shoe covers, holding a red bucket in her hand, hurried out of the operating room.

Inside the operating room, the Gastrointestinal Surgery Chief's large hand pressed down on the warm Saline Gauze covering the incision. Just as Zhao Zhe had said, everyone was chatting, waiting for the intraoperative frozen section.

The tumor had already been removed. He personally performed the surgery to cut the tumor in two, observing the tissue structure with the naked eye, preliminarily proving the correctness of Ji Xiang's judgment, or rather, his diagnosis.

"A young guy lives across from my place. There's always a kid downstairs who steals food deliveries. Once, he ordered something insanely spicy and left it at his door on purpose."

"That joke is too old; I remember there were similar news stories many years ago," Yang Zhuren said disdainfully, standing off to the side.

"I reckon that young guy had also seen similar news, which is why he did that. After all, anyone would be very unhappy if their food delivery was always being stolen," the Gastrointestinal Surgery Chief said. "Guess what happened in the end."

"What else could happen, just a mess," Yang Zhuren said.

"The kid who stole the stuff was sent to the hospital. Hahahaha, actually, I'm quite happy about it too. Although it's a bit mean, I still can't help but want to laugh."

"Better not be like that."

Suddenly, Ji Xiang interjected.

The Gastrointestinal Surgery Chief curled his lip; a "bleeding heart" attitude was the most undesirable.

He hadn't expected Ji Xiang to be someone with an overflowing "bleeding heart" as well.

But it was understandable, after all, he was young. The Gastrointestinal Surgery Chief's mask moved, but he didn't refute Ji Xiang.

"Some years ago, there was a case in our medical field. I don't know if you teachers have heard of it."

"A case?"

"What happened?"

Several Chiefs asked.

"An old Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner was drying Cao Wu on his own balcony—that's the kind of medicine for dispelling wind-dampness, the dried tuberous root of the Ranunculaceae plant Northern Monkshood. Cao Wu is mainly for external use; it is highly toxic if taken internally."

"He used to dry ginseng, Hajie, and things like that, and there was always a drunkard who would steal them. The old practitioner had no good way to deal with it. He couldn't beat him, and calling the police was useless. Besides, they were all neighbors, so it wasn't good to make too much of a scene."

"Later, the drunkard stole the Cao Wu to soak in wine. A few months later, he drank it and then died of poisoning."

"!!!"

"!!!"

A human life had been lost; the matter was likely not small. Everyone in the operating room became serious, and their gazes toward Ji Xiang became a bit more solemn.

"His family directly sued the old practitioner, saying the old practitioner's medicine was stolen and eaten, and he died, so they wanted compensation and for him to be sentenced."

"Damn, you can actually run into this kind of thing."

"This is too unreasonable, not only stealing things but also suing the victim."

"It seems that since that incident in Jinling, the speed of moral decay has been getting faster and faster."

Everyone in the operating room discussed it one after another.

"And then, Xiao Ji?" Yang Zhuren asked.

"The old traditional Chinese medicine doctor was sentenced to 2 years and 9 months in prison and ordered to pay 283,000 yuan in compensation."

"!!!"

Everyone was furious.

Although they had already accepted the premise that whoever makes the most noise gets the benefit, this matter was still too unbelievable.

"Later, during the second trial, a teacher the old traditional Chinese medicine doctor knew helped him find a reliable lawyer, and they almost appealed to the Supreme People's Procuratorate. It's just not right for your own things to be stolen, and then for someone to turn around and tell you that you were negligent in your supervision and sentence you to three years."

"The lawyer at the second trial was very sharp; they latched onto one point—the drunkard's family could not prove that the stolen medicine was stolen from the old traditional Chinese medicine doctor. In the end, the judge suggested, out of humanitarianism, that 40,000 be paid in compensation."

"But the lawyer wouldn't have it; the word 'compensation' could not appear."

"The entire lawsuit lasted nearly a year, and in the end, the verdict was not guilty, and no money was paid."

"Impressive," the Weichang Waike Zhuren said softly.

Yang Zhuren knew that the 'impressive' he spoke of might not necessarily refer to that second-trial lawyer; it was more likely referring to Ji Xiang.

In the operating room, chatting about racy topics is the most common thing; who doesn't like lewd pictures when they go online?

By the same logic, who isn't willing to tell a few dirty jokes when they have some free time?

It can kill time and relieve fatigue; if you encounter a good joke, time flies by when everyone starts chattering away.

But Ji Xiang didn't do that; he followed the Weichang Waike Zhuren's lead and told a piece of gossip, which was much better to listen to than dirty jokes.

(End of this chapter)