Chapter 526: The Rookie Who Is Too Painful to Watch

"For outpatient consultations, Ji Xiang is definitely fine. But Lao Bai, take a guess at what kind of tricks Ji Xiang might pull?" Liu Zhuren asked.

"How would I know." Bai Chuzhang held his wine glass, smiling as he watched Ji Xiang on the screen.

Half a month later, Ji Xiang seemed to have become more mature and sunny; one look and you could tell life was treating him quite well.

"Mengmeng, don't be nervous, just ask like you usually do." Ji Xiang cheered Zhao Mengmeng on.

But Zhao Mengmeng couldn't muster any spirit at all; nervousness was etched onto her face, like a little lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Ji Xiang didn't "dislike" the rookie Zhao Mengmeng; he intentionally or unintentionally kept an appropriate distance, constantly comforting her.

"Ji Xiang really can chat with anyone. What is there to talk about with a rookie like that? It's a waste of time." Bai Chuzhang gave a rare, clearly biased comment.

"Ji Xiang isn't married yet, his body's hormone secretion is too high, the concentration is high. Speaking of which, Lao Bai, weren't you like that when you were young?"

"Of course not, you know that. Whether it was nurses or young female patients, plenty of them threw themselves at me, how could I have been knocked down?"

Speaking of those past gossips, Liu Zhi smiled slightly, his attention then returning to the program.

Under Ji Xiang's encouragement, Zhao Mengmeng... still didn't have a shred of confidence, sitting in the Doctor's seat to begin the consultation like a duck being driven onto a perch.

When Liu Zhuren saw a middle-aged woman with phoenix eyes walk in with a smile, he shook his head helplessly.

According to his judgment, this one should be from the Nursing Department.

The Nursing Department is like the King of Hell's palace in a hospital; these big and small ghosts are truly hard to serve.

They are harsh to nurses to a certain degree, and at least 90% of nursing departments nationwide are the same.

Endless meetings, exams, and wage deductions. It's as if they can't show their competence without squeezing the frontline nurses.

That kind of physiognomy is something insiders recognize at a glance.

"Hello, may I ask what is bothering you?" Zhao Mengmeng asked.

"Doctor, I've been feeling physically fatigued for the past few months, with occasional headaches and poor memory," the woman said, sitting in the chair next to Zhao Mengmeng.

"..."

Zhao Mengmeng suddenly didn't know how to continue the consultation.

Physical fatigue, occasional headaches, and poor memory—what kind of illness is that?!

Normally, this would be considered a sub-health state; many people have similar problems.

She tried hard to search her memory for similar symptoms, but soon Zhao Mengmeng felt a bit desperate.

With a blank face and no expression at all, Zhao Mengmeng looked at the "Patient" beside her; the camera was right across from her, and her mind immediately went blank.

These few seconds were very awkward, so awkward that the audience watching the program wanted to curl their toes in embarrassment.

"Damn it, those people in the Nursing Department are simply devious enough to deserve a beating," Liu Zhuren said with disdain.

"Heh."

"Don't you think so? Stop being a 'good guy' all the time. If you became Vice President, you'd definitely manage the Nursing Department. When a group of people like that is by your side asking for instructions and reporting every day, let's see what you do."

"I'll transfer Xiao Mao from the department over; he likes dealing with women," Bai Chuzhang said.

The two chatted for a few moments; on the screen, the woman's mouth twitched, clearly showing some disdain.

"Doctor, do you think I should get a Head CT?" the woman asked.

"Yes... I suppose so," Zhao Mengmeng answered hesitantly.

"Then what do you think my illness is? Roughly what kind of illness?" the woman asked.

Zhao Mengmeng had already entered a state of confusion; in front of the camera, she took out her phone and started... started... started searching the internet on her phone.

"Bang~" Liu Zhuren slammed his head against the wall.

Bai Chuzhang also covered his eyes with his hand.

This unconscious action of Zhao Mengmeng's was truly an eyesore.

A Doctor, in the middle of a consultation, actually taking out a phone to search for diseases online—where is the authority in that!

Bai Chuzhang and Liu Zhuren were both speechless; from a doctor's perspective, they even began to feel ashamed, as if they were the ones sitting there facing the "Patient," and they felt infinite disdain for this rookie doctor in their hearts.

Damn it!

Liu Zhuren leaned his head against the wall, his hand in a fist, cursing viciously in his heart.

It was truly embarrassing.

But even with the online search, Zhao Mengmeng still didn't gain much.

After a full minute, she said timidly, "Headaches, poor memory, and general weakness could possibly be due to excessive fatigue, lack of rest, and an irregular daily schedule."

"I don't have much to do every day; my husband does the cooking, I exercise regularly, and my sleep is quite good," the woman directly refuted the answer Zhao Mengmeng had found online.

Mercilessly, not giving Zhao Mengmeng any way out at all.

"..."

Before Zhao Mengmeng could even read from her phone about how the brain reacts to physical fatigue, she heard the patient beside her refute her claims one by one.

In an instant, Zhao Mengmeng felt very aggrieved.

Especially aggrieved, as if the whole world was targeting her.

Her nose tingled, and tears almost fell.

But during this time, Zhao Mengmeng had already accepted the fact that the camera was following her, so she didn't cry out.

Zhao Mengmeng wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand and tried hard to force a smile—a smile uglier than crying.

"Doctor, what do you think my illness is?" The woman didn't soften her stance because of Zhao Mengmeng's aggrieved expression and continued to press her.

"Look, I told you she was from the Nursing Department," Liu Zhuren said. "Except for them, any other doctor would have given Zhao Mengmeng a way out by now."

Bai Chuzhang was noncommittal.

He lowered his head to pick up food, no longer wanting to watch Zhao Mengmeng's clumsy performance.

This didn't look like a doctor at all; she was worse than a patient who had become a doctor through long-term illness. And to actually look up information online in front of the patient—this behavior was appalling.

Normally, when encountering a problem one cannot solve in a clinical setting, shouldn't one first transfer to another department?

Just say it isn't a matter for your own department, then transfer them to a department like Neurology Department to continue the examination.

Zhao Mengmeng kept silent, her head already slightly lowered, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes.

"Doctor!" The woman's voice was not raised, but it was overflowing with a stern tone.

It was just like when the Director of Nursing Department calls the department's Nurse into the treatment room after the morning shift handover to scold them one by one.

That air of bossiness made Liu Zhuren very uncomfortable.

But he had no way to deal with it.

Not being able to stand the sight of someone, yet being unable to get rid of the Director of Nursing Department, is a very helpless thing.

Zhao Mengmeng's clumsy consultation ended quickly, and she left in tears.

Subsequently, Ji Xiang appeared in the Consultation Room wearing a White Uniform.

The White Uniform on him seemed to glow, without a single wrinkle, looking incredibly professional.

Just as he turned around, Liu Zhuren saw two wet marks on the seat of Ji Xiang's White Uniform.

"Sigh, Doctor Xiao Ji has been led astray by Meng Qingfei," Liu Zhuren said, pursing his lips.

(End of this chapter)