Chapter 541: He Knows Everything, He Just Doesn't Say It

"Perhaps it's because winter is too cold; we people from the Northeast generally don't like to overthink things." Ji Xiang gave a chuckle, "But speaking of strange things, I did encounter one during my internship."

"It was a pregnant woman coming in for a prenatal check-up. Her fetal heart rate was abnormal—sometimes fast, sometimes slow, with no pattern. Her family was crying uncontrollably, and my teachers were at their wits' end," Ji Xiang said. "After observing for about 3 days, the abnormal heart rate remained irregular. When it was good, it indicated the fetus was very healthy, but once it turned bad... my teachers felt we should terminate the pregnancy."

"Was the change that drastic?" Zhai Yuhan asked, puzzled.

"It was, Teacher Zhai. At the time, we did all the necessary examinations and couldn't find the cause. Later, we had no choice but to book a Four-dimensional Color Ultrasound and find the person with the highest technical skill in our Affiliated Hospital to perform it."

"In the end, we discovered the fetus was clutching its own umbilical cord. When it exerted force, it caused insufficient blood supply, and the fetus would pass out. When it passed out, its hand would loosen, the blood supply would return, and then it would wake up and continue clutching the umbilical cord."

"……The child is so mischievous!" Zhai Yuhan was surprised.

"My teacher said this situation is quite rare and very frightening. The key is that we couldn't find the reason or cause."

Amidst the small talk, the surgery ended. Yang Zhuren finished up and packed away, feeling refreshed.

Ji Xiang did not turn and leave immediately; instead, he helped Zhai Yuhan lift the Patient onto the flat cart and sent them to the intensive care unit to stay for 24-48 hours.

Only if there is no severe Infection-induced Toxic Shock after surgery will it be fine.

"Ah!" Miao Zong suddenly let out an 'ah', turned around, and ran.

"Little Miao, where are you going?" Yang Zhuren asked.

"The Medical Record hasn't been written yet," Miao Zong said hurriedly. "Pan Zhuren in the intensive care unit doesn't tolerate slackers."

"Teacher Miao, I just finished writing it. If you have time, please take a look to see if there are any problems with what I wrote, and I'll go back and revise it," Ji Xiang said.

"Huh?!"

"It's just that while you were taking the Patient into surgery, I was chatting with Teacher Kong, and I wrote it while we talked," Ji Xiang explained.

Miao Zong was stunned for a moment, then picked up the Medical Record in front of the Anesthesia doctor.

When they went into surgery, there were only a few sheets of paper; now the Medical Record was a thick stack, and at the very least, it looked much more professional.

After a cursory glance, Miao Zong saw that everything that should be there was there, and only then did he feel relieved.

As for whether it was written well or not, he could still revise and reprint it later.

Ji Xiang was truly meticulous and thoughtful in his work; Miao Zong let out a long sigh of relief.

Yet Ji Xiang didn't covet the credit at all, as if taking the time to perfect the Medical Record was a matter of course.

After explaining, he pushed the Patient to the intensive care unit with Zhai Yuhan, the Anesthesia doctor, and the Nurse.

Miao Zong hesitated again and again. After changing his clothes, he didn't return to the ward but followed them to the entrance of the intensive care unit.

In the past, the entrance to the intensive care unit would be filled with worried Family Members standing or sitting, but today there were people from the Camera Crew; they stood out like donkeys mixed into a flock of sheep.

Miao Zong didn't enter the intensive care unit either, estimating that they should be out very soon.

His estimation was correct; about 3 minutes later, Ji Xiang walked out of the intensive care unit, wearing his White Uniform and shoe covers.

Fan Dao went straight up to meet him, pulling Ji Xiang along very enthusiastically while saying something.

Miao Zong carefully observed every move Fan Dao made.

To ordinary people, the film and television industry is a place of Traffic; Fan Dao is considered a big shot behind the scenes in the industry, representing infinite possibilities.

Any young person would have a beautiful dream about flowers, applause, and fans. If one were scouted by Fan Dao, these wouldn't be problems; Miao Zong also had some thoughts on the matter.

However, Ji Xiang was the exception.

Fan Dao's expression was very intimate, and he seemed to be asking Ji Xiang something, but although Ji Xiang was smiling, Miao Zong could read the perfunctoriness and indifference in his smile.

That was a professional smile, just like the one he wore on his face when he was in the Outpatient Department. It was a mask, a stereotypical mask.

The more Fan Dao spoke, the more anxious he became, but Ji Xiang didn't care in the slightest. The smile "worn" on his face didn't change at all, like a sterile mask.

Subsequently, Fan Dao seemed to be pleading; he put his hands together and nodded twice at Ji Xiang. Ji Xiang dodged to the side, bowed slightly, and whispered to Fan Dao.

Miao Zong couldn't understand Ji Xiang at all.

No matter who it was, being able to go on a variety show and reach the top in one step—isn't that better than working like a horse in the hospital?

The medical system is just like a chamber pot; when it's needed, people take it out and say a bunch of disgusting things about high medical ethics and saving lives. When it's not needed, it turns into social public opinion about heartless hospitals, heartless doctors, and wanting money but not saving lives.

Like Mao Mao on the variety show, who worked as a Nurse for less than a year before participating in the auditions and landing the job in one step.

Like that female star, who also fought hard in the entertainment industry while young, and remained steadfast even without a background and while being bullied and harassed.

She was almost thrown into the water and soaked just for attending a wedding banquet, and in the end, she still had to apologize!

And even so, anyone who has been a Nurse knows that the treatment in a hospital is a hundred times worse.

If one can avoid being a Doctor, that is naturally the best; Ji Xiang must have something wrong with his brain, Miao Zong thought to himself.

A few minutes later, the expression on Fan Dao's face changed again and again—sometimes using threats and inducements, sometimes begging bitterly—but Ji Xiang remained unmoved, still wearing that mask.

Miao Zong felt a bit dazed watching this.

This was harder than writing a top-tier SCI Thesis.

Soon, Ji Xiang bowed slightly, said goodbye to Fan Dao, and walked over with long strides.

"Doctor Xiao Ji!" Miao Zong raised his hand to greet him.

"Teacher Miao, you're here."

"I came to find you, thank you for helping me write the Medical Record."

"It's only right, you're too kind," Ji Xiang smiled.

"What was Fan Dao saying to you?" Miao Zong stole a glance at Fan Dao, who was standing blankly in place, frowning in thought.

"Fan Dao wanted to interview the Family Member of the Patient. This Patient isn't suitable; the person hasn't recovered from danger yet, so they can't be interviewed," Ji Xiang said. "They want to film everything and put everything on the show. What kind of place is a hospital? How can we let them do as they please? Don't you think so?"

"Certainly. If everyone were happy, it wouldn't be a big deal to have an interview. Even if the Patient or the Family Member were a bit reluctant, they would agree out of respect for the Doctor's request. But this Patient just came out of surgery, and it's not even certain if they have Infection-induced Toxic Shock, yet they want to interview them."

"Fan Dao also asked me if I had any other opinions. You tell me, how could I have any thoughts?" Ji Xiang grinned, his teeth snow-white. That mask was taken off by him, revealing sincerity.

"Let's go, let's go, ignore them. Let's go to my Duty Room and chat," Miao Zong said, pulling Ji Xiang along. "Doctor Ji Xiang, how did you diagnose the Patient just now?"

"By asking about the medical history."

Ji Xiang and Miao Zong chatted as they walked further and further away, leaving Fan Dao and the Camera Crew looking distressed.

"Director, Doctor Ji Xiang didn't agree?"

Fan Dao gritted his teeth, his face full of bitter resentment.

"He says nothing, but in my heart, I know he has his own ideas. Damnable, truly damnable!"

(End of this chapter)