Chapter 567: Stupid ×

Originally, I thought Ji Xiang would leap up, but Ji Xiang seemed not to have heard the sound of the Emergency Vehicle, remaining indifferent to it.

Liu Zhuren smiled, feeling that he had overthought it; Ji Xiang was just sitting there watching the excitement, with no other intentions.

But this was a variety show, where time is money; if there were nothing going on, that would be the strangest thing. Liu Zhuren instantly changed his mind and stared closely at the screen.

"Lao Bai, what kind of silk banners have you received?" Liu Zhuren asked.

"They are all very ordinary, but many years ago I treated a patient with an aneurysm hemorrhage," Bai Chuzhang said. "At that time, an aneurysm hemorrhage was almost a terminal illness. I gave the prognosis as 99% death if we didn't operate, and 100% death if we did."

Liu Zhuren smiled knowingly.

All preoperative briefings in the Neurosurgery department were like that.

When it comes to which department in the hospital is best at scaring people, Neurosurgery claims second place, and no one dares claim first—not even the Intensive Care Unit.

"The day the patient was discharged, they sent a silk banner with two words written on it."

"Two words?"

"Badass!"

"It just said 'Badass'?" Liu Zhuren was surprised.

"Yes, just those two words. A few years ago, I heard someone brought a dog to the hospital for medicine. The Emergency doctor had no choice and just prescribed some, and later that person sent a silk banner—'Saved my dog's life'."

"I've heard of that one," Liu Zhuren laughed. "By the way, why haven't I seen you hang up the silk banner that said 'Badass'?"

"I felt something was wrong at the time; the Zhuren's face looked terrible when he saw the banner," Bai Chuzhang smiled slightly.

Although many years had passed since that incident, the Lao Zhuren had retired, and Bai Chuzhang had left the Clinical department for the Medical Affairs Department, with a position as Vice President in sight.

But speaking of that time, Liu Zhuren still couldn't help but feel nervous.

"This episode is really strange, and Xiao Ji is strange too. He doesn't go back to rest in the middle of the night, and he has to run a half-marathon tomorrow morning, yet he's watching the excitement in the Emergency Department," Bai Chuzhang frowned.

"I don't know, there must be something going on," Liu Zhuren said. "If it were a normal plot, it would definitely be deleted during editing, but..."

As they were speaking, Ji Xiang on the screen stood up abruptly, his expression slightly serious.

His lips moved slightly.

"Xiao Ji is swearing!" Bai Chuzhang slapped the table, giving Liu Zhuren a start.

"What is he swearing?"

"Idiot!" Bai Chuzhang laughed. "I have to say, this word is truly good."

"..." Liu Zhuren was speechless.

"Words like 'fool', 'dummy', or 'dimwit' all carry a hint of doting and ambiguity, but the word 'idiot' is full of hostility, clear in its love and hate, and very durable."

"Hahaha." Liu Zhuren laughed, his ears listening to Bai Chuzhang's nonsense, but his eyes fixed firmly on Ji Xiang.

Ji Xiang strode toward the entrance, the camera angle shifted, and a flat stretcher appeared in view.

Beside the flat stretcher followed the anxious Family Member; they were flustered, their minds blank, unable to think.

"Bleeding?!" Ji Xiang greeted them and asked in a deep voice.

"Huh? Ah!" The Family Member responded blankly.

"Why didn't you call me!" Ji Xiang scolded sternly.

"Didn't save the number."

Ji Xiang didn't say anything else and lifted the clothing covering the patient's lower body.

A mosaic appeared on the screen, blurry and unclear as to what was happening to the patient's lower body.

But for doctors with rich clinical experience like Bai Chuzhang and Liu Zhuren, judging from the patient's pale face and indifferent expression, they could determine that the patient was definitely suffering from Hemorrhagic Shock caused by bleeding after a Polypectomy.

Underneath the mosaic, there was bound to be bright red blood; there would absolutely be no surprises.

But with the mosaic here, the effect... was hard to describe; it would have been better to just see the blood. With the mosaic, there was infinite room for wild imagination.

"What the hell is going on?" Liu Zhuren frowned.

Bai Chuzhang did not answer; he also felt very surprised.

What they were surprised by was not the patient's bleeding after the Polypectomy, but that they couldn't understand how Ji Xiang could have anticipated this accident.

Usually, Ji Xiang's routine was very regular; after all, he had to run a half-marathon every morning, and early to bed and early to rise had become a label for Ji Xiang.

But!

Today, Ji Xiang was like a rat before an earthquake; he had no intention of going back to rest at all. He had been waiting for the patient to bleed and be sent to the hospital.

After a brief exchange, the patient was sent to the Emergency Rescue Room according to the normal procedure; Ji Xiang did not interfere with the routine process.

When the Emergency Department doctor was hurriedly performing a physical examination, Ji Xiang had already taken out his phone and started making a call.

The scene flashed, and a car sped through the night.

It was obvious that this segment was filmed later; it was definitely not filmed at the time.

The documentary technique blended in cinematic montage; the average viewer's attention was focused on the rescue of the Hemorrhagic Shock, and no one cared about the footage added in post-production.

The private car arrived at the hospital at the fastest speed limit, performed a drift, and parked steadily... between two parking spaces, crookedly.

After all, he was not a professional race car driver; the person driving did not have such strong control over the vehicle.

The next second, Zou Zhuren jumped out of the car with a trail of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.

He was short and stout, driving a Tank 500, and the moment he jumped out, the drool at the corner of his mouth drew an arc upward.

The visuals were exquisite, as if entering a movie world.

Driving to the hospital in the middle of the night for a rescue was a doctor's daily routine. What Bai Chuzhang and Liu Zhi didn't understand was how Ji Xiang knew the patient would have an accident and kept watch in the Emergency Department.

The camera cut to Zou Zhuren, with drool at the corner of his mouth, running wildly all the way to the Endoscopy Room to perform surgery.

That sense of tension overflowed from the screen, and even the drool at the corner of Zou Zhuren's mouth seemed much more solemn.

The camera crew did not follow into the Endoscopy Room; it seemed that Fan Dao and the Camera Crew did not go to "be a nuisance" by communicating with the Family Member during the emergency rescue.

The surgery footage was still animation.

After the endoscope entered the intestinal tract, red, gushing blood blocked the view; the Suction Device sucked up the blood, and Zou Zhuren, whose skill level was very high, advanced in every hair-breadth moment, finding the direction to solve the problem.

However, Bai Chuzhang nodded, "Xiao Ji uses the Suction Device well."

Liu Zhuren did not smile; he also nodded.

This praise was not out of favoritism; it was because it was Ji Xiang's operation, to the point that even using the Suction Device felt good.

The narrow intestinal tract was full of fresh blood, and it was impossible to suck the blood clean to expose the surgical field. The Suction Device in Ji Xiang's hand always managed to leave a sliver of space for Director Zou; although it was only for a fraction of a second, it was enough.

Besides fresh blood, there were also food residues like enoki mushrooms left in the Patient's intestines, which made the two old Experts shake their heads.

It really gives one a headache to say the Patient is disobedient.

With such a messy intestinal tract, it would be difficult not to have an infection after the surgery.

(End of this chapter)