Chapter 605: Wembanyama?

"But even if it's an advertisement, it wouldn't just be for a thrombectomy surgery," Lu Gang said seriously again, "..."

Before Lu Gang could finish his sentence, Fan Dao's assistant interrupted and asked, "Lu Zhuren, is the second layer of meaning you mentioned true?"

"How long have you been out of school?" Lu Gang asked in return.

"Four years."

"And you're still this naive? Does your family own a mine?"

"..." Fan Dao's assistant froze for a moment.

"Let me give you an example." Lu Gang's look of utter disdain left Fan Dao's assistant feeling at a loss.

"There was a man who worked in demolition, working in the field year-round. After they had their first child, his wife got an IUD. A few years ago, when the two-child policy was opened, he discussed it with his wife, but she didn't agree."

"In the end, he used demolition methods to blow the IUD out."

"Holy crap!"

"Demolition?!"

"Is that for real?!"

Lu Gang's words caused a massive uproar.

"Severe hemorrhaging; I led the emergency rescue," Lu Gang curled his lip. "In clinical medicine, you come into contact with all sorts of people. Some are so wicked you can't even imagine it. Come to think of it, you all are still too innocent."

Fan Dao's assistant couldn't say a word; Lu Gang had crushed him completely with a single example.

Demolition to remove an IUD—this stuff is mind-boggling; you couldn't even dream it up.

"Continuing with the previous topic, this is an advertisement, but it's not just an advertisement for a thrombectomy surgery," Lu Gang said. "Thrombectomy surgery has its own golden window, and the radiation range is only about 20km. Once you exceed this time frame, there's no point in doing the surgery."

Lu Gang began counting on his fingers, explaining the meanings and his guesses for the fourth, fifth, and sixth layers, leaving Fan Dao listening in stunned silence.

"Lu Zhuren, you really are an Expert." Hearing Lu Zhuren talk on and on about things that sounded plausible, Fan Dao felt genuine admiration for the first time and gave a thumbs up in praise.

"Heh, I learned this from Bai Chuzhang," Lu Gang smiled. "You always have to learn some psychology in the Medical Affairs Department, and you see a lot of the dark side there too. I don't suggest we interfere with this matter. They spent a ton of money and want to ride our show to get a wave of Traffic, so let them."

"Don't we get any benefits?" Lu Gang asked at the end.

"It seems we do," Fan Dao said honestly.

"Row after row of related trending searches; our show is top-tier!" Lu Gang said proudly. "The more trending searches, the more popular the show. You all should understand this principle better than I do."

"Lu Zhuren, about what you said earlier regarding using demolition methods... *cough cough*, is that for real?" Fan Dao's assistant was still hung up on that question.

"Let me tell you, the trauma patients in the hospital during the New Year are basically all blast injuries—patients who blew up their eyes or hands with firecrackers," Lu Gang said. "The weirdest one I've seen was someone stuffing firecrackers into their anus and rectum."

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"Of course, Liu Zhuren from our hospital's Urology Department said he's encountered patients who stuffed firecrackers into their urethra, piercing it."

"!!!"

"You'll never understand the extent to which humans can court death unless you observe in the Emergency Department for a few years. But regardless of what strange things end up in the rectum, anus, or urethra, they all claim they accidentally slipped and sat on them."

"A few years ago, they said a collector went to the hospital and had a World War II-era artillery shell removed from his rectum. According to the patient himself, it was a piece from his collection, and he accidentally slipped and sat on the shell."

"Doesn't he wear clothes when he goes to his collection room?" someone asked in a low voice.

"Hahaha, the patients you meet in clinical practice all say that, both at home and abroad."

"Lu Zhuren, Lu Zhuren." Fan Dao blocked Xiao Zhu Li behind him, not letting him interrupt the topic.

"What are your thoughts on the upcoming episodes? We introduced new people, and we did it, and their skill levels are high enough, but it doesn't seem to have helped. The ratings for this episode are only on par with the last one, and the surgeries are too high-end—let alone ordinary viewers, I asked several medical Experts, and they all said they didn't understand them."

"What they meant wasn't that they didn't understand, but that the surgery performed was very high-end, something they don't usually come into contact with and need to study carefully, right?" Lu Zhuren asked.

Fan Dao was taken aback.

"Massachusetts General Hospital is Massachusetts General Hospital. They have prejudices against Interns, but they will still have the most basic respect for Massachusetts General Hospital."

"That is indeed true," Fan Dao became cautious; he even worried that Lu Gang had been wiretapping his phone.

"The content is too high-end; everyone can't understand it," Lu Gang smiled slightly.

"Lu Zhuren, is what they said true?" Fan Dao asked.

"Do you think it's just peers belittling each other? I used to hear nurses in the department say they knew one or two beauties, but after meeting them, I thought they were really ugly. Is it that their aesthetic standards aren't high enough?"

"Hahaha," Fan Dao laughed out loud.

"Definitely not," Fan Dao's assistant said. "The 'beauties' in a girl's mouth are usually not good-looking, and a real beauty would be called a bitch."

Lu Gang smiled slightly, "When I was a kid reading wuxia novels, I remembered a line—Gu Long once said, if a woman praises another woman in front of a man, then that woman must be ugly; but if a man praises another man in front of a woman, then that man must be truly remarkable."

The conversation drifted further and further away. After giving a few perfunctory replies, Fan Dao found a quiet spot to carefully sort things out and figure out what they had been talking about in the first place.

He thought for a long time before realizing that he had listened to Lu Gang say so much, but it was actually of no use at all.

Truly f*cking hell.

Fan Dao sighed helplessly.

The show was inevitably going to have a lackluster ending, which made Fan Dao feel helpless.

He had the heart to kill the thieves, but no power to turn the tide. The direction of the show was already tied to Ji Xiang; no matter how much effort he put in, there was no good way to take the show to the next level.

Should he ask Ji Xiang again?

Ji Xiang's magic had already exceeded Fan Dao's expectations; he had never seen anyone like Ji Xiang in his entire life.

A national-level variety show had turned into a documentary about someone, an ending Fan Dao found very hard to accept. But he couldn't not accept it, because that was the fact.

After hesitating for a long time, Fan Dao picked up his phone and made a call.

"Doctor Ji Xiang, it's me." Fan Dao forced a smile and said in the gentlest tone possible.

"Fan Dao, you haven't rested yet."

"Doctor Ji Xiang, I'm just worried about the upcoming episodes. It's time to wrap up, and I need to figure out a good way to do it."

Fan Dao probed.

"Oh, sorry, Feng Yuqing just reached out to me, I might be quite busy recently."

"Ah?! What happened?" Fan Dao was taken aback.

"The shoe factory owned by Feng Yuqing's family... signed an NBA star who recently suffered an injury," Ji Xiang said calmly, "Feng Yuqing asked if I could perform surgery on him."

"A star player?"

"They spent a huge amount of money, but he got injured right after signing, which has had a negative impact on the shoe brand," Ji Xiang sighed, "There's no helping it, since they've come to me, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to say no."

"Who is it?"

"It seems his name is Victor Wembanyama."

(End of chapter)