Chapter 606: Asclepius in the World

Fan Dao does not know who Victor Wembanyama is; he does not watch basketball, only soccer.

However, this seems to be a rather good gimmick, and he begins to take an interest.

A star, a sports star, coming to China for surgery—that in itself is a gimmick. Plus, shrouded in the star halo, it seems like something worth doing!

But coming to China to find Ji Xiang for surgery, he shouldn't be any famous star; calling him a third-rate star would be a stretch.

Fan Dao then picks up his phone and begins to search for Wembanyama.

When he sees the string of brilliant credentials under Wembanyama's name, he is dumbfounded.

……

……

Zhao Zhe accompanies Ji Xiang to finish rounds, smiling as he writes the Medical Record.

Regarding this, Zhao Mengmeng expresses great envy. Coming to participate in a program, there is someone to do the work for him even for the rare Medical Record he has to write; the extent of Ji Xiang's prestige is beyond words.

"Doctor Ji Xiang, the program seems to be ending, are you really not going to stay?" Zhao Mengmeng asks timidly.

"Probably not." Ji Xiang does not say anything too definitive, still using that ambiguous tone of a Doctor.

"What a pity, I want to stay but I can't." Zhao Mengmeng is slightly regretful, but she smiles, "But this time can be considered a full harvest, at the very least I gained a paper in *The New England Journal of Medicine*."

As soon as Miao Zong hears about a top-tier paper, he drools with envy, transforming into Deputy Director Zou, just missing a surgical mask.

"Knock, knock, knock~"

A middle-aged man knocks on the door.

"Please come in." Miao Zong knows he is a Family Member; he is holding a silk banner, and one look tells him it was rushed overnight.

In a hospital, after a successful Emergency Rescue, receiving a silk banner is the most normal thing.

"Doctor Miao, hello." The Family Member bows slightly, "We are being discharged tomorrow. Thank you and the Director for performing the surgery during this unexpected accident."

"You're welcome, it's only right."

"We don't understand the hospital's rules, so we rushed to make a silk banner. Please don't mind it."

"How could I, how could I." Miao Zong answers politely and takes the silk banner.

Written on the silk banner are the four characters: "Miraculous Hands Bring Life Back."

The Family Member is a bit uneasy. Seeing the very formulaic smile on Miao Zong's face, he explains, "I really don't understand your hospital's rules, but you are still young, so I didn't dare to deliver the silk banner during the day."

"Uh..." Miao Zong is slightly stunned.

"This is to express my gratitude to you; you must accept it."

"Alright, alright, thank you." Miao Zong then chats with the Family Member for a long time.

He opens a folder, prints out the post-discharge precautions that were supposed to be given to the Patient the next day, and explains them item by item.

After more than ten minutes, having sent off the profusely grateful Family Member, Miao Zong still doesn't quite understand.

Zhao Zhe smiles like an old fox, "Miao, this Family Member is very thoughtful."

"Thoughtful? I didn't feel it. It's my first time receiving a silk banner in the middle of the night; it's strange."

"I used to be at a small hospital. There was a Nurse in our department who was exceptionally skilled at giving injections, and no matter how urgent things were, she always spoke in a slow, soft voice. She was also very gentle when inserting gastric tubes and urinary catheters for Patients."

"When the Patient was discharged, they gave her a silk banner separately, and it just happened to be during our shift change."

"Oh, that's a good thing." Miao Zong replies casually.

Zhao Zhe looks Miao Zong up and down for a few seconds, and seeing that he truly thinks so, he shakes his head slightly.

"Miao, the atmosphere in your department is truly good." Zhao Zhe praises him.

In his view, Miao Zong is a spoiled child.

"Of course, in other departments, second-line professors start cursing the moment they pick up the phone in the middle of the night. We are different; no matter who is on second-line duty, they don't mind coming in to perform surgery in the middle of the night." Miao Zong says, "I have a classmate... no, wait, Zhao Ge, you continue."

"That Nurse resigned very quickly." Zhao Zhe gives the answer directly.

"Resigned? Why?"

"The Head Nurse would assign her to all the support and overtime work, under the guise of her having high technical skills and treating Patients like family."

Miao Zong is stunned. He knows all too well about disgusting things like support and overtime. Further down the line, there are also methods like withholding annual leave or owed shifts; it is very simple for a Head Nurse to deal with a junior Nurse.

And the cause was just a silk banner.

Jealousy is one of the most basic human emotions.

Miao Zong understands immediately. He scratches his head, not knowing what to say, and laughs.

"The Family Member is not bad, worth associating with." Zhao Zhe laughs, then turns his head to look at Ji Xiang, "Xiao Ji, have you ever received a silk banner?"

"Me?" Ji Xiang thinks for a moment, "I received one once, when I was an intern."

"Not bad, to receive a silk banner as an intern." Miao Zong praises.

"I didn't want to either. The Family Member only wrote my name alone, without the Director or the supervising professor. How could I accept the silk banner?" Ji Xiang says.

"Later, what did you do?" Zhao Zhe looks at Ji Xiang curiously.

"It was the Family Member's heartfelt intention, so I was too embarrassed to say no."

"Right, so what did you do?" Miao Zong asks.

"I said that 'Hua Tuo Reborn' is a term from Traditional Chinese Medicine, and we are Western medicine."

"……"

"……"

"I cracked a few jokes with the Family Member, but the next morning they brought the silk banner back again."

"What kind of jokes?" Zhao Zhe keenly captures the key point in Ji Xiang's words.

"I said that for Western medicine, the silk banner should say 'Asclepius in the World, Hippocrates Reborn'."

"……"

The room falls into an eerie silence.

"Who is Asclepius?" Zhao Zhe asked in confusion.

"The god of medicine in ancient Greek mythology," Zhao Mengmeng whispered in explanation.

"Hehe." Ji Xiang scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed. "But the Family Member realized it wasn't good to write only my name, so after explaining it to me, they added a whole bunch of names and put me at the very end."

"Did they really write 'Asclepius come to life, Hippocrates reborn'?" Miao Zong asked with wide eyes.

"Yeah," Ji Xiang said. "It's not very fitting; bloodletting therapy was probably popular back then. They'd drain half a basin of blood first to balance the humors, and as for whether it worked or not, that was a matter for later."

"Hahaha." Zhao Zhe was amused and burst into laughter.

"And then?" Miao Zong asked with great interest.

"Our director really liked this silk banner. He has received at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, of them. They are all stacked together, and even when hung up, they are all the same. But this banner is very special; at the very least, it looks different from the others when hung up."

"That's true."

"When my internship ended, this silk banner was still hanging in his office."

Miao Zong gave Ji Xiang a deep look.

"Miao, the atmosphere in your department is truly great. I wasn't so lucky to meet a good director when I was young," Zhao Zhe looked at Miao Zong and said softly.

"It's alright. I did my internship, master's, and doctorate all at the Affiliated Hospital. At the very beginning, I was the public enemy of Gastrointestinal Surgery."

(End of chapter)