Chapter 657: Alternative

"Huh? Really?"

"No way, I haven't heard of anyone using Interventional Surgery to treat hemorrhoids."

Zhao Xiangming shook his head; his expression didn't reveal whether he was rejecting anyone's opinion.

Zheng Yunqi said, "A few years ago... when so-and-so was still here, they came to me and said we could start performing Interventional Surgery to treat hemorrhoids. The principle is to embolize the blood-supplying arteries. They said for patients with clear surgical contraindications, Interventional Surgery could be done."

"At the time, I thought, the Interventional Department's hands are long enough to reach into my Anorectal Department. I just gave a perfunctory response to brush them off, and I haven't paid any attention to it since." Zheng Yunqi looked at Zhao Xiangming. "Lao Zhao, do you know about this?"

"I know. It was researched by doctors in Germany. The Spring Coils they use are all custom-made; one Spring Coil costs tens of thousands of euros."

"..."

"..."

Everyone stared in astonishment.

"Besides, if you look into it carefully, if you're going to use Interventional Surgery, that's the Vascular Department's job. Why is it that whenever there's a profitable project, they look for the Vascular Department, but only think of me when it's time to wipe someone's ass?"

"Isn't it because you, Lao Zhao, wipe asses so well, so wonderfully, and so perfectly?" someone joked.

"I won't do it," Zhao Xiangming said very firmly. "And it has absolutely nothing to do with my Interventional Department."

"I didn't say it had anything to do with you. I'm definitely going to request a hospital-wide consultation tomorrow, and Bai Chuzhang will probably look for you then. Sigh, what kind of illness is it? How does a simple Internal Hemorrhoid Surgery result in bleeding..."

"Director Zheng, aren't you going back to check on them?" someone asked with concern.

"Not checking," Zheng Yunqi said very resolutely.

"???"

Seeing the strange expressions on everyone else's faces, Zheng Yunqi sighed helplessly.

"The patient is using sanitary pads now. Last time they bled, the patient asked me a few questions. I couldn't answer, and they threw the sanitary pad right in my face. Damn it! Covered in blood, it disgusted me to death."

"Hahaha."

Cheerful laughter erupted at the dining table.

It was a slow-diagnosis patient, so there was no worry about various blood-borne infectious diseases; Zheng Yunqi had likely already checked everything, so it should be fine.

Having someone throw a blood-soaked sanitary pad in your face, all warm and wet... no one had ever experienced that before.

There was no point in talking more about this; requesting a consultation was the best solution.

The next day.

At nine in the morning, after the ward rounds for each department were finished, the Anorectal Department solemnly contacted all relevant departments through the Medical Affairs Department for a hospital-wide consultation.

Liu Zhi did not go to the consultation; this illness had absolutely nothing to do with the Urology Department.

But he came anyway, arriving for the consultation with Ji Xiang and... Lin Jiuze.

Lin Jiuze hadn't received his advanced training paperwork yet, but procedure is procedure; coming to the department to take a look first wouldn't affect anyone else.

As for Ji Xiang, Bai Chuzhang had called him personally to have him come and participate in the hospital-wide consultation.

Usually, similar consultations are presided over by Lu Gang on behalf of the Medical Affairs Department, but this time Bai Chuzhang was presiding personally, raising the level by a notch.

The attending doctor under Zheng Yunqi reported the patient's condition, and everyone began to discuss.

Bai Chuzhang watched silently, more often than not casting his gaze toward Ji Xiang.

But things were different now; every time Bai Chuzhang looked at Ji Xiang, he felt uncomfortable.

It wasn't because Ji Xiang was full of pride after participating in the variety show, but because there was a transparent person sitting next to Ji Xiang.

Whenever his peripheral vision landed on Lin Jiuze, Bai Chuzhang felt his frontal lobe was under severe interference, even causing his eyes to cross.

It was unbearable.

Bai Chuzhang detested this Expert from Massachusetts, so he could only try to look at Ji Xiang as little as possible.

The directors of the relevant departments in the hospital spoke, but they basically said useless garbage; it seemed no one had any insights into the patient's persistent bleeding after Internal Hemorrhoid Surgery.

"Ji Yisheng Xiang, tell us your thoughts." Bai Chuzhang had no choice but to use his trump card.

He didn't look at Ji Xiang, nor did he want to, as he tapped the table and spoke.

"Bai Chuzhang, I haven't seen the patient yet," Ji Xiang said. "May I go take a look first?"

Bai Chuzhang nodded. Watching Ji Xiang and... Lin Jiuze walk out of the office, Bai Chuzhang felt his eyes were a bit sore.

Recovering from his cross-eyed state, Bai Chuzhang scanned the directors in the office.

"Close the door and speak. Everyone, stop with the empty talk; keep it simple," Bai Chuzhang said.

"Director Bai, I can't tell what's going on," one director said obediently, using the simplest way to put it.

"The patient's condition is very strange. The Anorectal Department has done all the relevant examinations, and other than some minor, unimportant issues, there's nothing special. If it really comes to it, I suggest the patient go to the Imperial Capital to take a look."

Bai Chuzhang glared at him.

Go to the Imperial Capital? Let the patient go while wearing a sanitary pad?

What if they have a massive hemorrhage and die halfway there!

"Bai Chuzhang, let's contact Peking Union Medical College Hospital and see what their thoughts are."

This was a relatively sound suggestion.

Over the years, Bai Chuzhang had been painstaking in his efforts, always maintaining contact with the side at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, all so he would have external reinforcements when encountering difficult problems.

But it was best not to use this connection; if it had to be used, it should be for a high-end, prestigious disease.

Bleeding after Internal Hemorrhoid Surgery—saying that out loud would make Peking Union Medical College Hospital laugh at them.

It looked like his own directors truly couldn't solve it. If it really came to it... Bai Chuzhang sighed inwardly.

"You all keep talking; I'm going to go check on Xiao Ji."

Saying this, Bai Chuzhang walked out of the office with his hands behind his back.

"Does Director Bai really think Doctor Xiao Ji can solve it?"

"Have you been watching too many variety shows?"

"Ji Yisheng performed the surgery well, and he's a good person too. Yesterday he gave me a signed jersey from Neymar; a ten-year dream finally came true!"

After Bai Chuzhang walked out of the office, the directors in the room began to chat about daily life.

The Patient's condition... is hard to describe in a few words; it belongs to the category of difficult and complicated cases. It has already been discussed, and no one believes they can solve it, so the rest will have to wait for Bai Chuzhang to contact Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

Bai Chuzhang walked to the entrance of the ward but did not go in. He saw Lin Jiuze holding a notebook, writing and drawing on it; Ji Xiang was chatting with the Patient, looking very cordial and familiar.

Someone who didn't know better would think Ji Xiang and the Patient were old friends of many years.

"Doctor Xiao Ji, you look a bit different than you do on TV." The Patient sat on the bed, chatting with Ji Xiang with great interest.

"You look a size wider on TV, that's why those female celebrities try so hard to lose weight."

"No, no, no, I mean you look much better in person than on TV." The Patient explained, "By the way, Doctor Xiao Ji, was Neymar's surgery really performed by you?"

Ji Xiang nodded.

"How is the post-operative result?"

"Not bad. It's still in the recovery period, so we still need to observe before he can go onto the field to play."

"He'll be able to participate in next year's World Cup, right?"

"From my perspective, there shouldn't be any problem."

The Patient clenched both fists, his face full of excitement.

Bai Chuzhang felt helpless.

He had been practicing medicine for decades and had never seen a doctor who turned taking a medical history into a chat.

Ji Xiang was just that kind of outlier.

(End of this chapter)