Chapter 675: One Wrong Step Leads to Eternal Sorrow, Looking Back, a Hundred Years Have Passed

"In the end, all that bullshit scientific research and those papers just gave birth to an industrial chain," Meng Qingfei grumbled.

"Meng Laoshi, do you really want to make money?" Ji Xiang asked.

Meng Qingfei waved his hand. "No need for you, you stay busy with your own work. In scientific research and papers, having your name attached is much more useful than giving gifts or treating people to dinner. Remember, whenever your department's Head Nurse or the nurses in the medication room have a chance, get your name on there. It doesn't have to be high up, just being in the top five authors is enough."

"Understood." Ji Xiang nodded firmly.

He committed every word Meng Qingfei said to his mind—no, he carved it into his mind.

These scattered bits of information were very important; without someone clear-headed to remind him, he certainly wouldn't have realized them on his own.

By the time he did realize, many things would already be a *fait accompli*.

"They don't know how to write a damn paper, nor can they do research, but the nursing side wants these messy things. If you add their names and give them a chance for promotion, it will be good for you in the future."

"I understand, Meng Laoshi," Ji Xiang said humbly.

Meng Qingfei looked at Ji Xiang, his eyes full of the gratification of seeing a student who could be molded.

But a moment later, the playfulness in his eyes faded, replaced by seriousness.

"This was my thinking fifteen years ago. Guess what I think now?"

Ji Xiang also became serious.

Through Empathy, Ji Xiang had experienced countless fragments of life, and these fragments had all sorts of influences on him.

But Ji Xiang was like a large water vat, taking in these various life fragments without them having a fatal impact on him.

This was also a type of talent.

Now, Meng Qingfei was about to instill his own content into Ji Xiang, and Ji Xiang pricked up his ears to listen.

"Existence is reasonable. When I was young, I always wanted to change the world, but in the end, I let the world change me," Meng Qingfei said. "If they want you to write, just write. A few papers, what's the big deal?"

"For me, writing papers and doing research—copying, pasting, and tweaking data—isn't that just like playing a game? When you're young, you're still too hot-blooded and can't bring yourself to do it."

Meng Qingfei didn't say much more, but beneath his simple words lay deep regret.

One wrong step leads to eternal sorrow, and looking back, a hundred years have passed; Ji Xiang felt it was much like that.

"Meng-er, take a look for me." The Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor walked to the door, poked their head in, and said to Meng Qingfei.

Meng Qingfei's level of skill was truly high; even in the Emergency Department, there were people who recognized it.

"What's wrong?"

"Here's the Medical Record. You take a look, I'm going to handle the Patient. I only just went to the Observation Ward for a moment, and so many people have piled up." The Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor grumbled, then left the Medical Record behind and hurried back to work without a moment's rest.

Today, the Emergency Internal Medicine department was super busy, while the Surgery Department was doing fine. Coupled with Ji Xiang helping out, Meng Qingfei was quite leisurely.

As Meng Qingfei and Ji Xiang looked at the Medical Record, Meng Qingfei said, "The first major emergency rescue I participated in is still fresh in my memory."

Speaking of major emergency rescues, Ji Xiang was full of interest.

"Meng Laoshi, tell me about it."

"A Patient with Liver Cirrhosis, esophageal varices, and portal hypertension was sent to the Digestive Medicine Department vomiting blood. It was the late nineties, and the hospital back then was dilapidated. Do you know what the only benefit was?"

"No doctor-patient disputes," Ji Xiang laughed.

"Xiao Ji, you're progressing really fast; you even have an understanding of doctor-patient disputes."

"Killing three warriors with two peaches, shifting the conflict—I understand."

Meng Qingfei looked up and gave Ji Xiang a deep look. He didn't comment on Ji Xiang's mention of the two peaches and three warriors, but instead lowered his head to continue looking at the Medical Record and the lab reports behind it.

"At that time, we used a Three-lumen Two-balloon Tube for this type of Patient. The tube was inserted, and the bleeding was temporarily relieved. Because the Patient's condition was very serious, the Third-line Professor on duty prepared to use Thrombin. That stuff was very rare in the hospital back then; having a few vials was treated like a treasure."

"He put the medicine into a tray and mixed it with Saline. The Professor reached out his hand—'Give me the tray.' He was preparing to use a Syringe to draw up the diluted Thrombin and then inject it down the stomach tube."

"As a result, a female student who wanted to curry favor but didn't understand what the Professor was doing went up, picked up the curved tray, poured out the mixed medicine, and handed the empty tray to the Professor."

"..." Ji Xiang's mind was filled with the scene. "Hahahaha."

"The Professor was also helpless; he could only use Saline mixed with Epinephrine to inject it. He originally wanted to see the effect of the Thrombin, but his plan was disrupted by someone a step ahead."

"Later, this girl... was still prone to causing trouble. This illness is very strange, Xiao Ji, what are your thoughts?"

Meng Qingfei chatted halfway through and returned to the Medical Record.

His thinking jumped around, but Ji Xiang could keep up. Ji Xiang wasn't Zhao Zhe; he had no interest in those things and preferred to talk about serious business.

"When the Patient first arrived, the liver function was slightly abnormal, but it was still okay," Ji Xiang said in chronological order. "After intravenous Famotidine, the liver function kept getting worse. My first feeling is that it was caused by the Famotidine."

"I'm getting old," Meng Qingfei sighed. He got up, went to the treatment room, and rummaged through the trash bag for a long time to find the instruction manual for Famotidine.

"Meng Laoshi, it's on the computer," Ji Xiang reminded him.

"My eyes are a bit blurry; I can't see things clearly on the computer," Meng Qingfei said. "I'm still used to reading the instruction manual."

The small print on the manual was even harder to distinguish than the text on the computer. Ji Xiang felt that Meng Qingfei was just set in his ways and didn't want to change.

Meng Qingfei took the Famotidine manual and started looking for side effects.

"A small number of patients may develop rashes or urticaria."

"Nervous/Spirit system: Common headaches, dizziness; fatigue, hallucinations, etc., may also occur. If this happens, Haloperidol can be used to control the symptoms."

"A small number of patients have dry mouth, nausea, vomiting, constipation, and diarrhea; occasionally, there is mild elevation of aminotransferase, and rare abdominal fullness and loss of appetite."

"It's here!" After finding it, Meng Qingfei frowned. "Occasionally mild elevation of transaminase. Theoretically, if the manual adds words like 'occasionally' and 'mild,' there shouldn't be any big problems."

Ji Xiang had the same thought as Meng Qingfei; he also felt there shouldn't be any major issues.

He held his breath and entered the System Operating Room.

Meng Qingfei continued reading line by line.

After reading the manual, he started looking at the Medical Record again.

The logic was relatively clear; it should be caused by the Famotidine, but the Patient's transaminase elevation was very significant, which was different from the results in Clinical practice.

"Meng Laoshi, I have an opinion," Ji Xiang suddenly said.

"Go ahead."

"Although Famotidine is relatively safe, pharmacokinetics show that 20% of it is metabolized by the liver."

When liver function is impaired, slow metabolism easily leads to excessively high drug concentrations; 30% of the oral dose and 65%–80% of the intravenous dose are excreted through the Kidney, and there have already been reports of this drug causing liver and Kidney function damage."

"How about we stop the Famotidine and try using Liver-protecting Medicine instead?"

(End of chapter)