Chapter 707: Rescue, why wouldn't you rescue!

"What I mean is—you need to be extra careful. Don't go into Lao Wangtou's ward if you aren't wearing a white coat. Otherwise, if something happens one day, don't blame your Lang Ge for not warning you."

"Oh, I see."

Seeing Ji Xiang's indifferent expression, Shen Lang felt a sense of dullness.

He sighed, filled with frustration at the other's lack of ambition.

"Lang Ge, what are you sighing for?"

"You really are quite boring. Such an interesting piece of gossip, how come none of you care?" Shen Lang was also helpless.

"Heh." Ji Xiang smiled, "It is very interesting, truly interesting."

Seeing Ji Xiang say this, Shen Lang knew Ji Xiang was just brushing him off, which made him even more helpless.

He waved his hand, stubbed out his cigarette, and after dousing a few cigarette butts with water, threw them into the trash can.

This was the Cardiothoracic Surgery department; the ward was large and there were many patients. Ji Xiang began to learn with great interest what exactly Zhou Jiaoshou's department could do.

This was much more interesting than Shen Lang's gossip, at least that was what Ji Xiang thought.

After working for a day, just before getting off work, Zhou Jiaoshou walked into the office with his hands behind his back.

Ji Xiang stood up immediately.

He was full of trust and admiration for the strong toward Zhou Jiaoshou.

It seemed that apart from the system NPC, in Ji Xiang's perception, Zhou Jiaoshou was the strongest person.

Every time he descended from the heavens, he would solve the problem, like a hero stepping on colorful auspicious clouds.

"Xiao Ji, you've just arrived at the department, adapt for a while first. If you have any questions, tell me," Zhou Jiaoshou said gently.

"Alright!" Ji Xiang agreed with a smile.

"Also, I have one thing to instruct you."

Ji Xiang focused his attention.

Zhou Jiaoshou didn't speak, but instead looked at the door.

Ji Xiang was very sharp; it didn't take him a second to understand, and he went to close the door.

Zhou Jiaoshou smiled slightly, very satisfied.

"Xiao Ji, for Lao Wangtou in the high-end room, be cautious when you handle things. If you can let Shen Lang do it, let him do it. You just watch more."

"!!!" Ji Xiang didn't expect that this was what Zhou Jiaoshou was talking to him about!

How could the professional Zhou Congwen, Zhou Jiaoshou, start believing in these ghosts and gods?

This isn't scientific!

Performing surgery on Neymar, the surgical technique was named after the initials of the system NPC and Zhou Jiaoshou. In Ji Xiang's heart, Zhou Jiaoshou was a big shot with vast knowledge, the kind of big shot who would make the medical world tremble just by stomping his feet.

Never expected that the thick-browed and big-eyed Zhou Congwen would actually believe in this!

"Director, I didn't understand what you meant," Ji Xiang stiffened his neck, the stubbornness in his heart rising, and said in a low voice.

Zhou Jiaoshou was not displeased. He squinted at Ji Xiang, and after scrutinizing him for about 2 seconds, said, "You've seen the caregivers for Lao Wangtou now, right?"

"I've seen them. He has two grandsons as caregivers, but they rarely come."

"Neither of them is a good sort," Zhou Jiaoshou said. "As a doctor, you must learn to read faces. This is a task for you. Look at Lao Wangtou less. His illness is nothing, he's just old, suffering from multiple organ failure, and can't be saved."

Ji Xiang's heart stirred slightly.

"But Lao Wangtou's two grandsons are quite typical, alternative family members of patients."

"Director, how so?" Ji Xiang asked.

Zhou Jiaoshou stood up, left with his hands behind his back and his waist hunched, not even patting Ji Xiang on the head three times.

Watching Zhou Jiaoshou's back, Ji Xiang felt that the shadow was a bit like the system NPC, as if they were cast from the same mold.

Does this count as a hint from the NPC? Ji Xiang recalled Zhou Jiaoshou's words, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart.

Lao Wangtou has two grandsons; they rarely appear, but every time they do, something happens.

Each of them is stubborn and unreasonable, has a bad relationship with the nurses, and picks faults as soon as they appear.

Is this what Zhou Jiaoshou was talking about? Similar family members of patients are indeed very difficult to communicate with.

This time, the Empathy was quite boring. First, he listened to some random gossip, and then Zhou Jiaoshou assigned a task.

But Lao Wangtou's two grandsons rarely came to see him, and there wasn't even a private nurse; it was always the doctors and nurses taking care of him.

Ji Xiang had no idea where the content of the Empathy was.

However, Shen Lang was always appearing by Ji Xiang's side. He even told Ji Xiang in all seriousness that if there was any disturbance on Lao Wangtou's side, he should call him directly, and he would rush over from home.

If this spirit of gossip were used in medicine, how much would the technical level improve?!

Ji Xiang felt it was a pity; it was a waste of Shen Lang's good physique, a standard workhorse.

One day, Ji Xiang was on duty.

At 11:30 PM, the sound of an argument came from outside the door.

Ji Xiang shuffled out in his slippers to take a look and saw Lao Wangtou's two grandsons arguing in the hallway.

Lao Wangtou's condition was just as Zhou Jiaoshou said: there was no disease, he was just old. No matter how many injections or medicines he was given, it was useless.

For the past few days, Shen Lang, who was in charge of the bed, had been calling his two grandsons, asking them to come to the hospital so he could communicate with them.

But his two grandsons wouldn't come at all, and when Shen Lang called too much, they simply cursed him out.

Why did they come in the middle of the night? Ji Xiang was a bit puzzled.

But he remembered Shen Lang's instructions and turned back to call Shen Lang.

Shen Lang, who was already groggy with sleep, became energetic the moment he heard that Lao Wangtou's grandsons had arrived, and told Ji Xiang he would be there immediately.

He also told Ji Xiang to listen carefully to what the two were saying.

Ji Xiang didn't poke his head out; he opened the door a crack and listened carefully.

"Resuscitate, of course we have to resuscitate, why wouldn't we resuscitate! How much is the old man's monthly retirement pension? Just like that, not resuscitating? Are you crazy?"

Someone said.

"There's no point in emergency treatment, it would be better to go home."

"No point? The old geezer gets a 20,000 yuan monthly retirement pension; I haven't seen you take any less of it."

"!!!" Ji Xiang was stunned; a 20,000 yuan monthly retirement pension, that is too generous.

"I'm talking about the medical condition, it has nothing to do with that."

"How does it have nothing to do with it? The old geezer had an old superior who lasted a year and a half in the ICU; every extra day he lived meant more money, why wouldn't you!"

"Damn it, it doesn't even cost you money, it's all covered by the hospital, just make a phone call."

"Grandpa is suffering," the other grandson said.

"So you're the only damn good person here!"

"That's not what I meant, I just brought you here to discuss it together."

"What's there to discuss? Go straight to the ICU, put on all the machines that should be used; if the hospital kills a perfectly fine person, I'll smash their Director's Office!"

A bolt of lightning flashed through Ji Xiang's mind.

So that's how it is!

No wonder the Patient Liu Zhuren brought him to see had no therapeutic value at all, yet he still requested a hospital-wide consultation.

No wonder all the department heads remained silent, playing dumb while knowing the truth.

No wonder everyone had such complicated emotions.

Understood! After a surge of joy, Ji Xiang immediately felt dazed.

This matter is very contradictory.

Outside, Lao Wangtou's two grandsons were arguing, just like two little people fighting inside Ji Xiang's heart.

The grandson who requested discharge was right.

There is no point in continuing treatment; it only makes the old man suffer for nothing.

(End of this chapter)