Chapter 71: Bringing a Parent to Surgery?

Ji Xiang returned the Zebra Guidewire to Wu Zong.

"That's enough."

Wu Zong took the endoscope and glanced at it, subconsciously muttering, "How did it get in?"

Just now, he had only seen that Ji Xiang's hand posture was exceptionally standard, and even the vaguely visible threshold had become a bit clearer; Wu Zong had gained some insight.

But he hadn't expected Ji Xiang to actually twist the guide wire and feed it into the ureter, successfully placing the catheter.

This was simply a myth.

The anesthesiologist hadn't noticed this scene on the operating table at all, while the circulating nurse looked at Wu Zong in horror, blinking hard as if what she had just seen was an illusion.

How difficult it is for a Zebra Guidewire to find the ureteral orifice, the circulating nurse who assists in the operating room knows perfectly well.

Her teasing Wu Zong a couple of times was just casual banter; otherwise, if everyone just sat face-to-face without speaking, they would definitely be depressed within half a year.

In the vast majority of cases, whether it is Wu Qingshi performing it, Liu Zhuren performing it, or other attending professors performing laser lithotripsy, the pressure of a perfusion hydraulic pump is needed to easily find the ureteral orifice.

What was unexpected was that the little Standardized Training Student that Wu Zong brought onto the stage had succeeded in one go.

"Doctor Ji, how did you do that?" Seeing that Ji Xiang didn't speak, Wu Zong repeated the question.

"Wu Zong, let's do the surgery first." Ji Xiang held the Zebra Guidewire with one hand and retreated to the assistant's position.

Solving the problem without using 【Gaze of the Superior Doctor】, Ji Xiang was very satisfied.

But +3 Experience Points seemed a bit low; Ji Xiang pondered where the problem lay.

Wu Zong was stunned for a moment, then gave a wry smile.

He had wanted to give Ji Xiang some benefits, but his deepest inner thought was to teach him how to conduct himself—for a Standardized Training Doctor, the most important thing is to learn and lay a good foundation, not to...

However,

Ji Xiang's successful operation of the Zebra Guidewire to place the catheter left Wu Zong unable to say a single word of nonsense.

At this very moment, he truly felt like he had performed a sliding tackle and successfully delivered himself into a tiger's belly.

It was a fluke, it must have been a fluke.

Wu Zong made excuses for himself in his heart.

The surgery continued; although Wu Zong was slightly distracted, Ji Xiang, who was by his side, cooperated quite well, steadily breaking up the large stones and taking them out bit by bit.

After the surgery was finished, Ji Xiang went to send the Patient off, and the circulating nurse came to Wu Zong.

"Wu Laozong, who did you bring up here?"

"..." Wu Zong was also somewhat bewildered.

"Bringing a parent to surgery? Can you even do that?"

"!!!"

"Is that a student of your Lao Liu? Why is he so young?" the circulating nurse asked.

Wu Zong didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Sister, that's one of our Standardized Training Students." Wu Zong told the truth.

"Standardized Training Student? Don't talk nonsense." The circulating nurse said with disdain, "I was there when your Urology Department first started laser lithotripsy; your Lao Liu took 5 hours for the first surgery."

As she spoke, the circulating nurse stretched out her hand, shaking five bright fingers in front of Wu Zong.

"At that time, it was so difficult for Lao Liu that his eyes almost drilled into the bladder," the circulating nurse said. "Someone even suggested cutting a small opening to stuff the Zebra Guidewire in."

"..."

Wu Zong sighed deeply.

The circulating nurse was putting it harshly, saying things like stuffing his eyes into the bladder... At the time, Liu Zhuren had just strained his eyes looking at the screen, and his face had almost touched the lens; it wasn't that exaggerated.

"Later, it was the people from the Interventional Department who came to help feed the guide wire in. It's been better these past few years; Lao Liu has nimble hands and learns things quickly."

"Don't even mention yourself; even if you let your Lao Liu come, it's impossible for him to do it this smoothly."

"Sister, you know how difficult this surgery is. The bladder isn't a sheet of paper, flat and smooth; there are so many folds inside, and the ureter..."

"Nonsense, look at that little Standardized Training Student; he fed the Zebra Guidewire in all at once."

"I... I..." Wu Zong stammered.

"You what?" The circulating nurse frowned. "You think it was a fluke?"

Wu Zong didn't speak; he remembered the cavernous body puncture and the air embolism, when Ji Xiang had solved the problem with a tube of Erythromycin Ointment.

Several images superimposed together, making the entire surgical process even more chaotic and unclear.

"Strange." The circulating nurse didn't have much time; after saying a few words to Wu Zong, she started tidying up to prepare for the next surgery.

Wu Zong pondered for a long time and decided to let Ji Xiang do the next surgery from the beginning while he watched carefully.

But this was a Level 3 surgery, and there were definitely taboos against letting a Standardized Training Student perform it; Wu Zong decided to keep his eyes wide open and polished, and if Ji Xiang made any improper move in any step, he would immediately call a stop.

"Wu Laozong, you don't look right today." The anesthesiologist finished his preparations and, while waiting for the Patient to be brought onto the table, chatted with a smile.

"It's nothing." Wu Zong's head was full of Ji Xiang, just like a young girl in first love, with dopamine secreting wildly in his body, causing his little face to be flushed red.

"It's really not easy for you guys who are Chief Residents," the anesthesiologist said. "You spend your days in the hospital and aren't allowed to go home. By the way, Wu Laozong, did you not sleep well yesterday? Were you called up many times in the middle of the night? Your state isn't right today."

Wu Zong sat in the corner, distracted, waiting for Ji Xiang and the circulating nurse's student to bring the next Patient up.

He directly ignored the anesthesiologist's chatty remarks.

"Not sleeping well is indeed like this."

As he spoke, a hint of a smile suddenly appeared in the anesthesiologist's eyes.

"Wu Laozong, speaking of which, when you were woken up by the nurse early this morning..."

His tone had already begun to drift.

"Huh?"

Wu Zong sensed that something was wrong.

"When I was in college, I rented a house outside the school with my girlfriend." The anesthesiologist raised his middle finger and pushed up his glasses. "At first, my girlfriend would make me breakfast every day and wake me up."

"And then? They just called me to wake up, there wasn't even any breakfast."

"Why no breakfast? Afraid the food would get cold?" The Circulating Nurse understood the implication immediately.

As long as one is accustomed to it, no matter how fast the speed is, it is stationary.

"Hahaha." The Anesthesia Doctor laughed with a hint of smugness.

"Keep bragging!" the Circulating Nurse said with disdain.

Wu Zong paused for a moment before understanding what the Anesthesia Doctor meant.

When one is young in university, it is indeed impossible to be woken up by a girlfriend.

"Hehe."

Even with many worries on their mind, Wu Zong couldn't help but laugh when thinking of those carefree university days.

"What's your mindset when you're woken up by a Nurse?" the Anesthesia Doctor asked.

"Don't even mention it." Wu Zong was full of spirit. "Luckily, our department doesn't have any particularly urgent emergencies. I heard the Chief Resident of the Circulatory Internal Medicine Department was almost complained about once."

"How so?"

"A Patient had a Myocardial Infarction, and he was sleeping in a daze. When told the person was dying, he ran out barefoot. Then... hahaha." Wu Zong laughed loudly. "But it was nothing. The job of a Resident Chief, after doing it for a month or two, you're as tired as a dog. When you wake up early, you have zero reaction."

Just as they were talking, Ji Xiang brought the Patient in.

Wu Zong's gaze immediately fell on Ji Xiang, watching this strange young man without blinking.

The things just mentioned dissipated like smoke and clouds, leaving no trace behind.

Ji Xiang held the Medical Record. After entering, he first verified the Patient's identity, then inserted the Patient's film into the film viewer, and verified the name and age printed on the film once more.

His behavior was so seasoned that Wu Zong couldn't take his eyes off him.

Was something wrong?

Ji Xiang was doing very well, even carrying a very standard academic air; all steps were carried out strictly according to Clinical rules and regulations.

He was as steady as an old dog that had lost its teeth, without a shred of a young person's rashness or recklessness.

After verifying the Patient's information, the Patient lay on the operating table according to Ji Xiang's instructions.

Ji Xiang took off the Patient's pants. "Put your legs on the racks."

"Doctor..."

The Patient felt a bit embarrassed, looking at Ji Xiang pitifully.

This position was very shameful; a grown man probably had never been in a similar position in his life.

The unfamiliarity brought a special sense of fear.

"Have you ever ridden a giant pendulum ride?" Ji Xiang didn't rush to scrub his hands or prepare for disinfection, but instead spoke to the Patient.

"No, it looks scary. If you fall off from up there, you'd be a puddle of meat paste." The Patient was successfully led astray by Ji Xiang.

"Me too." Ji Xiang smiled. "I was terrified the first time I played it, almost peed my pants. For a long time after, I didn't dare to play again. Later, I found a method and wasn't afraid anymore."

"What method?"

"Standing below and watching."

"..."

"Just endure it for a moment, it'll be fine." Ji Xiang lifted one of the Patient's legs and placed it on the rack. "Pay attention to your diet in the future, drink more water, and exercise more. We'll stand below and watch, and definitely won't get back on."

"Uh... will that really work?"

"Of course. After the surgery, the Nurse and the ward Doctor will give you health guidance. If you feel it's not detailed enough, you can search online."

"As long as you pay attention, the possibility of a recurrence is not high." Ji Xiang helped the Patient get into position and gave a chuckle. "You only have to do this once; we Doctors have it much harder."

"Ah?" The Patient was stunned.

The Doctor is standardly standing below and watching, what could be hard about that?

"Our Urology Department has prostate exams, you know that, right?"

"I know, I've had one."

The Patient gradually forgot about lying on the operating table in the Lithotomy Position. His thinking was led away by Ji Xiang to another world.

"When I was an intern in school, I went to the Outpatient Department with my teacher." Ji Xiang chatted with the Patient while nimbly tidying up things.

His attitude while chatting was very casual, looking exactly like a battle-hardened surgeon, having nothing to do with a green Standardized Training Student.

Just listening to him chat with the Patient, no one would think this was a student who had just arrived in the Clinical setting.

"One day, my teacher and I were getting off work when the teacher was stopped by a Patient. The Patient asked if he could provide a one or two-week prostate massage."

"!!!" The Patient widened his eyes. "Why?"

"Hahaha." Ji Xiang laughed. "What do you think? My teacher was very angry at the time, but he got over it quickly and even joked that after he retires, he'll open a small clinic specifically to give people prostate massages."

"..."

Everyone was speechless.

The speed at which this little Standardized Training Student was driving was much faster than Wu Zong's. By comparison, Wu Zong seemed young and immature.

"We encounter this kind of thing too often."

As Ji Xiang said this, he went to scrub his hands to prepare for disinfection.

The Circulating Nurse looked deeply at Ji Xiang's back, then her gaze fell on Wu Zong, asking silently.

Wu Zong let out a breath, and his mask was blown high.

Compared to surgical techniques, these few sentences Ji Xiang exchanged with the Patient revealed a deeper strangeness.

The Patient was no longer nervous, and the sense of shame was not as strong as before; instead, he was muttering to himself in surprise, seemingly pondering the matter of being massaged on the prostate.

In Wu Zong's heart, the evaluation of Ji Xiang rose by another level.

Just a moment ago, there was still some hesitation about whether to let Ji Xiang do the surgery from start to finish. After hearing the exchange between Ji Xiang and the Patient, Wu Zong had an idea in his mind.

(End of this chapter)