Chapter 718: Fox

"Tsk." Lin Jiuze made a strange sound.

Zhao Zhe was curious; he lowered his head to look at the ground and asked in a low voice, "Doctor Lin, is it like this in the United States? It shouldn't be, right?"

"Who says so?"

"Huh?" Zhao Zhe was surprised; he had thought this kind of thing could only be encountered domestically.

"The richer people are, the more they like this kind of thing. For example, when Jobs got Pancreatic Cancer, his type was relatively mild, and the consensus was that if treated in time, there was a very high probability it would be fine. But some of Jobs's strange actions delayed the time, so he only lasted 8 years."

Zhao Zhe clicked his tongue.

Pancreatic Cancer, "only" lasted 8 years.

How these words sounded together, no matter how you looked at it, they didn't fit.

"What did Jobs believe in?" Zhao Zhe asked.

Lin Jiuze didn't speak, but instead stared at Ji Xiang out of the corner of his eye.

Ji Xiang seemed not to have heard his conversation with Zhao Zhe and turned to go straight after Bai Chuzhang.

"Is there a lot of this kind of thing domestically?" Lin Jiuze asked.

"Not much. If there is, it's all done sneakily. Only that time at Tiantan was it done on a larger scale." Zhao Zhe looked at the ground, following at Ji Xiang's heels, not even daring to look at Lin Jiuze.

Ji Xiang wasn't worried about the Patient; he had experienced the Patient's condition through Empathy in the System Operating Room and had a clear diagnosis. He had already told Lu Gang, who should be able to provide the correct treatment.

Now, Ji Xiang was more concerned about where this group of people was going next, and why Bai Chuzhang had such an unhappy look on his face yet still had to force a smile to accompany them.

Following behind Bai Chuzhang, he saw him chatting and laughing with that "Master," constantly praising them and expressing his admiration for the Master.

This person really knew how to talk to people in their own language, Ji Xiang laughed to himself.

Just now, looking at Bai Chuzhang's expression, he could clearly feel how much unhappiness was hidden beneath his serious face, but Bai Chuzhang had done it almost seamlessly. Except for those who knew him, others would find it hard to notice.

Now, Bai Chuzhang was constantly buttering them up, saying flattering words.

As Ji Xiang thought about it, he suddenly felt a bit sad.

He didn't know how Bai Chuzhang had spent these years, or why a technical backbone would become like this after being worn down by society for a while.

Perhaps this was also growth?

Perhaps, this was what they called growth.

They arrived at the operating room, and before entering the door, Bai Chuzhang looked back and, seeing Ji Xiang following, waved his hand.

Ji Xiang was a bit puzzled; this group of people was walking through the main entrance instead of the changing room.

The sterile environment of the operating room...

This matter simply smashed Ji Xiang's medical worldview to pieces.

"Bai Chuzhang, don't we need to change clothes?" Ji Xiang came to Bai Chuzhang's side and asked in a low voice.

"The emergency surgery was moved to the Hybrid operating room for intervention. We'll just take a look and leave, then disinfect; it won't delay anything," Bai Chuzhang said, also feeling somewhat helpless.

Ji Xiang let out a breath; this must have been a remedial measure Bai Chuzhang came up with.

As for who had asked for it, Ji Xiang could guess even with his heels.

Zhao Zhe wanted to enter, but seeing Bai Chuzhang's cold gaze, he sheepishly hid far away.

Closing the door, Ji Xiang still wanted to say a few words to Bai Chuzhang, but he had already walked to the side of that Master again. Along with them was the Dean of the Second Affiliated Hospital.

This could be considered a gathering of distinguished guests, Ji Xiang scratched his head.

Ji Xiang had heard Ji Yongchang talk about similar things; Ji Yongchang didn't have any particular rejection of this, only telling Ji Xiang that people with real ability did exist, though they were rare.

However, the vast majority of those walking in the mundane world were swindlers.

What about the one before him?

Ji Xiang's gaze fell on the woman with the fox face.

Many internet celebrities went for a fox face when getting plastic surgery; perhaps this was a "sequela" left behind by Daji, who knows.

But no matter what, the person before him had a true fox face; it looked as if she was just missing a big tail swishing back and forth behind her.

In a trance, Ji Xiang even had a slight hallucination, feeling that she was like a real fox walking back and forth in front, with an alternative charm in every gesture.

Ji Xiang suddenly remembered a joke from the operating room—when women praise each other, saying someone is a beauty or looks good, those are all lies. Only when using descriptive terms like "vixen" or "slut" can it prove the other person is truly good-looking.

Now, a vixen was right before his eyes.

"Xin Dashi, then I will trouble you," the Dean of the Second Affiliated Hospital said respectfully and in a low voice.

"I'll go take a look." The woman walked slowly into the Operating Room.

She looked left and right, seeing no special movements, and her expression didn't even change.

A few minutes later, she walked out, "I am a bit tired."

The Dean hurriedly said, "Would you like to go to the Duty Room to rest for a while?"

The woman nodded.

Bai Chuzhang could no longer get close; he stood behind the crowd, without the slightest expression.

But Ji Xiang knew the anxiety and unease deep within Bai Chuzhang's heart.

After that woman went to the Duty Room to rest, the Dean chatted with the others, Bai Chuzhang snuck away, and Ji Xiang followed him to the changing room downstairs.

Entering the changing room, Bai Chuzhang kicked the bench used for changing clothes.

"Boom—"

"Bai Chuzhang, please calm your anger," Ji Xiang comforted him.

"What the hell is all this!" Bai Chuzhang said indignantly.

His voice was extremely low, and Ji Xiang could barely hear what Bai Chuzhang was saying.

Even though there were only him and Ji Xiang here.

"Bai Chuzhang, have a cigarette." Ji Xiang fished a cigarette out of his pocket and handed it to Bai Chuzhang.

Bai Chuzhang took the cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"Is that the boss's idea?"

"Why are you talking like that too?" Bai Chuzhang glanced at Ji Xiang.

"Hehe, everyone says so."

"Pretty much, no other way." Bai Chuzhang took two puffs of his cigarette, calmed his mood, and said, "In the Imperial Capital, there are Shiwan Renchebo; without a market, where would all this demand come from?"

"We don't seem to have that many in the Provincial Hospital."

"A classmate's wife, over forty, started getting obsessed with this stuff. They've been driving a ten-year-old Camry, yet she worships others and bought someone a Land Rover," Bai Chuzhang said.

"..."

Ji Xiang had no experience with this and just listened quietly to Bai Chuzhang's rambling.

If there is anger in one's heart, it's fine once it's vented; it doesn't really matter.

Moreover, having experienced Empathy with a Patient suffering from Mental Illness, plus that time involving the draining of human lifespan, and with Shen Lang on the side acting confused while knowing the truth, Ji Xiang's acceptance level was much higher.

"As long as nothing goes wrong, let them make a fuss," Ji Xiang advised.

"Nothing goes wrong? Do you really think there are unclean things in the Operating Room?" Bai Chuzhang said.

"Normally speaking, there shouldn't be. I know little about it, but which Operating Room hasn't seen a hundred or eighty people die? If something were to happen, it would have happened long ago; it wouldn't wait until now," Ji Xiang said. "If the number of deaths is low, it just means the hospital hasn't been operating for long."

"Their brains are all f***ing waterlogged," Bai Chuzhang cursed bitterly again.

"Bai Chuzhang, you're worried about the Operating Room being shut down for too long, right?" Ji Xiang advised. "Just treat it as letting the machines rest and re-sterilizing."

"It's laminar flow," Bai Chuzhang said, leaving the sentence hanging.

(End of chapter)