Chapter 747: What You Think Hanging Is

After leaving, Bai Chuzhang asked, "Xiao Ji, has work been going smoothly lately?"

"All the teachers are very caring, including the nurse teachers, so it's going quite smoothly." Ji Xiang reported his recent work to Bai Chuzhang.

Lin Jiuze's nominal workstation spans two departments—the Urology Department and the Orthopedics Department.

There are very few precedents for this in the country; here, Lin Jiuze's status as a returned Expert is very important, as it can shut many people's mouths.

As for the relevant Patients, because of the publicity from the variety show, plus the fact that Ji Xiang is "generous" in his actions, and the people around him have all been "bought off" by his free SCI papers one after another, things are currently going smoothly.

Of course, this "buying off" is, to a certain extent, even more important.

Every supernova's sudden rise must face many setbacks; after all, there is only so much food, and if one person eats more, others will eat less.

Even if there is growth, it is inevitable that one will be envied.

It is just that Ji Xiang inadvertently cleared away all obstacles within the department and the surrounding area.

Bai Chuzhang is clear on this point; he even finds Ji Xiang somewhat unfathomable.

If what this kid does were done by Zhao Zhe, one could call it seasoned; but coming from him, it gives one the feeling of someone with a good family background who doesn't care about anything.

Or rather, Ji Xiang's luck is truly good.

"If you have any difficulties, come find me."

"You got it." Ji Xiang smiled, "Bai Chuzhang, thank you for your hard work."

"You're too kind."

……

The days passed plainly, and Ji Xiang was not anxious because of the Long-term Main Quest I—obtaining the National Outstanding Youth Science Fund.

It was just a Long-term Main Quest, and Ji Xiang had a solution.

If it really didn't work, he could go home and find his parents...

But unless he was forced into a desperate situation, Ji Xiang would not do that.

One night.

Meng Qingfei was on duty, and Ji Xiang arrived as promised.

Without realizing it, Ji Xiang had been at the Second Affiliated Hospital for nearly half a year, and New Year's Day was approaching.

Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and New Year's Eve are holidays for ordinary people, but for Emergency Department Doctors, they are hurdles.

Today is Christmas Eve, and starting from 8:30 in the evening, Patients with alcohol poisoning requiring gastric lavage, knife wounds, and car accident injuries were sent over one after another.

The Emergency Rescue Room was a mess, and there wasn't a moment of rest.

Ji Xiang and Meng Qingfei didn't even get to chat for three sentences, busy until midnight.

The busyness of Christmas Eve is the kind that gets busier the later it gets; as one night party after another broke up, trauma cases were sent in one after another.

According to Meng Qingfei, on last year's New Year's Eve, he sent Patients to all the Surgery Departments upstairs, especially the Gastrointestinal and Hepatobiliary Surgery Departments, where they performed surgeries all night long.

What was in front of him was child's play to him.

It wasn't until after 1:00 that the Emergency Department finally quieted down a little.

Meng Qingfei was exhausted and sat on the bed in the Duty Room, rarely lighting a cigarette.

"These are all small scenes, but I really am old; my back aches and my legs hurt." Meng Qingfei was still being stubborn.

"Meng Laoshi, what were the big scenes you encountered like?"

"Once, during a department gathering, when I arrived at the hotel, I saw thick smoke rising in the distance, but I didn't pay attention at the time. Later, just as we started eating, I received a call from the hospital saying that a chemical plant had exploded and everyone had to return immediately to participate in the rescue."

"I don't know how many died, but I later learned privately that there were 32 seriously injured Patients. Explosion injuries, damage caused by chemical substances—the situation was complex, not like what's in front of us now, where a knife wound is just a knife wound; you just open it up and sew it shut."

Ji Xiang strongly disapproved of Meng Qingfei's description.

What do you mean by "open it up and sew it shut"? Although that is indeed the fact, one should always be a little more serious.

"That time, I was busy in the operating room for more than 50 hours, and I went numb. Not the way it's described on the internet now, but truly numb."

"When I finally stepped down, my mind was a blank. After lying down, I couldn't sleep; almost as soon as I fell asleep, I would think about whether a surgical detail had a problem. For example, whether a knot tied for a certain Patient wasn't tight enough, would it bleed, and so on."

"The Emergency Department is better; if there's a Patient, you send them up. As long as they can be delivered to the ward alive, we've done our job."

The Emergency Department is better?

The Emergency Department is better!

This was the first time Ji Xiang had heard this evaluation from a Doctor's mouth.

"Xiao Ji, you..."

Meng Qingfei was chatting leisurely with Ji Xiang when a Nurse outside shouted loudly, "Brother Meng! 120 call, Zhao Yuanzhang called and said to hurry up and prepare for rescue!"

"F***!!!" Meng Qingfei opened the window, threw the cigarette butt straight out, and cursed viciously in a low voice.

"Zhao Yuanzhang?"

"Maybe it's someone he knows again. In the middle of the night, can't it be quiet for a moment." Meng Qingfei cursed, then quickly walked out of the Duty Room, "What kind of Patient? Knife wound or car accident?"

"Hanging."

"……"

"……"

Ji Xiang and Meng Qingfei were both stunned for a moment.

Hanging?

Such trauma Patients are very rare; not only Ji Xiang, but even Meng Qingfei had never seen one.

"Is there any hope?" Meng Qingfei asked.

"Discovered in time, it seems there's still a breath, and Zhao Yuanzhang performed Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation immediately; it might be possible to save them."

"Zhao Yuanzhang? The Patient is..."

"His son, Zhao Tianjiao."

"!!!" Ji Xiang was stunned for a moment.

Zhao Tianjiao?

It's actually Zhao Tianjiao!

How could he commit suicide? And he chose such a strange method of death as hanging.

Even if it were lying on the tracks, Ji Xiang could barely accept it.

Moreover, although Zhao Tianjiao was usually slightly arrogant, he was actually a decent person, his grades were good, and with the backing of Zhao Yuanzhang, he was thriving in the hospital; there was no way it would ever be his turn to commit suicide.

Scratching his head.

Meng Qingfei suddenly became full of Spirit, the fatigue on his body swept away.

"Notify the ICU, prepare the Anesthesia Machine, have Otolaryngology come and wait, and have our own Anesthesia Machine ready too. Blood gas, blood gas!"

Meng Qingfei gave a whole bunch of medical orders that sounded chaotic and disorganized.

He did not let the Nurse get busy, but instead started preparing various emergency supplies together with the Nurse.

After all, having never encountered a real Patient who had hanged themselves, Ji Xiang could see the trepidation in Meng Qingfei's heart.

It was likely unrelated to Zhao Tianjiao being the son of Zhao Jixiang; Meng Qingfei was simply worried that his preparations were not thorough enough, delaying the rescue.

Not having Clinical experience is truly very distressing.

Ji Xiang helped prepare the emergency supplies, keeping a watchful eye; once the preparations were nearly finished, Ji Xiang focused his mind and entered the System Operating Room.

"Teacher." Ji Xiang bowed, respectful and deferential.

"Oh, what is it?" the System NPC asked.

Ji Xiang recounted the matter, "Teacher, I have never encountered a Patient who has hanged themselves; could you briefly explain it to me?"

"You tell me, there are no rafters in homes nowadays, so how does one hang themselves?"

"Do you think one must step on a small stool and then kick the stool away to die?" the System NPC asked with a smile.

"Isn't that how it is?"

(End of this chapter)