Chapter 775: Miraculous Hands, Rejuvenation

"The Double Plasma Exchange has only just finished; wait a moment, don't be impatient," Zhou Tianbo advised with a bitter smile.

"It was switched to A/C Mode several hours ago; I don't know who gave him the confidence."

"……"

"What kind of situation is this? Supposedly, a provincial Grade A Tertiary Hospital, and an affiliated hospital of a medical school at that, should have very strong critical care capabilities. Is this it?"

Wei Fusi said with contempt, his face full of disdain.

Is this it?

Is this it!!

The last two words were like two bullets hitting Zhou Tianbo in the chest; he felt it was a bit difficult to breathe.

Zhou Tianbo felt that in the next second, lightning would strike Wei Fusi's head, and he needed to stay a bit further away from him.

Watching the Anesthesia Machine panel intently, Zhou Tianbo felt a little disappointed.

Having attempted the Double Plasma Exchange, the Patient's spontaneous breathing still had not appeared, which undoubtedly made Zhou Tianbo feel somewhat uncomfortable.

If only the waveform would move a little, how good that would be.

But at a time like this, as a Doctor, it was one thing not to express regret, but there was no justification for questioning the medical standards of the Second Affiliated Hospital like Wei Fusi was doing.

Normally speaking... forget it, Zhou Tianbo sighed.

Subconsciously, he moved a little in the opposite direction of Wei Fusi, avoiding the thunderbolt that might descend from the sky at any moment.

Old Wei had already gone off the deep end; the selection for the Outstanding Youth Fund had become so heavy in his heart that it was beyond measure. Now his mind was entirely filled with surgical volume, and he couldn't listen to anyone's advice at all.

Is this it? If lightning doesn't strike him, who would it strike?

"How much longer do you intend to wait?" Wei Fusi tilted his head to look at the critical care Doctor waiting on the side.

"I'll ask." The critical care Doctor was in a difficult position; Bai Chuzhang had already arrived, and this matter was no longer something their own department head could decide.

"Ask, hmph!" Wei Fusi did not hide his hostility and disdain in the slightest. In his view, it must have been that old Doctor who had just changed the ventilation mode who had tampered with things.

The greatest possibility was that a rival for the Outstanding Youth Fund selection had found him to cause trouble!

Otherwise, with such obvious Brain Death and Vegetative State, and the Family Member being so reasonable and having agreed to organ donation early on, why were they constantly blocking him?

Wei Fusi even suspected that Zhou Tianbo wanted to watch him make a fool of himself!

In the entire Second Affiliated Hospital, there wasn't a single good person!!

"Teacher, please don't be impatient. If there are no accidents, in about five more minutes, the Patient's breathing frequency will change, and you will see the Patient's spontaneous breathing begin to recover."

Ji Xiang walked over and said in a gentle, soft voice.

Zhou Tianbo's brain went "buzz."

It would have been fine if Ji Xiang hadn't spoken; they could have just waited, and in a few more hours, they might even have had to try a second Double Plasma Exchange.

But Ji Xiang had actually given a definitive time of 5 minutes.

This kid, he really knows how to cause trouble.

The lightning he had imagined wasn't like this; by doing this, Ji Xiang was just courting death.

Zhou Tianbo tried hard to give Ji Xiang a look, telling him not to run his mouth.

But even though he almost threw his eyes out of their sockets, Ji Xiang didn't look at him at all, keeping his mind entirely fixed on the panel of the Anesthesia Machine.

"5 minutes? Are you sure? No, what qualification do you have to stand here and talk!" Wei Fusi turned his head and saw it was Ji Xiang, and since that "old Doctor" who had confidently changed the Anesthesia Machine mode wasn't behind him, he felt full of confidence and went straight on the offensive.

A young Doctor who ranked first in the country on the Practicing Physician Examination is impressive, but he absolutely has no qualification to point fingers and make gestures.

"Ah?" Ji Xiang was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "This is very simple medical common sense."

Zhou Tianbo covered his forehead.

Is Ji Xiang courting death?

Wei Fusi was so angry he laughed; he looked at Ji Xiang with the gaze one would use for an idiot.

In less than 1 second, the corners of his mouth lifted, tracing an arc.

"Simple medical common sense, huh? I don't even know it, I really must be damned," Wei Fusi said mockingly.

Hearing him use the word "damned," Zhou Tianbo tugged at Ji Xiang's White Uniform.

But unexpectedly, Ji Xiang raised his hand, revealing an old digital watch.

"There are 4 minutes and 22 seconds left now."

Hearing Ji Xiang speak with such a certain tone, Zhou Tianbo almost believed him.

After all, he had seen Ji Xiang perform surgery and had even "encountered" the gaze of a superior Doctor; deep down, he had a very deep wariness toward Ji Xiang.

If it were anyone else, even his own boss, Gu Lao, saying that the Patient would have spontaneous breathing in 4 minutes and 22 seconds, Zhou Tianbo would have scoffed.

Even if he didn't question it to their face, he would have grumbled in his heart.

But these words were spoken by Ji Xiang.

If it weren't so absurd, he definitely would have believed it.

No one can predict things this precisely.

Even if the Patient had undergone a Double Plasma Exchange to help accelerate drug metabolism and wake her from a deep coma without spontaneous breathing, it would be absolutely impossible to control the time.

Many factors are variables; a Doctor absolutely does not have the ability to make precise predictions.

Being able to "prophesy" that a Patient will recover spontaneous breathing is already a manifestation of being full of confidence.

"Then I must ask for some instruction." Wei Fusi sneered, looking at Ji Xiang's watch, "A digital watch? I didn't expect you to be quite retro."

The arm Ji Xiang raised did not lower; he smiled and looked at the time on the watch.

His arm was as steady as a rock.

"Instruction? That won't do; I am just a Standardized Training Doctor and don't know that much. The teacher said she would wake up, so she will definitely wake up. Oh, no, that's wrong, it's that there will be spontaneous breathing; I misspoke, Teacher Wei, please don't mind."

Wei Fusi was determined in his heart, wanting to take this opportunity to vent all his dissatisfaction and grievances.

He looked coldly at the old digital watch on Ji Xiang's wrist, "Your Second Affiliated Hospital really has high standards. If the Patient can wake up on time, I must come to learn."

"There is no need for learning," Ji Xiang said indifferently, staring at his watch. "This is the most basic common sense. If you want to learn, Teacher Wei, it would be better to go back to university and study it all over again."

"!!!"

Zhou Tianbo was stunned for a moment.

In his understanding, Ji Xiang was the type of person with a mild temper, of course, excluding the incident where he glared at him on the operating table and caused him to have nightmares.

Usually, Zhou Tianbo had never seen Ji Xiang talk back to people like this.

It turned out that the "rivers and lakes rumors" that he had talked back to Qin, the boss Qin, in Shanghai until he couldn't take care of himself and had entered a state of retirement were all true.

When encountering injustices, he and the vast majority of other people would remain silent, as long as it had nothing to do with them.

But Ji Xiang was different; he truly dared to slam the table and rise up.

From Qin to the Wei Fusi before his eyes...

The key was that Ji Xiang's words were simply too insidious; Zhou Tianbo suspected that if he were in Wei Fusi's position and heard such words, he would be unable to hold back and would explode.

But he tilted his head slightly and glanced at Ji Xiang.

Although handsome, his sturdy body was definitely not a joke.

He couldn't beat him, so he might as well forget it.

It was estimated that Wei Fusi also didn't dare to make a move.

If he were truly a Flying Knife, but was beaten up by a local student, he wouldn't even have the face to tell anyone when he returned to the Imperial Capital.

And he couldn't even make a scene, damn it.

Zhou Tianbo quickly recalled Ji Xiang's words, giving Ji Xiang a thumbs up in his heart.

When Doctor Xiao Ji's temper flared up, he was truly damn insidious.

It felt like all the bamboo shoots on the mountain had been dug up by him.

"There are still 3 minutes and 45 seconds left. I want to see what explanation you will give me if there is no spontaneous breathing." Wei Fusi was so angry that his face turned red.

But his thoughts were the same as Zhou Tianbo's.

He couldn't beat him if he made a move, and he couldn't out-argue him if he used his mouth...

After all, he was a professor-level person; if he were to truly curse and swear, he would lose his composure.

Losing composure wasn't what he feared; what Wei Fusi feared was that he would tear off his old face, only to be scolded until he was covered in blood in the end.

Just wait a few minutes; when the time comes, he would speak with facts!

At that time, he would use facts as evidence, swinging left and right, to slap this young man who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth until he couldn't find his teeth on the ground.

By the way, he would also teach a lesson to the backer who was supporting him and causing him trouble.

"Oh? The Patient will recover spontaneous breathing in a few minutes?"

Bai Chuzhang and Liu Zhuren walked in. Bai Chuzhang had originally been chatting and laughing with Liu Zhuren, but after hearing Wei Fusi's words, he took over the conversation.

"Are you a professor of neurosurgery?" Wei Fusi asked.

"I am the Medical Affairs Department Director, with a background in neurosurgery," Bai Chuzhang replied indifferently.

"Is this how you educate Standardized Training Doctors?" Wei Fusi almost pointed at Bai Chuzhang's nose to question him.

Bai Chuzhang, however, smiled faintly, "A few minutes, I'll tell you the answer in a moment, don't be anxious."

One was hard and unyielding, the other was soft and impossible to exert force against. Wei Fusi had been talked back to by both Ji Xiang and Bai Chuzhang, leaving him feeling agitated.

"You guys at the Second Affiliated Hospital are truly damn sick!" Wei Fusi had already exploded without realizing it.

"Xiao Ji, how much longer?" Bai Chuzhang asked.

"3 minutes and 14 seconds."

"Oh, we need to perform another Double Plasma Exchange, right?"

"It would be best to do it one more time."

"Start now, don't wait." Bai Chuzhang waved his hand. The doctor in the intensive care unit muttered and didn't dare to interrupt, beginning to operate the Double Plasma Exchange again.

"You!" Wei Fusi looked at Bai Chuzhang with contempt, "How many benefits did the manufacturer give you to do it again and again!"

"Don't talk nonsense," Bai Chuzhang said with a smile, "You are a famous Expert in the Imperial Capital after all, how can you say such disgraceful things."

"..."

"Our hospital does a particularly good job with integrity work. Could it be that similar things are still emerging one after another in your hospital?"

Facing Bai Chuzhang's question, Wei Fusi almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Damn it!

One old and one young, there wasn't a single good thing among them, damn it.

Wei Fusi was even certain that the manufacturer had promised some benefits, which was why the Medical Affairs Department had come forward to find a "suitable" Patient to continuously perform Double Plasma Exchange.

3 minutes.

2 minutes and 45 seconds.

2 minutes and 02 seconds.

1 minute and 19 seconds.

59 seconds.

10 seconds.

Time passed bit by bit, and it was about to reach the time Ji Xiang had stated.

Wei Fusi's gaze wandered back and forth between the panel of the Anesthesia Machine and the electronic watch on Ji Xiang's wrist.

00:00:01!

Once the time is up, I will definitely show them!

Wei Fusi had already suppressed countless fires of anger in his heart, just waiting for the time to arrive to erupt.

1 second left, Wei Fusi raised his head and stared at the Anesthesia Machine panel.

The rhythm of the breathing was very gentle and regular.

This was the rhythm of a machine breathing for a person; when there is spontaneous breathing, the graph would absolutely not be this uniform.

"Time is up, breathing..."

Wei Fusi saw the neat graph and, having just said half a sentence, prepared to start mocking.

He had decided that if he didn't scold the Second Affiliated Hospital like a dog today, he would not give up.

But just after saying a few words, the graph on the Anesthesia Machine's panel suddenly jumped.

The air in the entire intensive care unit congealed.

Not just Wei Fusi, but even Zhou Tianbo, Bai Chuzhang, Liu Zhuren, and the ICU director were stunned.

The previously steady breathing graph suddenly showed a trace of discord.

The uniform graph was broken by a force, and the graph did not look beautiful.

However!

Everyone present knew what this force meant—this was caused by the emergence of the power of spontaneous breathing, which led the Anesthesia Machine to adjust the breathing mode.

Really!

It was actually real!

"Impossible," Wei Fusi muttered, then he clenched his fists and subconsciously almost roared, "It must be interference!"

No one refuted Wei Fusi's point of view.

A few seconds later, this "interference" became more and more dense and frequent, and the graph on the Anesthesia Machine's panel began to become irregular.

The Patient, as expected, showed spontaneous breathing!

Bai Chuzhang, seeing the 12th waveform that showed a "problem" with caution, revealed a smile on his face.

Every time he trusted Doctor Xiao Ji, he would never be disappointed.

If he could even accurately estimate 5 minutes, what else could he not do?

"Let's do another plasma exchange," Bai Chuzhang smiled, "It looks like this thing is a bit expensive, but it's still quite useful."

"New technology and new equipment must be used," Liu Zhuren also lost his worry and said with a smile, "Otherwise, many patients will die in a muddle."

This sentence was aimed directly at Wei Fusi.

Wei Fusi's hands were clenched into fists, his face turned red then white, and a clucking sound came from his throat.

The facts were right before his eyes.

Originally, Wei Fusi wanted to use facts to slap the face of the Second Affiliated Hospital.

But now it had turned into the Second Affiliated Hospital using facts to slap his own face.

An invisible hand repeatedly slapped Wei Fusi's face; every change in the breathing frequency and the graph made him increasingly embarrassed.

"Xiao Ji, what is going on?" Zhou Tianbo asked in a murmur.

"I learned it when I was in school," Ji Xiang replied with a smile, "If Teacher Wei wants to learn, you can go back to your school and ask your teachers."

Damn it!

If Wei Fusi hadn't been unable to beat Ji Xiang, he would have already taken action.

The teachers at school would ten thousand percent not teach Double Plasma Exchange, let alone such a complex case.

This young man is truly vicious!

But facing the facts, Wei Fusi could not say a single word of rebuttal.

He turned and left.

What was the point of staying any longer?

Other than letting that little Standardized Training Student continue to slap his face with words.

Wei Fusi felt bitter and incomparably depressed; he had no idea where the logic was, nor did he know why Ji Xiang could accurately judge that the Patient would have spontaneous breathing after 5 minutes.

"Teacher Wei, are you going to learn? If it's inconvenient to go back to school for fear of your teachers scolding you, I can teach you," Ji Xiang asked softly.

Wei Fusi felt a tightness in his chest and nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Being pointed at and scolded by a Standardized Training Student, this feeling was refreshing to the Extreme Point.

"Clatter~"

Wei Fusi tripped over his own feet and fell forward, his hand bracing against the crash cart, almost knocking it over.

"Old Wei," Zhou Tianbo immediately stepped forward to support Wei Fusi.

"Let's go," Wei Fusi said with his head down, not daring to look at Zhou Tianbo, and limped out of the intensive care unit.

Bai Chuzhang watched this scene with a smile.

After Wei Fusi and Zhou Tianbo left, he asked, "Xiao Ji, how did you judge that the Patient would definitely wake up at this time?"

"My luck has always been good, as you know, Bai Chuzhang," Ji Xiang prevaricated.

Although his relationship with Bai Chuzhang was good, he couldn't say that he had performed rescue operations more than twenty times in the System Operating Room, and only then could he use a cheat to determine the time.

"Luck, heh." Bai Chuzhang didn't probe further, just nodded, "Your luck is indeed very good."

"What's next?" Liu Zhuren asked.

"Do 1-2 more Double Plasma Exchanges; the drug concentration will decrease, and the Patient will get better and better. Just be careful not to develop venous Thrombosis, there is nothing else special."

"How long until recovery?"

"24 hours, it should be about right."

Hearing the answer given by Ji Xiang, Liu Zhuren breathed a sigh of relief.

His thoughts were the same as Bai Chuzhang's; every bit of trust given to Ji Xiang would not be in vain.

He never expected that a Patient who he thought was already in Brain Death, with a very low neurological score, and could almost be said to be in a Vegetative State, would recover weak spontaneous breathing after just one Double Plasma Exchange.

This is just too miraculous!

Especially since Ji Xiang could accurately judge the time, a point that even Liu Zhuren did not understand how Ji Xiang managed to do.

But not understanding is one thing; Ji Xiang had already brushed it off with a sentence, and there was no point in asking further.

Ji Xiang picked up his phone and dialed Deng Chaohong.

"That watch of his is quite retro," Liu Zhuren whispered in Bai Chuzhang's ear.

"I reckon it was a gift from some relative," Bai Chuzhang said. "I occasionally see Xiao Ji wearing it, not all the time."

"You noticed?"

"Of course, my observational skills are much sharper than yours," Bai Chuzhang glanced at Liu Zhuren with disdain.

"Teacher Deng, the patient has woken up."

"It's the daughter of the nurse you know. She just had a Double Plasma Exchange, and now she has started spontaneous breathing. I estimate the tube can be removed in 24 hours."

"Yes, yes, yes, I estimate there won't be any major problems, and she will be able to be transferred out of the intensive care unit soon."

When Ji Xiang said this, his face was full of smiles.

Indeed, as a Doctor, seeing a successful rescue, that moment is truly filled with confidence and joy.

To say it gives a sense of accomplishment is absolutely not an exaggeration.

Ji Xiang was still young, and at this moment, he revealed his true inner feelings.

Not long after, Deng Chaohong hurried over.

He was a bit flustered, looking as if he were afraid that Ji Xiang had played a joke on him.

Deng Chaohong didn't even greet Bai Chuzhang, running with short, quick steps to the Anesthesia Machine.

Now the patient looked no different from before; the only signs were all reflected in the respiratory waveform.

"Holy crap, it's real!" Deng Chaohong said excitedly.

"Yeah, Teacher Deng, you should go tell the Family Member," Ji Xiang said.

"Shouldn't we wait a bit longer?"

Ji Xiang was also overly happy; although he was certain the patient would wake up, he hesitated for a moment.

"Then let's wait," Bai Chuzhang took over Deng Chaohong's question. "Professor Deng should first speak vaguely, do another Double Plasma Exchange, and then talk."

"Good!"

Deng Chaohong was beaming with joy.

He still didn't manage to talk to Bai Chuzhang, walking out while touching his phone.

"Xiao Ji, you should temper your temper a bit in the future," Liu Zhuren said with a smile.

"Why should he?" Bai Chuzhang curled his lip. "If a young person doesn't have a bit of vigor, can they still be called a young person?"

Liu Zhuren looked at Bai Chuzhang as if he were a monster.

Lao Bai was not usually like this.

"What are you looking at me for?" Bai Chuzhang said. "Professor Wei has too many bad habits, all spoiled by others; rebuking him a couple of times is for his own good."

"Mm, for his own good," Liu Zhuren said teasingly.

"Xiao Ji is going to stay at our Second Affiliated Hospital; as long as he is in the right, who can't he rebuke?" Bai Chuzhang said.

Oh, so that's how it was; Liu Zhuren started to laugh.

"Bai Chuzhang, Zhuren, I don't really like that Professor Wei. I met him in Yuanliao a while ago and told you two about it," Ji Xiang said very frankly. "This time, he was also too impatient."

Ji Xiang didn't say too many bad things about Professor Wei; speaking ill behind people's backs was not Ji Xiang's style, he preferred to say it to their face.

The respiratory waveform on the Anesthesia Machine panel began to fluctuate frequently; Ji Xiang did not participate in the remaining treatment.

How to use medication, whether it was necessary to suppress breathing to let the patient rest more, and such matters were relatively trivial. Plus, the Second Affiliated Hospital's intensive care strength was very strong, and interfering too much would make people feel dissatisfied.

Ji Xiang took a few looks, then left with Bai Chuzhang and Liu Zhuren.

"Xiao Ji, you are really making me look at you with new eyes more and more," Liu Zhuren sighed. "Before, I judged that the patient was in bad shape too, just like Professor Wei."

"Bai Chuzhang must be very professional," Ji Xiang smiled.

"Our country has successively released two versions of technical guidelines for Brain Death determination, and the process is very complex.

First, there must be prerequisites for Brain Death determination; that is to say, before determining Brain Death, one must first meet some conditions. There are many of these conditions, and one of them is: excluding the influence of drugs or toxins that cause coma."

Bai Chuzhang said leisurely.

"However, let it be; it's not something that can be solved in a moment."

"There are two versions of Brain Death determination standards!" Liu Zhuren was surprised.

"You wouldn't understand even if I told you; just focus on your prostates."

Liu Zhuren was speechless.

In the natural hierarchy of the Surgery Department, neurosurgery and Heart Surgery Department are at the very top. As for the Urology Department, it's only slightly better than the Anorectal department.

"Liu Zhuren, the Ghost Bed you mentioned last time, I went back and pondered it for a long time; are there any other cases?" Ji Xiang asked suddenly.

"Pfft, you still remember that," Liu Zhuren laughed. "It was all a joke."

"I don't think so; I felt you and Bai Chuzhang were very serious when you brought it up."

"It's something science cannot explain, or caused by a Doctor's lack of experience. For example, today's matter, do you think Professor Wei Fusi did it on purpose?" Bai Chuzhang asked.

"No," Ji Xiang said what he thought. "He was just too impatient, and our hospital had already given the judgment of Brain Death."

"That's right," Bai Chuzhang said. "No more nonsense, I need to get busy. There have been several Medical Dispute cases causing trouble since early this morning; it's better to get out and go back to see what's going on over there."

Ji Xiang's heart stirred, but he forcibly suppressed it.

He absolutely must not be like Shen Lang, who loved excitement; if he went to the Medical Affairs Department to watch the excitement, it wouldn't be good if Bai Chuzhang wanted to transfer him over to handle Medical Disputes.

Although the possibility was extremely low, Ji Xiang still ruthlessly nipped this thought in the bud.

Walking out of the intensive care unit door, Ji Xiang saw Deng Chaohong talking to the Family Member.

But before he could finish a sentence, the Family Member's body, just like described in novels, seemed to have its bones pulled out, collapsing softly like a noodle.

"!!!"

Note: An incident at Renmin Hospital of Wuhan University.

(End of chapter)