Chapter 95: Very Strong, But Unfortunately, a Strength That Cannot Be Kept

"It's alright." Ji Xiang smiled.

Only after getting into the vehicle did Ji Xiang feel the fatigue.

Looking at the rows of system rewards, he had originally wanted to close his eyes and doze, but Tang Yan sat down right beside him.

"Doctor Xiao Ji, have you ever braided dreadlocks for a girlfriend?"

"I don't have a girlfriend."

"Then have you braided dreadlocks for a boyfriend? Your technique is too practiced; you must love him very much." Tang Yan spoke without restraint, her eyes sparkling as she asked Ji Xiang.

"What are you thinking? Don't talk nonsense." Ji Xiang really didn't understand this girl's train of thought. "I went to the Ten Thousand Mountains when I was traveling, and there is a rule there: only those who are widowed braid dreadlocks."

"Oh? Is it effective? I should go learn it too. In case I ever meet a bad match in the future, I can take revenge immediately without even waiting overnight," Tang Yan said right away, without even blinking.

Ji Xiang smiled; this girl's train of thought was truly strange.

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Wang Daxiao and Mo Chenggui did not follow onto the Iveco.

It was already late, and although the two hadn't eaten since noon, they didn't feel hungry even after dragging on until now.

But neither of them wanted to go home.

With such a big matter at hand, they both had countless things they wanted to say in their hearts.

Driving to Feiyang Barbecue, Mo Chenggui didn't mince words, telling the thin, tall boss to serve whatever he had, as long as it was enough for the two of them to eat.

After sitting down, Wang Daxiao lit a cigarette and took a deep drag; half the cigarette burned away, yet no smoke was exhaled. After a dozen seconds, Wang Daxiao looked satisfied.

"Mo, my eye for talent is good, right?"

"It's good, but Ji Xiang is too strong." Mo Chenggui shook his head. "He can't be kept."

"What are you thinking?" Wang Daxiao scolded. "He's already this strong, and you're still thinking about keeping him! Mo, in the future, when Ji Xiang makes a name for himself, we can pat our chests and tell people that he was our student—tell me, isn't that awesome!"

Mo Chenggui smiled absent-mindedly.

"How did he do it?"

"Using one mind for two tasks; isn't that Zhou Botong's martial art? I always thought drawing a square with the left hand and a circle with the right was just made up," Mo Chenggui said.

"I thought so too. No wonder Doctor Xiao Ji's Manual Circumcision is done so well!" Wang Daxiao held the cigarette in his mouth, looking exactly like a middle-aged street thug—the kind that is already past his prime and respected by no one.

"Wang Daxiao, let me ask you something." Mo Chenggui was silent for a long time before speaking slowly.

"Is it about positions?"

"Let's talk business. You tell me, how can Ji Xiang be this strong?" Mo Chenggui ignored Wang Daxiao's casual nonsense and asked, full of worry.

"How would I know?" Wang Daxiao grinned, his bald head shining brightly like a lightbulb. "I'll call Dean Li in a bit. While the students are on break, we'll take in more patients for circumcisions and do a few dozen next weekend!"

"You..."

"Since he's practiced such good technique, shouldn't we relieve more patients of their suffering? Mo, if you ask me, you're too paranoid," Wang Daxiao said with a smile. "As for Ji Xiang, we'll use him for as many months as we can. While he's still unfamiliar with the hospital and not many people are making moves on him, use him as much as possible."

Both Mo Chenggui and Wang Daxiao realized one thing: even if Ji Xiang was only a Standardized Training Student, he probably wouldn't be working under them for very long.

It was truly infuriating; usually, they felt that Standardized Training Students were not useful at all and were too slow to get started.

Now that they had encountered one who was useful, they couldn't keep him.

But these worries were for the future; as they talked, the two began to discuss Ji Xiang's Two-handed Operation.

People who work in technical fields are always most interested in the operation itself.

And the technical level Ji Xiang displayed today could be said to be transcendent; it was impossible not to be interested.

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Zhao Tianjiao returned home with a complicated mood.

He changed his shoes, entered the room, and saw his father sitting upright on the sofa, his face as dark as water.

"Dad." Zhao Tianjiao greeted him with some dejection.

"You did very well." Zhao Jixiang got straight to the point, praising his son first.

"But..."

"It doesn't matter." Zhao Jixiang smiled. "I've seen plenty of geniuses over the years; not many of them amount to anything."

"Ah? Why?"

"I don't understand other industries, so I won't speak nonsense. In the medical industry, you have to endure, and you have to rely on luck." Zhao Jixiang had long since received the news, from his son breaking his own record that had been sealed for over twenty years, to that record becoming like a broken drum, hammered so pitifully by Ji Xiang.

With his mood rising and falling, Zhao Jixiang couldn't describe what he was feeling.

But Zhao Jixiang was an old fox and quickly recovered; he was mainly afraid that Zhao Tianjiao would be discouraged and become depressed because of this.

"Let's put it this way, I'll give you an example." Zhao Jixiang said, "A few years ago, there was an Anesthesia Doctor in the hospital who was incredibly awesome."

Zhao Tianjiao sat down and pricked up his ears to listen to his old man tell a story.

"A phrase he often said was—when I get awesome, even I am afraid of myself."

"!!!" Zhao Tianjiao was startled and laughed out loud. "Dad, is this person a bit narcissistic?"

"No, he was truly awesome." Zhao Jixiang said, "During surgery, his blood pressure fluctuation didn't exceed 1% for about 4 hours. You tell me if that's impressive or not!"

"!!!"

"Many department heads would specifically request him for anesthesia, and even the head of the Anesthesiology Department started to get jealous."

"Jealous..." Zhao Tianjiao savored the word.

"Later, during one of his anesthesias, the patient's heart rate kept fluctuating between 45-49 beats per minute."

"That's too low, is it sinus bradycardia?"

"The concept of heart rate was proposed in the 60s and 70s of the last century; mainstream international medical philosophy no longer cares about this matter now." Zhao Jixiang said slowly, "At the time, the Circulating Nurse first said something was wrong, and then brought the Head Nurse over."

"And then?"

"Just give one dose of Atropine to boost the heart rate. But that Anesthesia doctor insisted on his own opinion and refused to give the Patient the medication no matter what."

"I understand what he meant; he can read every heartbeat behind the numbers, the Level 5 muscle strength, and the meaning behind the consciousness and vital signs. If the blood pressure doesn't fluctuate, don't intervene as long as the heart rate isn't super low."

"But the Nurses in the operating room, especially the Head Nurse... the Head Nurse at the time couldn't stand that."

"That doesn't really count as a big deal, does it?"

"It does." Zhao Jixiang smiled slightly, "Back then, I cherished his talent and suggested he pursue further studies, and I even found him an old classmate of mine working in the Imperial Capital. As it turned out, that young man was truly excellent; he stayed in the Imperial Capital after just one opportunity for further study. Although he didn't get into the main hospital, he can take it slow in the future."

Zhao Tianjiao was a bit confused.

"An immortal points the way, a noble person provides help."

Zhao Jixiang emphasized his tone and said these eight characters.

"Compared to that Anesthesia doctor, I pointed the way for him and gave him a helping hand. He was lucky; he refused to compromise with the world yet still achieved a good result. The vast majority of people just mess around relying on their innate talent, just like Ji Xiang."

Zhao Tianjiao was speechless; his mind was filled with thoughts of Two-handed Operation and a series of record-breaking numbers.

"When you enter society, you cannot be impatient." Zhao Jixiang looked into his son's eyes and said earnestly, "Life is very long; taking it slow is actually faster."

Note: This passage about Anesthesia is from a daily group chat, said by the Anesthesia doctor, Teacher Xiao Ma. I was very shocked at the time; so awesome!

Quoted here, patting Teacher Xiao Ma.

(End of this chapter)