The next day, Ji Xiang came to the hospital to prepare for work. After a while, Deng Chaohong came to work. He walked into the office in casual clothes.

"Xiao Ji, I have taken a patient, a retired member of the provincial weightlifting team. You can collect medical history and write a medical record."

"Okay." Ji Xiang replied.

A short and strong man walked in without an expression and glanced at Ji Xiang. It was different from an ordinary patient. He did not smile at Ji Xiang and expressed his respect for the bed doctor.

But Ji Xiang knew this emotion too well. The patient was probably tortured by pain and his career was on the verge of scrapping. It would be strange if he could laugh at this time.

Ji Xiang had a similar experience. After completely hopeless, Ji Xiang's coach smiled, comforted Ji Xiang and found him a job as an assistant to support his family.

"Hello, I'll go through the hospitalization procedures. When I come back after I'm handing over the shift, I'll ask for my medical history."

Ji Xiang was busy helping the patient to complete the hospitalization procedures. After handing over the shift, he used the time to deal with the doctor's advice during the rounds and followed Deng Chaohong to take the surgery.

After stepping off at noon, Ji Xiang went to the patient's bedside to ask about his medical history.

The patient's expression was dull, like a stone, and Ji Xiang asked two or three questions before saying one.

It would be very impatient if it were someone else's turn, but Ji Xiang "experienced" all this and knew what the patient had encountered this year.

He didn't comfort him, but just asked, recorded, and figured out how to operate.

The h-z surgery taught by the system is like a big basket, similar to the tendons and ligaments, and the specific method depends on Ji Xiang's choice.

When he returned to the office, Zhao Zhe hurriedly came to comfort Ji Xiang, "Xiao Ji, the patient is in a bad mood, don't mind."

"I didn't mind," said Ji Xiang. "He has lost his career and is about to retire. No one can get better."

"Patients are like that when they are in a bad mood, and they themselves do not realize that they are very emotional. I have never seen athletes, but cancer patients have seen many.

Our kidney cancer is a kind of lazy cancer. It has no metastasis and is not very large. The possibility of recovery after being removed is high. I told the patient what I should say and did everything I should do, but the patient was still worried.

I also know that their worries are inevitable, but seeing many patients feel depressed and unable to open them anyway. Many patients are getting worse and worse day by day, I understand in my heart that most of them are scared to death, not

Death from illness.”

Ji Xiang scratched his head, "Brother Zhao, you don't need to comfort me. I have contacted athletes and know their mood."

"Ah?" Zhao Zhe was stunned.

"Even if we don't have contact, we watch live broadcasts, regardless of basketball or football." Ji Xiang said, "If it were a doctor, his career that belonged to a lifetime suddenly disappeared, and no one would be happy.

Let’s say that, the operation was done well. After the director came the next morning, he suddenly told us not to go to the stage. What do we think?”

"I've experienced this." Zhao Zhe said this and suddenly laughed, "It's nothing. If you don't let your work, just stop doing it. It's good to eat the average prize of the Department."

The so-called insincere words is like Zhao Zhe, his smile is full of bitterness and pain.

Ji Xiang didn't talk much with Zhao Zhe and was about to start entering the medical record.

Zhao Zhe rushed to work, took the paper for Ji Xiang to ask about his medical history, and wrote the medical record according to the records above.

….

He has solid basic skills and good medical records.

In Zhao Zhe's words, it is to avoid the director wearing small shoes for him, so he has done all kinds of clinical details and does not leave any handles for others.

With Zhao Zhe here, Ji Xiang has done a lot of work. However, no matter how many people work in clinical work, they can never finish it. It is basically impossible to complete the work if you want to work overtime.

...

...

When Zhao Tianjiao returned home, he saw his father sitting on the sofa, very serious.

He knew that once his father sat in this position, there would definitely be something big.

"Dad, I'm back." Zhao Tianjiao said tentatively.

"sit."

Zhao Tianjiao sat opposite Zhao Jixiang, put his hands on his legs, and was in good manner.

.

"The family of a patient in the orthopedic department asked a professor from the imperial capital for the operation. Do you know?" Zhao Jixiang asked straight to the point.

"I heard Mr. Xu say something, and the afternoon after surgery, I will ask me to see the level of the professor in the Imperial Capital." Zhao Tianjiao replied.

"Professor Xue has a high attainment in sports medicine. After the operation, I will ask Deng Chaohong and Professor Xue to have a meal together."

Zhao Tianjiao's eyes lit up.

"I originally arranged for you to go to the imperial capital to study, but the teacher you were looking for was not Professor Xue, but it was just right for him to come, so it would be nice to meet him."

"Yes!" Zhao Tianjiao nodded vigorously.

"Sports medicine, you don't have heavy workloads, have high incomes, and have a higher social status. If you are interested, you can use it as the direction of your future work."

"I know, dad." Zhao Tianjiao said, "Professor Deng's direction is joints and sports medicine. However, there are fewer patients related to us, which are different from Di. It is already great simply arthroscopy and joint replacement.

"

"It's no harm to know more experts in related fields. Meeting each other and getting familiar with each other. If you have the chance in the future, you won't be able to suffer any losses."

As he said that, Zhao Jixiang's cell phone rang, and he opened the screen and glanced at it.

Zhao Tianjiao knew his old man’s habits. In theory, he should explain to himself after knowing the priorities of the matter.

If it is a small matter, then talk to yourself first; if it is a big matter, then end the conversation.

But today the old man kept staring at his phone, and the light and shadow of the screen flashed on his face, as if his mood was his.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

When Zhao Jixiang put down his cell phone, Zhao Tianjiao asked in a low voice.

"I asked about Professor Xue." Zhao Jixiang took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "It was said that Professor Xue had some minor problems and was more domineering."

"It is normal to be overbearing. I heard that many doctors with high surgical skills usually say the same thing, but they are very overbearing." Zhao Tianjiao disagreed.

Zhao Jixiang shook his head.

He knew that Zhao Tianjiao was still young and could not understand what he meant inside and outside.

But it doesn't matter. There is no Professor Xue on the road he paved for Zhao Tianjiao. This time he happened to come to the Second Affiliated Hospital to meet him and have a few glasses of wine. I don't think he would embarrass myself.

Even if you have a domineering temper and are full of gunfire in your words, it doesn't matter.

For the sake of his son, you can tolerate it no matter how you want, and you won’t be with Professor Xue for a long time.

After instantly understanding everything, Zhao Jixiang felt at ease.

"By the way, Tianjiao, how are Ji Xiang doing recently?"

"Dad, he recently had surgery with Professor Deng, and he also had a partial resection of kidney cancer with Director Liu of Urology. This is not in compliance with the rules!" Zhao Tianjiao complained.

"I'm capable of hitting it out by myself." Zhao Jixiang said in a deep voice, "If you envy me, try your best."

Healing doctor.

True Bear Chumo


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