Doctor of Healing

"It's okay, take a good rest." Ji Xiang said gently, "We'll talk about it tomorrow morning when the dressing is changed."

The patient nodded.

Jixiang was in a happy mood, and returned to the office with the pathology sheet, entered the pathology results, changed his clothes and went home.

The medical bill was placed on the desk, and when Ji Xiang left, Mr. Wu picked it up and read it over and over again, as if he wanted to recite the whole thing.

His expression was complicated, quite complicated.

"Mr. Wu, what's the matter?" Lu Kai felt weird and asked.

Mr. Wu didn't say anything, but folded the medical bill and put it in the pocket of the white suit.

At the time, the words I had said made sense and were not pretentious at all.

But in front of the postoperative pathological results, everything disappeared.

Why do you think so?

It's not because the level is not enough.

Mr. Wu's mood was more complicated than his expression. He felt a little confused, and he didn't even want to drive or joke with Lu Kai, so he turned around and went back to his duty room to lie down in a daze.

Chapter 226 Typos, evil spirits!

Ji Xiang was very happy, but not jumping for joy.

I have experienced empathy for the operation of Ding cancer before and after, and listened to some pointers from Mr. Wu and my old man, and the final result is good.

The whole experience was a little bit complicated, and there was an assist from Chief Bai, but in retrospect, Ji Xiang could feel that he was thriving, not just the surgery.

After changing his clothes, Ji Xiang strode out of the ward while silently pondering what he had gained.

With brisk steps, Ji Xiang whistled lightly.

Jixiang's joy was interrupted by loud voices, and he found himself in the hall outside the emergency department.

Yes, today is the emergency doctor's duty day. Although Jixiang didn't take it seriously, he subconsciously wanted to take a look.

Look, every time Ji Xiang chats with the emergency doctor, he is very happy, and this is also part of the clinic.

After all, he is only a regular doctor, and Jixiang has no psychological barriers in the emergency department, which the doctors hate so much. In his perception, the bathroom in the emergency department is even a sacred place for stone removal.

Just as he was about to walk to the corridor of the emergency department, a shrill cry suddenly came from afar.

"Don't follow me, go away!"

Ji Xiang was taken aback, what happened?

Turning his gaze, Ji Xiang saw a middle-aged woman with disheveled hair being pinned to the ground. Her shrill cry made people feel that this was a bad social security case.

The emergency doctor was also there, and he directed a group of people to carry the middle-aged woman into the emergency room.

"G!"

Ji Xiang heard the emergency doctor's voice from a distance.

He touched it, but didn't enter the door. Instead, he stood outside and "watched the fun" with a group of other patients and their family members.

The middle-aged woman's heart rate is very fast, around 120 beats per minute, and she is still talking nonsense and vaguely.

"What's the matter? I was shocked just now, I thought it was kidnapping."

"Don't talk nonsense, kidnapping in broad daylight, what a joke. How long has it been since the eradication of evil, how good the security is."

"I heard that the patient was mentally ill, saying that there was a ghost sitting on his shoulder, and he was always blindfolded to play hide-and-seek with himself."

"..." Ji Xiang was startled.

With a female ghost on his shoulder, playing hide and seek, he immediately thought of several classic thrillers.

Ji Xiang has never thought that ghosts are scary, which is also the result of Ji Yongchang's precepts and deeds.

Ji Yongchang once said that if there were ghosts, the world would be much more interesting.

If he saw a ghost, he would be very happy, because it proved the existence of the soul.

But seeing the woman's ferocious expression and screaming, Ji Xiang felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Maybe it's a mental illness.

The patient's vital signs were stable, and the emergency doctor gave diazepam. After 10 minutes, the patient's cry gradually decreased.

Only then did Meng Qingfei come out in a hurry, and he was startled when he saw Ji Xiang, "Change clothes, help."

He threw a bunch of keys over, "Open the cabinet yourself."

After speaking, Meng Qingfei hurriedly went to deal with other patients.

The emergency department was like this, and the clinic was already full of people within ten minutes.

Ji Xiang went to the duty room to try the cabinets one by one, opened the emergency doctor's locker, took a white suit and put it on to help.

Suture is Ji Xiang's strong point.

But there were so many traumas today, it was nearly midnight, and Ji Xiang still had two small traumas sutured before the emergency department calmed down.

"Fortunately, I have your help." Meng Qingfei had time to talk to Ji Xiang after he was free.

"Teacher Meng, what would you do if you were yourself?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Let the patients in any department go to the department for treatment, but the hospital chief has to complain that I don't know how to see a doctor. Damn, come to the emergency department if you have the ability." Meng Qingfei nags.

"I'm here." Ji Xiang smiled, "Mr. Meng, what happened to the patients in the emergency room."

"I'll go..." Meng Qingfei immediately stood up and took Ji Xiang to see the patient.

After intravenous diazepam was administered, the drug became fully effective, and the patient fell into a deep sleep.Only then did Meng Qingfei feel relieved, and turned around to take Ji Xiang back to the consulting room.

"I feel like I have a mental problem. I always say that I have seen a ghost. There is a little girl sitting on my shoulder. The girl keeps growing, and the more I press myself, the more I can't lift my head. And the little girl sitting on the shoulder keeps blowing, The back of my neck is chilly."

Ji Xiang asked suspiciously, "Mr. Meng, according to your description, shouldn't you be sent to a mental hospital?"

Meng Qingfei raised his head, looked into Ji Xiang's eyes, and said for 3 seconds, "Doctor Xiaoji, not all illnesses are mental illnesses, and I can even say that mental illnesses are rare!"

"Uh……"

Dr. Meng Qingfei's statement is very different from Ji Xiang's cognition.

"Besides, ghosts also have personalities, okay?" Meng Qingfei suddenly became lazy, and he said with a smile.

"How do you say it, Teacher Meng?"

"Liao Zhai, you must know." The emergency doctor said, "There is such a story about a son-in-law who fell in love with a female ghost, and the female ghost came to visit him that day."

drive?Ji Xiang looked at Dr. Huang, but he didn't interrupt the emergency doctor.

Just drive it, the speed of the urology department is not unpleasant.

"The female ghost has thoughtfully set a mode that is only visible to him. That is night and night singing, and I can't even think about it. Otherwise, I feel that my consciousness will be 404 in the next second."

"Hahaha, teacher, just close the door and say whatever you want. They always said it when I was on stage in the urology department."

"Urology, low-level." The emergency doctor scolded, "One day it rained, and the female ghost came up with a couplet—a cold wind and rain all over Jiangcheng."

"I don't know literature, and I don't know couplets. Maybe it's good at that time. My son lost an adult and didn't answer."

"Then the female ghost left. Before she left, she said—Young master is such a person, why doesn't he know how to be elegant! Let the concubine be clear!"

Ji Xiang thinks that Dr. Huang is simply too interesting. Although he chatted with himself, he can recite some words in Liaozhai, which is amazing.

"Look at others, even ghosts have to memorize, why don't you work hard." Dr. Huang said suddenly.

"..."

"Well, when I was in school, I often used this sentence to persuade myself to make progress, otherwise even the female ghost would look down on me."

"Hahaha." Ji Xiang thought Dr. Huang was simply too funny.

"The story is not over yet, so I slipped my tongue." Doctor Huang said, "Later on, the son's family members were afraid that he would not be doing his job properly, so he would be exhausted and kept trying to dissuade him. Then the son left a note for the female ghost, and the note said: Words, three typos."

"Uh……"

"The female ghost said angrily——If you have a son-in-law like this, you might as well be a prostitute!"

"Look, I'm uneducated, and I don't even like female ghosts. By the way, Doctor Xiaoji, are there any typos in your medical records?"

Ji Xiang was taken aback.

"There are typos, to ward off evil spirits."

Chapter 227 Horror Package

After a few words, Dr. Meng from the emergency department obviously calmed down.

Ji Xiang asked, "Teacher, I heard from other people that the patient obviously has mental symptoms. Why don't you suggest that she go to a mental hospital?"

I just said this question, but Ji Xiang didn't agree with Dr. Meng's words, so I asked it again.

Dr. Meng shook his head, took off his glasses, and rubbed his eyes.

It seems that he has a story, Ji Xiang thought about it, and came to the operating room of the system with breathless concentration.

"Teacher." Ji Xiang first greeted the system NPC, and then told what he saw and the questions in his heart.

"What the doctor said is all right." The system NPC said lightly, "Many diseases manifest as mental types, but only treating the appearance will cause the real illness to get worse."

"Really? But I think the patient is really mentally ill." Ji Xiang was a little confused.

"Give it a try?" the system NPC asked.

"Do you feel the same way?" Ji Xiang was taken aback.

Although it is said that he can think of it with his toenails, but let himself feel a little girl sitting on his shoulders, blowing cold air from time to time...

This is a bit too much.

Besides, Jixiang feels that both himself and the system NPC are materialists, and he will never believe in those strange things.

Unexpectedly, there is such a horror package in the system.

After pondering for a few seconds, Ji Xiang nodded, "Okay, teacher, I want to try."

"A lot of strange feelings are just a certain manifestation of the disease. You have to be firm on this." The system NPC took Ji Xiang to the next surgery room, and he warned Ji Xiang on the way.

"Teacher, will it be scary?" Ji Xiang felt like he was going to play an inexplicable haunted house game.

"Scary? If you don't understand illness, sending the patient to a mental hospital is the greatest horror in life!" said the system NPC.

"..."

Ji Xiang was silent.

The system NPC was very annoying when he poured chicken soup, but it is much cuter than now, Ji Xiang would rather listen to him pour chicken soup.

Light and shadow flickered, Ji Xiang opened his eyes and found himself sitting in a room with a strong smell of inferior spices between his nose and mouth.

Opposite him sat a [-]-year-old man with an immortal demeanor, looking at him intently.

"Master, if you want to be different, please." A middle-aged woman begged.

Ji Xiang quickly recalled that "I" was a 20-year-old male who was always feeling unwell recently. He visited all the hospitals saying that he was "hysteria", that is, neuropathy.

The family members thought that he was evil, and after seeking medical treatment to no avail, they took him to the home of a nearby master.

"It's not easy." The old man with a sense of demeanor said in a low voice, "Have you been to a place with a lot of yin recently?"

Yin Qi?

what is that?

"Have you gone?" The middle-aged woman asked hurriedly.

"No..." "Myself" said in a trance, and Ji Xiang didn't realize until now that he was in the spectator mode.

"Does the morgue count?" "Myself" asked an extremely stupid question.

Jixiang immediately recalled that "he" was a medical student, and some time ago he went to the mortuary with a few boys to carry the general teacher out of the anatomy class.

It is said to be a morgue, but the mortuary of the general teacher of the medical school is different from the traditional one.

The general teachers who were soaking in a bath full of formalin didn't look gloomy at all.

Because once you enter, you can't open your eyes, and there is no time to be afraid.