Doctor of Healing

"I'll try my best." The hemostatic forceps in Ji Xiang's hand clamped the strong man's skin, comparing the scales on the left and right.

"I got this dragon tattooed when I was young and ignorant. At that time, I thought it was really majestic to have a tattoo." Although the strong man looked scary, he spoke kindly.

"I thought you were a big brother in society." Ji Xiang smiled.

"Damn, there are so many big brothers in society." The strong man said, "At that time, I was a teenager and rebellious. I went to Xueyuan Road to do a part-time job during the holidays, and I added living expenses to get such a dragon tattoo. Actually, a few days ago I want to wash it off in [-], but tattoo washing is much more painful than tattooing."

"The doctor said it should be under general anesthesia? I thought about it or forget it. I'm already this age, so why talk so much."

"Yes, there are not many opportunities to be shirtless now." Ji Xiang echoed.

"Just to keep in mind, the guy in my family didn't know the severity of the attack, and even injured the dragon, tell me." The strong man sighed.

"Does it hurt?" Ji Xiang pricked the strong man's skin with a horn needle and asked.

"It's okay, I can feel it, but it doesn't hurt. Let's do it, I'm not so delicate." The strong man said, "Little brother, you have to watch carefully when you get married. This is a lifelong event. Look at me, a bloody lesson ah."

"By the way, how did you do this?"

"Isn't it because I went out to drink some wine, my guy chased me with a knife and cut me down for three blocks."

"..."

"What's the matter with drinking some wine, what's the matter! This woman just needs to be beaten." The strong man said fiercely.

Ji Xiang smiled, if he was so fierce, it must not be him who is suturing in the treatment room, but his wife.

Chapter 687 has to add money!

"This is how much you drank." Ji Xiang sighed.

"Little brother, you don't understand. Drinking alcohol may not be a good thing for the body, but for the spirit, alcohol is the flesh of the gods."

Ji Xiang heard that what the strong man said was interesting, and not vulgar, but a little literary, which was completely opposite to the dragon on his back, so he asked with a smile, "Your wife is very cruel, is it a kiss?"

"That woman!" the strong man said bitterly.

Ji Xiang wanted to say why he didn't get a divorce, but he swallowed the words back.

Jixiang still knows the importance of persuading reconciliation but not renunciation.

"Little brother, do you have something to say?" The strong man looked rough, but his thoughts were extremely delicate, he turned his head to look at Ji Xiang.

"Don't move, the scales that were aligned just now are crooked again." Ji Xiang said quickly.

"Oh, oh, I see, don't move." The strong man said, "Little brother, do you want to ask me why I don't want a divorce?"

"Hey." Ji Xiang didn't admit it, but he didn't deny it either.

"Let me tell you, I don't have much self-control, and I didn't drink much when I was a child, but when I was studying abroad, I suddenly became depressed in a strange environment."

Depression!

Ji Xiang immediately thought of his recent empathy experience.

The inner world of patients with mental illness is terrible, and they look normal, but no one knows what kind of suffering they experience every day.

"Do you think I shouldn't be the kind of person who goes abroad to study?" The strong man laughed, quite proudly.

"Uh, it's okay."

"When I was studying abroad, there were very few pheasant universities, and education was valuable. It's not like now, when you have three melons and two dates at home, you can go out and get a diploma. But recently, it seems that diplomas don't work. Think about it, how can this be possible? It works."

The burly man talks a lot and is very easy-going.

"That's right, where did you study abroad?"

"England, I took the test myself. Don't look at me when I was young, I was in the second grade, and I still had tattoos, but I was considered a good student."

"Excellent." Ji Xiang started to sew up the scales on the strong man's back.

"When I went to study abroad, I was very depressed. I was not acclimatized. Later, some classmates held a party, and I tried to drink a few bottles of beer. I felt dizzy, and the feeling of depression disappeared immediately!"

"How should I put it, relax your emotions, enjoy the state of drinking, and the whole person goes from one extreme to another."

Ji Xiang listened to the brawny man telling himself about his experience of studying abroad, his eyes were a little dizzy under the white light.

Suturing is indeed a small job, but the strong man requires that the scales be aligned while the cosmetic suturing is done, which is simply too much!

Even for Ji Xiang, for Ji Xiang who can see clearly, this is a big job.

The main reason is that the tattoo has been done for a long time, and the strong man has grown a lot of fat tissue under the skin from young to mature, and the scales have been squeezed to the point of deformation.

It is quite difficult from theory to practice to align each piece neatly and sew them together.

Even Jixiang felt that it was more difficult than performing surgery on Neymar.

Then there is the strong man talking about his drinking experience, from drinking to resist depression when he was studying abroad, to drinking more and more, almost to the extent of alcoholism, to getting married.

After getting married, his wife doesn't let him drink so much, but he has a lot of entertainment, so he can't stop drinking.

All kinds of experiences are narrated like a few treasures, and Ji Xiang feels like a priest listening to people's confession.

That's two jobs, plus money!

Ji Xiang thought to himself.

One stitch at a time, or cosmetic stitching, Jixiang did it perfectly.

After more than two hours, he finally recovered the broken dragon from the middle and overcame the interference of the deformation.

Looking at the stitched back, Ji Xiang was quite satisfied.

"Okay, I'll pay the money later and get a tetanus."

"My mother-in-law is also doing it for my own good. If it weren't for her, I would have been drinking and freezing to death by now." The strong man finally concluded.

He stood up and turned his head several times to look behind him, but couldn't see it.

Ji Xiang took a photo with his mobile phone.

The strong man looked at the photo and was quite satisfied.

"Little brother, your level is really high! Awesome! I didn't expect to be able to sew so well."

"good."

The strong man put on his clothes and went out. A middle-aged woman in her 40s gave him a vicious look at the door, pulled him by the ear and dragged him to a corner to reprimand her son.

Ji Xiang watched the quarrel between the couple and smiled slightly.

"Xiaoji, you've worked hard today." Meng Qingfei said with some guilt and embarrassment.

"My eyes are a bit blurry, the footlights in our disposal room are too bright." Ji Xiang complained very kindly.

"Usually larger sutures are sent to the inpatient department, and the three or five stitches in the emergency department are finished. I didn't notice the brightness of the footlights."

"Mr. Meng, those couples are quite interesting."

Ji Xiang pointed at the strong man who was being taught by the ear in the corner and said.

"Hey." Meng Qingfei smiled.

Ji Xiang briefly told him the life experience of the brawny man.

"That's it." Meng Qingfei said, "Speaking of tattoos, I know a girl who is 23 and four years old and has tattoos on her arms. Her parents asked me to introduce a boyfriend."

"I chatted with the girl for a while and asked her what kind of girl she was looking for. She said it was normal. Because of tattoos, it was difficult to find a boyfriend. She also complained that everyone discriminated against tattoos, and she was a good girl. on."

"I asked, why didn't you look for it in your tattoo circle?"

Ji Xiang grinned.

It seemed that Meng Qingfei was not willing to spoil that girl either.

Meng Qingfei shrugged, "She didn't look for me after that. But if you have tattoos, just wash them off. Who hasn't been young and frivolous yet?"

With that said, Meng Qingfei looked at Ji Xiang.

It seems that the person in front of me has never been there before.

"Tattoos are also divided into places. There are many theories about the tattoos on the lower abdomen. Some bosses talked about it when they came down for a consultation." Meng Qingfei sighed, "I really don't understand what young people are thinking now."

"Small belly, that seems to be a habit in some circles. It's just to avoid getting in touch after encountering it." Ji Xiang said.

"I heard from the bosses that they will be very careful when they meet people with tattoos on their lower abdomen and lower back. Especially emergency patients, they should check for AIDS and syphilis immediately. The probability of positive is very high, so it is better to be careful."

Ji Xiang didn't know much about it, he just knew that a certain circle would have some weird patterns tattooed on his lower abdomen and back waist, like some kind of ritual.

The couple in the corner had finished "communicating", and the woman came back with the dejected man.

"Doctor, I'm sorry to trouble you." The woman said politely, "You can write the bill for me, and I will pay it now."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and glared at the man again.

The man is honest, like a little sheep.

Chapter 688

Meng Qingfei took out the fee bill that had been prepared earlier, and the woman flew into a rage after looking at it, and jumped to point at the strong man's nose and cursed again.

The brawny man just giggled, not even daring to fart.

However, the woman understood the rules, she didn't make too much noise in the corridor of the hospital, she cursed a few words and went to pay the fee.

"Mr. Meng, have you ever met a patient who suffers from alcoholism?" Ji Xiang asked.

"There are not many similar patients in the emergency department... To be honest, there are not many." Meng Qingfei gave Ji Xiang an answer he didn't expect.

"Ah?!" Ji Xiang wanted to hear Meng Qingfei's description of alcoholism, but he didn't expect that Meng Qingfei didn't say much.

"Most of the Jiumengzi in our Northeast are dead, so they can't come to the emergency department." The emergency physician was watching the fun, but now that the song is over, Ji Xiang still couldn't understand, so he added.

"Dead?" Ji Xiang was surprised.

"Alcoholism is unconsciousness caused by drinking all year round. In the south, if you drink too much, you lie on the road or sleep in the grass and you pass. But it's so cold here, and every year there are several people who drink too much and freeze to death. "

"They didn't wear clothes when they died, as if they were very hot, you know." Meng Qingfei asked Ji Xiang.

Ji Xiang knew about this, and he nodded.

"Why do you drink so much?" Meng Qingfei said, "We used to have a doctor who drank heavily. Later, he was on duty and hid in an empty ward to drink in the middle of the night. As a result, he had a hypertensive cerebral hemorrhage in the middle of the night."

"..."

"Doctor! Doctor!!"

Meng Qingfei was talking about his drinking history, when suddenly hurried footsteps came from the corridor.

What emergency doctors are most afraid of is the wailing sound of the 120 ambulance, and shouting at the doctor from a long distance.

Meng Qingfei and the emergency physician walked out side by side at the same time, standing at the side of the corridor and watching.

It was a man trotting over with the patient on his back. The man's body was a little weak, and his legs were already weak.

"What disease!" Meng Qingfei asked loudly.

"Take medicine!"

Meng Qingfei smiled slightly, looked sideways at the emergency physician, and raised his hand as a gesture of invitation.

The emergency physician was a little distressed, sighed deeply, walked to the door of the emergency room and waved, "This side!"

Then she asked the nurse to prepare the gastric lavage machine.

The man ran in with the patient on his back. Meng Qingfei was about to leave easily, but suddenly he seemed to see something and was slightly taken aback.

But Meng Qingfei seemed unsure, he frowned in thought, like a sculpture.

Taking medicine and gastric lavage, the emergency department often encounters similar patients.

Even patients taking medicine in this hospital are not uncommon.

"Teacher Meng, are you also interested in this?" Ji Xiang asked.

Meng Qingfei hesitated for a while, then shook his head, "Oh, I have a knitting interest. I just can't think about it for a while, so I can't help it."

"A moment?"

"A few years ago, our department had a nurse who was hired outside. Both her parents died when she was young, and she grew up with an uncle's family. She was extremely lacking in love. She found a boyfriend, and when she was about to talk about marriage, her boyfriend's family disliked her. poverty."

"This...isn't it." Ji Xiang said.

Meng Qingfei raised his head and glanced at Ji Xiang, "You are still young, you will understand in a few years."