Doctor of Healing

"Someone is going to have an operation? You can come." Ji Xiang replied casually.

"They want me to have an operation." Deng Chaohong didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Ji Xiang smiled.

The logical relationship here is very simple and clear, and you don't need to think about it.

"Xiaoji, the question now is...whether the operation is sure." Deng Chaohong asked seriously.

"Teacher Deng, smoke a cigarette." Ji Xiang took out the cigarette and handed it to Deng Chaohong.

Deng Chaohong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He knew that Ji Xiang basically didn't smoke, but he still carried it with him.

The child's maturity far exceeds his age and appearance.

"Mr. Deng, not to mention Wang Dali and Neymar, we have also performed more than a dozen surgeries on Achilles tendon rupture recently. Do you think there is a problem?" Ji Xiang asked back.

"But this time it's a call from the General Administration, and the hospital also attaches great importance to it."

"One hundred percent, no one can guarantee it, you say so."

Deng Chaohong looked at Ji Xiang helplessly.

He is like an old doctor who has been in charge for many years. He doesn't want to climb up at all.

Even Deng Chaohong felt that Ji Xiang was a bit greasy because of his greasy words.

But Deng Chaohong knew that this was just his own idea, and if it was him, he should have said the same thing.

"Do it, come if you believe it, and do it if you don't believe it." Ji Xiang didn't care.

"Xiaoji, I want to tell you something very important. Director Bai contacted me a few days ago, saying that he wanted to interview and admit you as my graduate student."

"Exemption, no need, I can take the exam."

"..."

"I'm good at exams!" Ji Xiang showed his small white teeth.

Oh shit!

Deng Chaohong cursed viciously in his heart.

He is well aware of how many connections and effort will be spent for graduate students admitted without examination.

But Jixiang didn't care at all!

That's right, they didn't brag.

Whether it is the martial arts competition in the hospital or the first place in the national medical practitioner examination, it all confirms Ji Xiang's statement-he is good at examinations.

"Xiaoji, that's not the case." Deng Chaohong broke it apart and explained carefully, "Master and Ph. Become a Jieqing."

"Jieqing requires at least a doctorate degree or a senior professional title."

Deng Chaohong added.

"Oh, thank you Teacher Deng." Ji Xiangke said politely.

Deng Chaohong felt that Ji Xiang didn't care at all and was very perfunctory.

But all this seems to come from Ji Xiang's sincerity.

That strange feeling tore Deng Chaohong apart.

He smoked in silence, and looked up at Ji Xiang after ten seconds, "There must be some embarrassment in the middle, not to mention me, but Director Bai has to put in a lot of effort. Do you know how much trouble there is for your graduate student quota?" thing."

"How big is it?" Ji Xiang was taken aback.

"Zhao Tianjiao wanted to become my graduate student wholeheartedly. Later, Director Bai discussed with the dean and planned to give you a place to be exempted from the exam. Zhao Tianjiao was hit in the heart, and then someone instigated him, so..."

Ji Xiang was really stunned this time.

He still remembered Zhao Tianjiao's hanging himself some time ago, and he also met Professor Zhou and Shen Lang while empathizing with him.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Tianjiao's suicide had something to do with him.

What a disaster.

"Let's talk about it, we have great resistance, and others are jealous." Deng Chaohong said honestly, "If we can have the full support of national departments, everything will be much better, and there will be less gossip."

"Okay, Mr. Deng." Ji Xiang smiled without changing his face, "I really can't guarantee [-]%, but there is a high probability of success, at least it can return to the level before the injury."

"Is Neymar an exception?" Deng Chaohong asked.

"No." Ji Xiang replied, "Mr. Deng, you have also seen the recent surgery. You also know the recovery speed of patients after surgery. They are not professional athletes, but ordinary people. The recovery after surgery is not very scientific."

Deng Chaohong nodded.

He patted Ji Xiang's shoulder hard, and took a deep look at Ji Xiang.

Ji Xiang was very uncomfortable. He didn't expect that Zhao Tianjiao's suicide had something to do with him. What the hell!

Chapter 769

"Xiaoji, what do we need to do to improve the success rate of the operation?" Deng Chaohong asked.

Obviously, Deng Chaohong is very concerned about this.

Ji Xiang was curious, something seemed wrong with Deng Chaohong today.

Deng Chaohong hesitated a little after seeing Ji Xiang's gaze, and said directly, "Recently, some of my classmates have been contacting me, asking me about the recovery process of our patients after surgery, and even asked about every physical examination very carefully."

"I feel that they are coveting this technique."

"I didn't participate in Neymar's operation, but I didn't understand Zhao Dali's operation at the time. I have been paying attention to this young man since then. His recovery can be said to be very good, if..."

Deng Chaohong hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth.

The value of this surgery is clear to ordinary orthopedic surgeons, not to mention sports medicine specialists.

I definitely can't think that Ji Xiang doesn't know, if that's the case, I don't take people seriously.

Ji Xiang smiled and did not interrupt Deng Chaohong's words.

"I said it to make money." Deng Chaohong said frankly, "I think Xiaoji's operation is still biased towards embolization and resection of kidney cancer."

Speaking of this, Deng Chaohong himself felt embarrassed, he rubbed his hands and smiled repeatedly.

It's like being with your mentor many years ago.

"Doing surgery on athletes, especially top athletes, is indeed very profitable." Ji Xiang said with a smile, "Mr. Deng, the surgery must be fine."

"The difficulty lies in damaging the capillary network as little as possible. The previous surgical procedures were too crude."

Deng Chaohong was ashamed.

"It will be better if you have more experience, and if someone asks you for surgery, I will provide you with a set."

at last!

Deng Chaohong got an affirmative answer from Jixiang.

Although a little ashamed, Deng Chaohong didn't care so much.

What most people know now is that their "students" made random shots and completed Neymar's surgery, and Neymar recovered well.

If as a teacher, he did it himself, the surgery would definitely be better!

Deng Chaohong chuckled, feeling a little embarrassed.

It's good to be able to earn some money with Ji Xiang's hands. There's nothing shameful about earning money.

"Xiaoji, what do you say to the president and I?"

"I am an assistant, and you are a teacher. You can do the surgery, and the success rate is not low." Ji Xiang answered very politely, just as Deng Chaohong wanted.

"Really...really..." Deng Chaohong rubbed his hands, not knowing what to say.

"When will the patient come?" Ji Xiang asked.

"No, I guess I might go to Shanghai."

"Oh."

Seeing that Ji Xiang was a bit reluctant, Deng Chaohong quickly persuaded him, "Xiao Ji, there are many large third-class hospitals in Shanghai, with high standards and higher income. It would be better to change the platform."

"I... am not short of money."

"!!!"

Deng Chaohong was startled, and sighed deeply in his heart.

Not short of money, this reason is really enviable.

But Deng Chaohong knew that Ji Xiang was definitely not talking nonsense. An SCI paper cost tens of thousands of dollars, and if it sold for 1, it would be a big favor, but Ji Xiang smiled, didn't care, and gave it away.

The gap between people is really big, Deng Chaohong thought about it, and the sadness in his heart flowed like a river.

But he soon became happy, if Jixiang was short of money, how could he have such a good opportunity.

Deng Chaohong was thinking about it when his cell phone rang suddenly.

"Hey?"

"Ah! Where is it?"

"Okay, okay, we'll be there soon!"

Deng Chaohong hung up the phone and ran out in a hurry.

"Xiaoji, I'm going to the intensive care unit."

Deng Chaohong ran a few steps and found that Ji Xiang was following him behind him.This kid is really trustworthy, Deng Chaohong thought to himself.

While waiting for the elevator, Deng Chaohong took the initiative to say, "In the past, a nurse's daughter in the department was ill, so I thought she should take medicine."

"Are you all right?"

"Not good, I didn't breathe on my own." Deng Chaohong frowned, "He is in the intensive care unit, and it is said that he may be brain dead."

brain death!

Vegetative! !

Ji Xiang was slightly taken aback.

At the door of the intensive care unit, a middle-aged woman squatted on the ground, covering her eyes with her hands, tears streaming from her fingers.

"Qu Dan, what's going on." Deng Chaohong asked.

"Brother Deng, I don't know. The child is studying at home. I went to deliver the fruit. She smiled at me and fell to the ground when she turned around. I...I..."

"I gonna go see."

Deng Chaohong did not comfort the middle-aged woman, but entered the gate of the intensive care unit.

Ji Xiang followed behind Deng Chaohong, put on a sterile suit, changed his shoes, and strode in.

After asking about the situation, both Deng Chaohong and Ji Xiang were dumbfounded.

The director of the intensive care unit considered the patient's oral overdose to be suicide.He had no spontaneous breathing before he was sent to the hospital, and he still doesn't have it now. Considering brain death, he is already in a vegetable state.

The patient is currently being assisted by a ventilator and is fine for the time being.

Deng Chaohong frowned and sighed uncontrollably.

"Director Lei, is there any help?" Deng Chaohong asked.

The director of the intensive care unit had a straight face, "Although the rescue was timely, the current situation is not optimistic."

Not optimistic. These three words have many extended meanings. In the current context, it can basically be understood as a high probability of brain death and a vegetative state.

Ji Xiang quietly went for a simple physical examination. The patient's neurological reflexes were indeed as Director Lei in the intensive care unit said, very pessimistic, and the score was almost zero.

The diagnosis of this patient is relatively simple, but this age is quite embarrassing.

After cardiopulmonary resuscitation after cardiac arrest, although the patient recovered his own heart rate, he was still in a deep coma, unable to breathe on his own, and his blood pressure was low, requiring vasopressors to maintain blood pressure.

She is now in a tube and is breathing with the help of a ventilator.

With the operation of the ventilator, the patient's chest wall rose and fell, which made Ji Xiang feel empty.

There was nothing Deng Chaohong could do. After asking about the situation, he went out and talked with the patient's family.

When encountering similar things, all the doctor can do is comfort.