Doctor of Healing

Oh shit!

Ji Xiang cursed viciously in his heart.

Hold your breath and concentrate, instead of entering the operating room of the system, Ji Xiang wants to concentrate on himself.

But the more this was the case, the more out of shape his surgical actions became.

"Huh?" Deng Chaohong also noticed something was wrong, he looked up at Ji Xiang, although he didn't say too much, he secretly complained.

Young master, don't lose the chain at this critical moment!

"It's okay, Mr. Deng." Ji Xiang narrowed his eyes, and returned a smile to Deng Chaohong.

Director Liu of the local hospital stood behind in a lead suit and stared at the operation.

"Director, is this the level?" A professor leading the group said disdainfully, "It's not as smooth as the doctor's exam under me."

"Keep down." Director Liu said in a low voice.

"What the hell, even if you don't go abroad for surgery, you can't find a doctor from a lower-level hospital to do it. It's just nonsense."

Director Liu didn't speak, but turned his head and gave Professor Dai a look, signaling him not to speak.

"Oh." The professor with the group sighed.

Although their voices were soft, Deng Chaohong still heard them.

It was like a slap in the face of Deng Chaohong.

But Deng Chaohong couldn't help it. The operation was originally done by Ji Xiang. He has watched hundreds of TV shows and still doesn't understand Ji Xiang's technique.

Even if Dong Shi imitated, he could only imitate 3% at most, no more was possible.

The more Deng Chaohong thought about it, the more worried he became, and the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. He couldn't understand why Ji Xiang suddenly lost the chain.

He was fine when he ate early in the morning, and Ji Xiang was not sick.

Isn't this a joke!

If it was a different person, Deng Chaohong would at least say a few words to beat him.

But the person standing beside him was Ji Xiang, and Deng Chaohong didn't know what to say.

Forget it, let it be like this, I can only hope that Xiaoji will return to normal soon.

However, is it possible?

Deng Chaohong can only take on more work as much as possible, and let Ji Xiang do less.

Open the skin, blunt dissection, and the surgical field is worse than usual.

Deng Chaohong knew very well what Jixiang did during the operation. Without the assistance of such a great assistant, he could only do this with all his efforts.

But the most important thing is to cooperate with Lin Jiuze's operation to suture the Achilles tendon.

At this step, Deng Chaohong knew the principle, and he had read all kinds of papers written by Ji Xiang over and over again, even to the point of reciting them backwards.

But if this is the case, Deng Chaohong still can't do it.

At the same time, Lin Jiuze and Zhao Zhe have already started superselection and imaging.

On the image, the thin invisible capillaries of the Achilles tendon were faintly visible, but Deng Chaohong didn't know what to do next.

He looked up at Ji Xiang.

Ji Xiang was watching the video, and stretched out his hand after making a judgment in his heart.

With the needle holder clapped in his hands, Ji Xiang was ready to sew.

However, just as the needle tip was about to fall, Ji Xiang felt something was wrong.There is a deviation in the position, and my hand is a little unsteady.

Li Muzhi's gray hair and "myself"'s experience of graying overnight hit the depths of my heart like waves.

Ji Xiang's strong heart is already crumbling.

What's going on here?Ji Xiang stopped his movements, closed his eyes slightly, regardless of Lin Jiuze was by his side, and came to the operating room of the system with breathless concentration.

"Is that okay?" said the professor with group contemptuously.

This time his voice was not deliberately lowered, Deng Chaohong heard it clearly.

"Professor Deng, why don't you suture?" Director Liu also noticed that the key part of the operation was performed by Ji Xiang.

As soon as Ji Xiang stopped, Deng Chaohong did not continue.

Is this taking students for surgery?Director Liu was very upset.

"Uh..." Deng Chaohong was taken aback.

"Professor Deng, you know the patient's condition. It seems inappropriate to bring students to do this kind of surgery."

Chapter 778 The Surgeon Forgot How to Do the Surgery

Ji Xiang stood in the operating room of the system, staring blankly at the system NPC.

"What's wrong with you?" The system NPC asked puzzled seeing Ji Xiang's confused face.

Since entering the operating room of the system, every time Ji Xiang comes in, he greets the system NPC respectfully, and has never been in such a silly situation.

Moreover, Ji Xiang's face was ugly, and he knew something had happened at a glance.

"Master..." Ji Xiang was a little embarrassed, he stammered, "Suddenly I don't know how to perform surgery, what should I do?"

The NPC of the system was not surprised by Ji Xiang's thoughtless words, he walked up to Ji Xiang with his hands back, and raised his hand to touch Ji Xiang's head.

Ji Xiang is tall, and the system NPC is stooped and a little short.Although Ji Xiang is confused, his instinct is still there.Seeing the gesture of the system NPC, he quickly bent down.

The system NPC touched Ji Xiang's head, and said with a smile, "You are the latest surgeon who can't perform surgery in the empathy system."

"???"

Countless question marks rose above Ji Xiang's head.

What does the system NPC mean?The last surgeon who can't operate?

Although the last one, this attributive seems to be a compliment to himself, but he doesn't know how to perform surgery... Ji Xiang has never heard of a doctor having a similar moment.

"Your performance has been very good, exceeding expectations." The system NPC smiled slightly, "Go, accompany me to smoke a cigarette."

Ji Xiang respectfully followed the system NPC to the locker room.

Under the [No Smoking] sign, Ji Xiang saw the NPC of the system take out Bai Lingzhi.

This time the system NPC didn't just smell it, but directly lit the cigarette and took a deep breath.

After a long time, he took a breath.

"Doctor Xiaoji, do you know when your proficient surgical skills will be useless, do you think you can't perform surgery?"

Ji Xiang shook his head.

"Let me tell you a few things." The system NPC said slowly, "The first thing is that he is one of my students. He is very diligent and hardworking, and his level has improved rapidly. Although the talent is not top-notch, it is better to study hard. With hard training and the guidance of my famous teacher, he quickly became a first-line practitioner."

Ji Xiang was not surprised to hear that the system NPC said that he was a famous teacher.

"Once he performed an operation for a high esophageal cancer. At that time, the high esophageal cancer required a three-incision operation, neck anastomosis, and the doctor made a subcutaneous tunnel."

"The operation was considered a success, but the neck incision did not heal after the operation, and a headache-like anastomotic leak occurred.

Anastomotic leakage is relatively common, especially in high esophageal cancer surgery, which is the biggest risk.The patient's family members expressed their understanding, but he had mental problems at this time, so he refused to let the doctors under him change the dressing. "

"Teacher, is it wrong to do this?" Ji Xiang was a little puzzled when he heard the description of the system NPC.

"Yes, yes, but he felt guilty and distrustful of his operation." The system NPC said, "In addition, patients with anastomotic leakage of esophageal cancer will have a rotten smell from the local area. Don't worry." Speaking of wards, even the corridors of the wards smell bad."

"This ubiquitous smell added to his psychological stress."

"When I come to the hospital every day, I can smell the rotten smell before entering the ward. Xiaoji, let me ask you, what would you think if the patient were operated by you." The NPC of the system stared at Jixiang's eyes and asked.

"Uh..." Ji Xiang hesitated for a moment, put himself in his shoes and replied after thinking for a while, "The operation cannot be [-]% successful, and the local blood supply is really bad after the anastomosis of the high-level esophageal cancer. Even if there is a problem, I think as long as the operation It is understandable that there are no major mistakes.”

"Surgery, there is no guarantee of [-]% success. Since it has happened, just face it positively."

The system NPC shook his head.

"This is the difference between an intern doctor and a bed doctor." The system NPC said, "Doctors are under a lot of pressure. To put it bluntly, if the patient suddenly has a cardiac arrest and the rescue fails, it may be better. Come to the hospital every day , what you smell is the rotten smell of the anastomosis, which is even more difficult for the surgeon to accept."

"What happened later, teacher." Ji Xiang asked.

"Later, he couldn't do surgery anymore. Three operations failed in succession, and I was the one who saved it in the end."

"Until I went to work as his assistant and determined that he would no longer have surgery, I just let him go out on vacation. Stay away from the hospital and he will recover faster."

"Uh……"

Ji Xiang could vaguely feel what the system NPC said.

All of a sudden, he won't be able to perform surgery, so that the old director will be his assistant.

But all of this did not create moderators for the practitioners, but became a burden.

"Teacher, what happened next?"

"Later, I found a little doctor to change the medicine twice a day and give me enough protein. After more than 20 days, the patient's anastomotic leak grew."

"Can he not know that it takes time for an esophageal anastomotic fistula to develop? He must know. What should we do in this situation? Use time to grind it, it's a common-sense problem that all interns know."

The system NPC asked and answered questions, and Ji Xiang listened carefully.

"But there is too much pressure, so the technical movements are out of shape. Similar to sports competitions, some people's bodies in key events can withstand a lot of dopamine and adrenaline stimulation, and they will perform supernormally. Some people can't bear it. If you don’t make it to the competition, you will lose the chain.”

Ji Xiang scratched his head when he heard the system NPC say that the chain was broken.

Although he knows that he speaks better than himself, Ji Xiang is still a little embarrassed.

"When he came back later, I told him a lot. To be honest, I know that these little brats said behind their backs that I am willing to instill a worldview and are tired of my long speeches, so I seldom tell them."

"But this time it's different."

"Did he get better later?" Ji Xiang asked a little nervously.

"Of course, can you really forget how to do the surgery?" The system NPC laughed. "There are similar cases. Although I am not a doctor, it is an extremely rare disease, so I won't tell you more."

Seeing that Jixiang was still a little nervous, the system NPC laughed and said, "A famous doctor suffered from amnesia in a car accident. The diagnosis is not good enough, but the muscle memory of the operation is still there. I was stunned to have another month of surgery after the diagnosis of amnesia. .”

"!!!"

Ji Xiang was speechless.

"That's just one of them. I'll tell you about the second thing, which I experienced personally."

Ji Xiang felt that he was not in the first situation. He listened carefully and did not forget the things instilled by the system NPC anytime and anywhere as usual.

"I encountered something when I was young." The system NPC's expression became serious, "I was in the field hospital at that time, and the old squad leader of the cooking squad knew me very well and had a good relationship. At that time, we couldn't find tobacco leaves. Just look for dry leaves to smoke. After dinner every night, if we are not busy, we will smoke leaves together to talk nonsense."

"Later, the old squad leader was injured, and my mind went blank. All the blood I saw was blue, as blue as the sky."

"!!!"

"At that time, let alone surgery, I even forgot the most basic first aid. Looking at the old squad leader, I was completely stunned, and I just rolled a cigarette for him." The system NPC said, sighing deeply. He took a deep breath, "If I don't panic, maybe the old squad leader can still be saved."

Ji Xiang didn't expect that the NPC in the system would tell him such a past that he would never want to remember in his life.

"Do you want to give it a try?" the system NPC suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Ji Xiang was taken aback.

He saw the cloudy eyes of the system NPC suddenly become clear, and nodded subconsciously.

Do you want to go to the smoky battlefield?

Ji Xiang's palms were sweating.

Although he just felt empathy, Jixiang couldn't help but tense up.

The system NPC stubbed out the cigarette, Ji Xiang took the cigarette butt, threw it into the toilet and flushed it away, and followed the system NPC to the outside of the operating room.

The light and shadow flickered, Ji Xiang didn't open his eyes immediately, but sniffed hard.

There was no smell of gunpowder smoke, nor the deafening sound of gunfire, but a faint smell of a hospital.

The smell of disinfectant, sweat and loud human voices mixed together.

Sound and taste can be mixed together, which is a particularly weird feeling, but Jixiang thinks it really exists.

The "self" is lying on the bed, from the perspective of a bystander.