Doctor of Healing

"You are Doctor Xiaoji, right? I haven't watched the show, and I haven't seen it in normal times. I'm sorry."

"Teacher, you are being polite." Ji Xiang said politely, but his attitude was really polite.

"Tsk tsk, if you write the paper, there will be no problem." The B-ultrasound doctor patted Ji Xiang on the shoulder with a smile.

The emergency physician was a little anxious, "What are you talking about, the patient still..."

"Neurological symptoms caused by patent foramen ovale will be relieved on their own, usually within 1-2 hours, and there is no sequelae." Ji Xiang explained, "Then just send it to the cardiac surgery or circulatory surgery. It's useless to worry , wait and see."

"Give it a loop." Meng Qingfei directly came to a conclusion.

Ji Xiang was not interested in where the patient was sent. He looked up and saw Dr. Merz standing in the corner, staring blankly at the image on the echocardiography machine.

"Dr. Merz, this is what you call a definitive diagnosis." Ji Xiang walked over and waved the echocardiogram report in front of Dr. Merz like an electrocardiogram.

Dr. Merz stared blankly.

Ji Xiang knew that the training they had undergone was very strict, even harsh, and Dr. Merz must be able to understand echocardiographic images.

"Humility is a virtue." Ji Xiang joked, "I hope you have friends in Massachusetts who have told you the real diagnosis."

"That's impossible," Dr. Mertz murmured.

"Should I believe in echocardiographic images, or in the interdisciplinary diagnosis of a sports medicine doctor? Dr. Merz, if you were you, which would you choose?" Ji Xiang continued to sneer.

Dr. Merz burst into tears.

The moment the knight rushed up, he had already fallen, and fell in front of the big devil without any accident.

At this moment, the big demon king was wearing a black aura, with his foot on the knight's head, showing off his martial arts.

And I was the unlucky guy who fell in front of the Great Demon King.

Dr. Merz listened to Ji Xiang's sarcasm, and stared blankly at the image of the patent foramen ovale on the machine.

The machine was turned off, and the B-ultrasound doctor pushed the machine away. Before leaving, he still had a few jokes with Ji Xiang and Meng Qingfei.

"Dr. Merz, humility is a virtue. I think you should keep it in your heart, not just say it. It's not just young people who make ignorance a character. But God forgives young people, As for an old man of your age, it depends on God's heart."

Ji Xiang still hadn't forgotten about Dr. Merz, and left the emergency room with another sentence.

"!!!" Dr. Meltz was completely stunned, almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"Xiaoji, you seem to be not very polite to Dr. Mertz."

Back in the surgical clinic, Meng Qingfei asked with a smile.

"Well, Dr. Lin Jiuzelin applied to be a professor at Massachusetts General Hospital, and Dr. Merz voted against it."

Meng Qingfei covered his head.

There are these crap everywhere.

However, Dr. Merz chased after him fiercely, from the Massachusetts General Hospital to the Second Affiliated Hospital, and "chased" Lin Jiuze thousands of miles away.

No wonder Xiaoji has such a big opinion on Dr. Merz.

"Xiaoji, it's the first time I've seen you being so hostile to a doctor. Speaking of which, you're not polite, what level is Zaan?" Meng Qingfei smiled.

"It's okay, not too hostile."

Meng Qingfei remembered the past of Jixiang.

This young man seems to have an easy-going temper, but he is actually very sharp when encountering injustice.

But it has nothing to do with myself.

Meng Qingfei recalled Dr. Merz, perhaps because of his love for the house and his wife, and he also felt that Dr. Merz was very annoying.

"Is there any problem with the thesis?" Meng Qingfei asked.

"Probably not, I will write it myself." Ji Xiang asked with a smile, "Mr. Meng, do you want to be the first author or..."

Meng Qingfei laughed, "Of course I'll sell it!"

Xiaoji is really considerate. Meng Qingfei has no interest in publishing articles, and he doesn't want to go up when he is old, and he has no chance, so he is more interested in selling the first author.

"Xiaoji, everyone earns half of the money."

Ji Xiang thought for a while, "Okay."

Meng Qingfei was slightly taken aback, but then smiled more cheerfully, "Come on, let's smoke a cigarette."

Right now, there are no patients. After dinner, they will go home or go to nightclubs. There should be more car accidents and fights.

Ji Xiang followed Meng Qingfei to the duty room, saw Dr. Merz standing in a daze in the corridor, and did not chase Dr. Merz hard.

There are many opportunities to beat the dog in the water, as long as Dr. Merz does not give up trying to trouble Lin Jiuze.

When he came to the duty room, Meng Qingfei threw Ji Xiang a cigarette.

"That foreign doctor really doesn't know what he's thinking." Meng Qingfei lit a cigarette, took a puff happily, and said, "I feel like I have a diagnosis with the electrocardiogram."

"There are not many cases of headache and neurological symptoms caused by patent foramen ovale. Maybe he didn't expect it. After all, the medical community has not given a clear statement, just a guess." Ji Xiang gave a fair evaluation.

Meng Qingfei was not talking about this.

"I have a classmate who returned to his hometown after graduation and became the chief director of hepatobiliary surgery within 10 years."

"But I worked hard, suffered from a whole body of problems, had emergency operations every day, and seldom had breakfast, so there was no accidental cholecystitis."

"One day he had a sudden pain in the upper right abdomen. He had a B-ultrasound. The gallbladder was slightly inflamed, and he had an EKG. Nothing happened. He asked a nurse to prescribe the medicine for him, and then he was quiet in the director's office."

"The drip was very fast. After the nurse pulled out the needle and saw that he was fine, he left. He didn't come home very late, and the family kept calling but no one answered. The nurse received a call from the family and went to the director's office carefully. One glance."

Ji Xiang didn't prick up his ears, he had already guessed the ending.

"I've been dead for 3 hours, my heart attack." Meng Qingfei sighed, "Tell me, it's a pity that I'm less than 40 years old."

"Is the heart rate okay?"

"Yeah." Meng Qingfei saw Ji Xiang's speech, and asked directly what he meant, and his heart moved. He was going to tell Ji Xiang, but now he changed his mind, "Xiaoji, let's test you, what do you think?" thing."

"According to the chronological order, most of what he did at that time was an ordinary 12-lead ECG. In this case, the posterior wall and right heart must be added, that is, an 18-lead ECG."

"!!!" Meng Qingfei froze for a moment and then gave a thumbs up.

"Xiaoji, you all know this!"

"Hehe." Ji Xiang scratched his head, and he was also listening to the system NPC in the system operating room.

"If you don't say that there are still problems with the electrocardiogram sometimes, it is right to be cautious."

Ji Xiang knew that it was Mr. Meng Qingfei who told him about the problems he encountered in clinical practice, so he was very serious.

"A few years ago, I met a college student, a junior in our medical university. He came in the middle of the night and said it was a severe toothache. At that time, the physician prescribed a new medicine for him."

"Speaking of which, the drug Xinhuang Tablet is really effective for some toothaches. I always feel that there is an analgesic ingredient in it."

Meng Qingfei continued after chatting, "After a few hours, he was sent for rescue again, and suffered a cardiac arrest."

"Heart attack? 20 years old?"

"Almost, since that incident... There have been some rare cases of death caused by myocardial infarction. Director Bai began to request that no matter who comes, he should mention an electrocardiogram."

"For this matter, we have been scolded a lot."

"The patient's family members don't understand."

"I definitely don't understand. I have a toothache and you have to ask me to do an electrocardiogram. Is this a black-hearted doctor or something." Meng Qingfei laughed at himself.

"Do it, sign it if you don't do it, it's better to spend a little time and get scolded than the patient's family members who died." Ji Xiang said.

As he talked, he recalled that in the future hospital, the intelligent system seemed to be able to do the electrocardiogram in one package.

I don't even know when I did it, presumably Shen Lang glanced at it and saw that it was all right, so he didn't tell himself.

"That foreign doctor...hahaha." Meng Qingfei laughed out loud as he spoke, "What is he doing here?"

"Who knows, it should be to see Wen Banyama's surgery."

"Really coming?!"

"Mr. Meng, are you familiar with Wenban Yama?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Well, I've been watching him play. The current NBA is associated with spinach, so it's really nothing to watch." Meng Qingfei said, "But Wenban Yama's approach is very similar to Dayao's. When he first entered the NBA, he was like Ma Gan. Same, later in order to strengthen against muscle gain.”

"Think about it, muscles can be increased, but the load is also heavy." Meng Qingfei said, shaking his head, "Is it possible to go back again?"

"Mr. Meng, you care so much about Wenban Yama."

"I always feel that Dayao was a pity back then." Meng Qingfei said, "If there were no injuries, or in the current small ball era, Dayao would have achieved better results. So looking at Wenban Yama is about the same as watching Dayao. , which is roughly equivalent to going back to 08 and 09.”

"I mean, you see."

"I probably understand." Ji Xiang smiled, "There should be no problem with the operation, and I will report to you when it is finished."

"Don't, don't." Meng Qingfei waved his hands again and again, "I can't stand you being too polite. It would be nice to have the cheek to write some SCI articles."

"Mr. Meng, you are really too polite." Ji Xiang thought to himself that he seemed to have a different understanding of Meng Qingfei.

I still remember that during a certain empathy, when I woke up from general anesthesia, I called Meng Qingfei's name.

Maybe it's because he is his teacher in emergency department.

What Ji Xiang remembers most deeply is that once Meng Qingfei saw a child going to the pediatric department, and he was wandering around the door anxiously.

You must know that the first thing Ji Xiang knew about Meng Qingfei was to remove the stitches for a rx plastic surgery patient. He was the kind of person who refused to remove the stitches regardless of whether the other party would complain or not, and sent them away directly.

The relatively contradictory character highlights a kind of charm.

"Don't talk about this, Xiaoji, you are going to Shanghai for surgery this time, so it goes well."

Speaking of Shanghai, Ji Xiang told Meng Qingfei that he suddenly couldn't perform surgery.

Meng Qingfei listened with gusto.

"Ha, I didn't expect you, Xiaoji, to have such a situation!" Meng Qingfei's eyes lit up, "I have had it too!"

The two suddenly communicated about not being able to perform surgery.

Ji Xiang heard several examples from Meng Qingfei, and he realized that what the system npc said was not a lie, and similar cases were indeed not isolated cases, but a relatively common phenomenon.

It's just like a disease, some people are mild and some are serious.

"Xiaoji, you're awesome!" Meng Qingfei gave a thumbs up after finishing speaking, his eyes glowing brightly.

"what?"

Ji Xiang was taken aback by this awesome sentence.

"The sooner this happens, the greater the future progress will be. You understand what I mean." Meng Qingfei rubbed his hands as he spoke, before he waited for Ji Xiang to speak, he added, "If you want to say The dimensional wall, you broke the dimensional wall this time, how long have you been a magician!"

"..."

"Cattle!!!"

Chapter 783 deal, delay no more

"Teacher Meng, I think it's my inner demon." Ji Xiang felt that what Meng Qingfei said was too exaggerated.

"It's like long-distance running. The sooner the limit is reached, the better. The technical term seems to be called the pole. I heard an athlete say it. The poles of professional athletes are very vague, and it is called the second breath or something."

What Meng Qingfei said was a bit confusing and complicated, but Ji Xiang probably understood the meaning.

He thought about it carefully, and it seemed that it was somewhat similar to his own situation and could be compared.

"Doctor, in the face of life and death, do you think everyone is the same?" Meng Qingfei smiled and said, "Yes, yes, extremes have appeared at this age. By the way, did you recover later?"

"Okay, I quickly adjusted my mood, and the delay was probably less than 10 minutes, and then the operation was successfully completed."

Meng Qingfei smiled and pondered, seeing him was happier than seeing him overcome a towering hurdle.

"Work hard in the future, but you know the world better than me when I was young, and you will go further. I really thought that as long as the level is high, it doesn't matter what it is."

Meng Qingfei looked at Ji Xiang, "Later, there was a competition between two candidates for the president of a large hospital, did you know?"

"Emmm, I've heard that it happened many years ago. I wasn't there at that time, right, Mr. Meng."

Ji Xiang and Meng Qingfei played charades.

"Yes." Meng Qingfei said, "Originally, according to my point of view at the time, someone with a high level should be the dean, but it turned out that the other one took advantage of him to study abroad and took the dean's position with a thunderbolt. Shameless. But the way they operate in the later stage, that’s not bragging.”

Ji Xiang knew a thing or two about this allusion, and he looked at Meng Qingfei with a smile.

"And the one with a high level of technology went to Jinmen later. How should I put it?" Meng Qingfei patted his head, "I can't help it with Yumu's head."