The next day, Ji Xiang came to the hospital to prepare for work, and after a while, Deng Chaohong came to work, and he walked into the office in civilian clothes.

"Xiao Ji, I accepted a patient, a retired member of the provincial weightlifting team, you go and collect a medical history and write a medical record."

"Okay." Ji Xiang responded.

A short man walked in with an expressionless face, glanced at Ji Xiang, and unlike ordinary patients, he did not smile at Ji Xiang and express his respect for the doctor in charge of the bed.

But Ji Xiang understands this emotion too well, and the patient is estimated to have died and lived after being tortured by injuries, and his career is on the verge of being scrapped, so it is strange to laugh at this time.

Ji Xiang had a similar experience, and when it was completely hopeless, Ji Xiang's coach smiled, comforted Ji Xiang and found him a job as an assistant coach to support his family.

"Hello, go through the hospitalization procedures, and I'll ask for a medical history when I come back from work."

Ji Xiang was busy helping the patient go through the hospitalization procedures, and after the shift, he first used the scattered time to deal with the doctor's instructions during the ward round, and followed Deng Chaohong to the operation.

After stepping down at noon, Ji Xiang went to the patient's bedside to ask about his medical history.

The patient's expression was flat, like a stone, and Ji Xiang asked two or three sentences before saying a word.

It would be very impatient if it were someone else, but Ji Xiang has "experienced" all this and knows what the patient has suffered in the past year.

He didn't comfort him, just asked, recorded, and pondered how to operate.

The H-Z operation taught by system N is like a big basket, similar to tendon and ligament surgeries can be loaded into it, and the specific way to do it depends on Ji Xiang's choice.

Back in the office, Zhao Zhe hurriedly came to comfort Ji Xiang, "Xiao Ji, the patient is in a bad mood, don't mind."

"I don't mind." Ji Xiang said, "His career is gone, and if he wants to retire, he won't be in a better mood for anyone."

"It's like that when patients are in a bad mood, they don't realize that their emotions are extreme. I haven't seen athletes, but I've seen a lot of cancer patients.

Our kidney cancer is a kind of lazy cancer, there is no metastasis, the tumor is not large, and the possibility of healing after cutting it out is very high. Everything that should be said has been told to the patient, and everything that should be done has been done, but the patient is still afraid.

I also know that their worries are inevitable, but I see that many patients are depressed in their hearts, and they just can't open it. Many patients are getting worse day by day, and I know in my heart that most of them are scared to death, not from illness."

Ji Xiang scratched his head, "Brother Zhao, you don't need to comfort me, I have been in contact with athletes and know their feelings."

"Huh?" Zhao Zhe was stunned.

"Even if it's not contact, let's watch the live broadcast, whether it's basketball or football." Ji Xiang said, "If you become a doctor, your lifelong career is suddenly gone, and no one can be happy.

Let's put it this way, the operation was done well, and the director came early the next morning and suddenly told us not to be allowed to go on stage, what do we think in our hearts."

"I've experienced this." When Zhao Zhe said this, he suddenly laughed, "It's nothing, if you don't let you work, you won't do it, and it's good to eat the Corey Average Award."

The so-called insincere words are like Zhao Zhe, his smile is full of bitterness and bitterness.

Ji Xiang didn't talk much with Zhao Zhe, and was about to start entering medical records.

Zhao Zhe rushed to work, took the paper from which Ji Xiang asked about his medical history, and wrote the medical record according to the records on it.

….

His basic skills are solid, and his medical records are well written.

In Zhao Zhe's words, it is to prevent the director from wearing small shoes for him, so all kinds of clinical details are done sufficiently, and no one is left with a handle.

With Zhao Zhe here, Ji Xiang has done a lot of work. However, no matter how many people there are in clinical work, they can never be completed, and it is basically impossible to complete the work by working overtime.

……

……

When Zhao Tianjiao returned home, he saw his father sitting on the sofa, very serious.

He knew that once his father sat in this position, something big must be there.

"Dad, I'm back." Zhao Tianjiao said tentatively.

"Sit."

Zhao Tianjiao sat opposite Zhao Jixiang, with his hands on his lap, and behaved

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"Do you know that a patient's family in the orthopedic department asked a professor from the imperial capital to operate on his own?" Zhao Jixiang asked straight to the point.

"I heard Mr. Xu say that the day after tomorrow afternoon surgery, let me go to see the level of the Imperial Capital Professor." Zhao Tianjiao replied.

"Professor Xue is highly accomplished in sports medicine, and after the operation, I will have a meal with Deng Chaohong and Professor Xue."

Zhao Tianjiao's eyes lit up.

"Originally, I arranged for you to go to the imperial capital to study, and the teacher you were looking for was not Professor Xue, but it was good to catch up with him and meet him."

"Hmm!" Zhao Tianjiao nodded vigorously.

"Sports medicine, not heavy work, high income, higher social status, if you are interested, you can use it as the direction of future work."

"I know, Dad." "Professor Deng's direction is in joint and sports medicine. However, there are relatively few patients related to our side, and unlike the imperial capital, arthroscopic surgery and joint replacement alone are already great."

"It doesn't hurt to get to know more experts in the field. When you meet, you get acquainted, and if you have the opportunity to contact more in the future, you won't be at a loss."

As he spoke, Zhao Jixiang's mobile phone rang, and he clicked on the screen and glanced at it.

Zhao Tianjiao knows his old man's habits, and theoretically he should explain to himself after knowing the priorities of things.

If it's a small thing, talk to yourself first; If it's a big deal, end the conversation.

But today, the old man kept staring at his phone, and the light and shadow of the screen flickered on his face, as if it was his mood.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

Waiting for Zhao Jixiang to put down his phone, Zhao Tianjiao asked in a low voice.

"I asked about Professor Xue." Zhao Jixiang took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, "It's said that Professor Xue is a little bit of a problem, and he is more domineering."

"It's normal to be domineering, and I've heard that many doctors with high surgical skills usually say the same thing, and they are very domineering." Zhao Tianjiao disagreed.

Zhao Jixiang shook his head.

He knew that Zhao Tianjiao was still young and couldn't understand the meaning of his words.

But it doesn't matter, there is no Professor Xue on the way to Zhao Tianjiao, and this time I happened to come to the Second Courtyard to fly knives, meet and drink two glasses of wine, I don't think I will embarrass myself.

Even if you have a domineering temper and speak with a lot of gunfire, it doesn't matter.

For the sake of his son, he can endure it as much as he wants, and he doesn't get along with Professor Xue for a long time.

After thinking about everything in an instant, Zhao Jixiang's heart was stable.

"By the way, Tianjiao, how is Ji Xiang lately?"

"Dad, he recently operated with Professor Deng, and he also performed a partial resection of kidney cancer with a team of Director Liu of the Department of Urology, which is not in accordance with the law!" Zhao Tianjiao complained.

"That's the ability of others, and they beat it with their bare hands." Zhao Jixiang said in a deep voice, "If you are envious, work hard yourself."

Doctor of the Department of Healing.

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