"Teacher, the patient agrees." Ji Xiang said.

"It is normal to disagree. The clinical work is extremely complicated and you have to face all kinds of things..."

Zhai Yuhan said, suddenly stunned.

Agree? Who agreed? What did you agree?

****, three huge question marks appeared above Zhai Yuhan's head.

"What did you say?" Zhai Yuhan was puzzled.

"The patient and the patient's family agreed to have the examination." Ji Xiang said, "I don't know the diagnosis and treatment process of our hospital. If possible, Teacher Zhai, can you arrange a half hour of examination before going to work tomorrow?"

“…”

Zhai Yuhan looked at Ji Xiang like he was looking at a monster.

How did he do it?!

Moreover, the plan proposed by Ji Xiang is also feasible.

...

...

In the comment room, Ji Xiang was chatting with the patient on the screen.

"When I first got sick, I almost thought I had a heart attack. It hurts here, it hurts so much. I am usually in good health and basically don't get sick, but once it hurts, it's really deadly, and I hit my head against the wall."

Ji Xiang pointed to his upper abdomen and chatted with the patient.

"Many patients with myocardial infarction do not have chest tightness and shortness of breath, but have other symptoms, such as abdominal pain, and even patients have tooth pain. Then they have a thirteen-year-old experience in the dental department, and finally they have a heart attack."

"What does it mean to have thirteen blows?" the patient looked at the young doctor curiously and asked.

"Ah, it's our Northeast dialect. It means that we have been in the hospital for a long time. The dentistry department believes it is tooth caries or other diseases, so they prepare for root canal treatment, and then the patient died of a myocardial infarction."

"Later, all the patients who went to the emergency department in our hospital had to have an electrocardiogram to check if they were myocardial infarction."

"Hahahaha, you are really..." The patient gradually lowered his vigilance when he saw Ji Xiang's words were easy to understand, like a boy next door.

"Do you think the doctor will not see a doctor after leaving the examination?" Ji Xiang said with a smile.

"This kid..." A guest in his fifties scratched his head.

"The affinity is full, and it doesn't look like a young doctor, but like the old doctors under my command." Professor Chen said.

"When I was internship, there was also a doctor who had a strong communication skills with the patient, just like Ji Xiang, who solved the problem by chatting," Maomao added.

The guests made a brief comment, and on the screen, Ji Xiang continued to "chat".

"I'm going to be far away. That time I got sick and almost crawled to the emergency room."

"Why are you crawling?" the patient was puzzled.

"I live in a student apartment in the hospital, less than 200 meters away from the emergency department, but only 200 meters, every step I take, I feel like a knife is inserted here. I can't climb, my legs are weak, and I can't even get on the wall.

Move the steps." Ji Xiang said, patting the position of Murphy's gallbladder in his upper abdomen.

"Later, I met a patient with a knife wound. After the operation, I asked him if it hurts, and he said it didn't hurt."

"I only realized since then that this disease hurts more than being stabbed by a knife."

The patient feels sad.

"After walking less than ten steps, the clothes all over my body were wet with sweat. It's no exaggeration. What about you? Did you feel as painful as me?" Ji Xiang asked.

"When I was sick, I endured the severe pain, called 120 emergency number and said the location of my home in a hurry, and then my wife went downstairs to wait for 120.

After calling, I was so painful that I didn't dare to move. I was soaked all over and could only lie on the ground in the shape of shrimps."

"The ground is cold, and the pain will relieve a little bit of it," Ji Xiang added.

The patient had previously suspected that Ji Xiang had made up stories to deceive him. When Ji Xiang said that the ground was cold and the pain on the ground could relieve a little, he immediately led Ji Xiang as his confidant.

"Yes, yes, yes!" The patient said four times in a row, "I really wanted to die in those hours, I was so painful."

"So too. I went to the emergency department, and our emergency department teacher even joked with me that I had a terminal illness."

"Uh..." The patient was slightly stunned when he heard the word terminal illness.

Not only the patients, but also the patients' families and camera team were stunned. What is this?

"I also know why the teacher said that," Ji Xiang explained, "Gill stones are terminal illnesses. I heard that there was a procedure for incision of the gallbladder to obtain stones more than ten years ago, but the effect was not good, so I stopped later."

"But we have a terminal illness, just cut off the gallbladder."

"Hahaha, so that's it."

"There is another benefit after cutting it off. Brother Zhou, do you know?" Ji Xiang had already called the patient a brother.

“What are the benefits?”

"I'll get diarrhea after eating something greasy. Look at me!" Ji Xiang patted his chest, "I used to be more than 200 pounds, but now I'm about 160 pounds. I've lost weight successfully and I'm still thin now."

"I'm not. I've gained more than 20 kilograms after the operation," the patient said.

"I'm greedy. After the operation, I can't save it after eating greasy food. My classmate even laughed at me and said that I'm straight. I envy you for getting fat. Brother Zhou, look at me, you're too thin."

Ji Xiang talked further and further.

The photographer's team was a little confused.

"Ji Xiang is so familiar." A guest didn't know how to evaluate Ji Xiang, so he could only think of this comment.

"This is not a natural and intentional one." Professor Chen is very familiar with Ji Xiang's way of speaking. He said confidently, "First to get in touch with the relationship and stand in the same angle as the patient, so that the patient can relax and no longer be vigilant."

"It seems that he is very professional. Only Ji Xiang is professional like an old doctor."

Are you an old doctor? Professor Chen sighed in his heart.

No ordinary old doctor can do this like Ji Xiang.

Especially when lying on the ground, a little cooler will relieve the pain. This empathetic description makes Professor Chen feel that Ji Xiang's gallbladder has really been cut off, rather than simply having a relationship with the patient.

For a moment, Professor Chen's old clinical practice was a bit confused.

All kinds of reasonable but unreasonable thoughts appeared, and he couldn't tell whether Ji Xiang had a gallbladder cut off so that he could share the same disease with the patient or talk nonsense. He just got to the point.

"I had MMA twice after the operation. I was really suffering when I was MMA. I didn't know what claustrophobia was, but..."

"Wait." The patient looked at Ji Xiang in confusion.

"What's wrong with Brother Zhou, I'll tell you, do you know what claustrophobia is?" Ji Xiang didn't seem to want to talk about "serious things" at all, shifting the topic to claustrophobia.

"You said you had two MRIs in a row after the operation. What's going on?"

"I have a silt-like stone. It's said it's a bile duct. There may be silt-like stones in the liver. My teacher is worried that there will be problems after the operation, so I have to do it twice."
Chapter completed!