Reporting in Tomorrow

Chapter 20 Reporting in Tomorrow

"Is it a case of a small horse pulling a large cart?"

"Colonel Wang, don't you think Ji Xiang's surgery was quite interesting?" Professor Mo asked.

When the topic of surgery came up, Colonel Wang's smile vanished, replaced by a serious expression.

"His surgery is better than mine." Colonel Wang lowered his voice and gave Ji Xiang's surgery a very high evaluation.

Professor Mo was not surprised, but nodded in deep agreement.

No one said anything after that, but they all had the same question in their minds—how could a resident trainee perform surgery to this extent!

Is this something a human being could do?

The full name of standardized residency training is resident physician standardized training. With Ji Xiang's level, who would train whom?!

Although it was just a simple circumcision procedure with almost no technical skill involved, Ji Xiang managed to widen the technical gap between himself and the professors leading the team at the Second Affiliated Hospital in this ordinary minor surgery.

Let's discuss any questions after the surgery; the procedure is what we need to do now.

The two had planned to teach Ji Xiang how to perform circumcision with a suture device today, but they found they had nothing left to teach him.

The surgery was completed in a shorter time than when Colonel Wang and Professor Mo worked together on stage.

Although they had already anticipated this after witnessing Ji Xiang perform a surgery, the two still found it incredible.

"Teacher," Ji Xiang bowed slightly respectfully after the surgery, "Will there be any problems with the skills test?"

"fine."

Colonel Wang was confused about what was going on. Professor Mo waved his hand and said, "I just checked again, it's approved. I'll have dinner with Deng Chaohong tonight."

Ji Xiang exchanged a few polite words and then turned to leave.

"Old Mo, what's going on?"

After Ji Xiang left, Colonel Wang asked.

Mo Chenggui recounted the story, and Colonel Wang's jaw nearly dislocated.

Deng Chaohong considers the incident from two years ago a classic case, and he brings it up almost every time he has a meal.

So Colonel Wang also knew.

A sudden and inexplicable critical sodium level is considered a difficult and complex case in clinical practice. Whether it can be resolved depends not only on technical expertise but also on interpersonal relationships.

Deng Chaohong graduated from a prestigious university, which gives him an advantage in critical situations, as he can call for backup or call on his relatives and friends.

However, to be fair, the fact that a resident trainee gave the correct treatment plan to a patient who had caused so much trouble at the Second Affiliated Hospital that he almost banged his head against the wall is even more surprising than Ji Xiang's skillful circumcision.

If circumcision is like advanced mathematics, then diagnosing intractable diseases is like quantum mechanics—they're on completely different levels in terms of difficulty.

"Pack up and get going." The nurse urged as she quickly cleaned the outpatient operating room. "You two, you still have the nerve to call yourselves 'princes in brief'? I believed you old fogies before, but look at these young people today, their skills are top-notch!"

The nurse made a clicking sound as she spoke.

As an outpatient operating room nurse, I haven't seen many major surgeries, but I've seen countless minor surgeries like circumcision.

No one could do it faster than Ji Xiang, so after Ji Xiang left, she switched to mocking mode and began to ridicule the two professors who were in charge of the clinical groups.

Professor Mo and Colonel Wang did not refute it; what they said was true.

"The surgery was well done, but the diagnosis... how come he's so good at diagnosis too!" Colonel Wang ignored the nurse's sarcasm and asked in confusion.

"I don't know." Professor Mo sighed. "I need to ask my family for leave."

"Want to have dinner with Lao Deng tonight?"

"Okay," Professor Mo said. "I'll go find him now. We need to keep an eye on Dr. Ji's matter. Old Deng is helping out, so it would be good if we could have a meal together."

This kind of thing is just something that can be done with a phone call, a casual remark, but Mo Chenggui's formality surprised Colonel Wang. Instead, he said cautiously, "Old Mo, I feel like bringing this kid into our group is a bit... a bit..."

"Let's bring it over and take a look first," Professor Mo said, "and then we'll see how things go."

After speaking, he paused for a few seconds, then said sincerely, "What is extraordinary talent? This is it!"

But that's also where their dilemma lies.

Professor Mo and Colonel Wang wanted to find a strong and sturdy young man to do some odd jobs and scraps.

It would be best if Ji Xiang could have some understanding of the surgery, so he could get started more quickly.

but!

Ji Xiang is too capable, unexpectedly capable, and this is troubling for the two of them.

The child was indeed strong and powerful, but his abilities were beyond their control.

Not only in surgery, nor just in diagnosis, but Ji Xiang also quickly mastered and innovated those seemingly casual remarks before and during surgery that were actually meant to reassure patients.

"Old Mo, what exactly does 'a small horse pulling a large cart' mean?" Colonel Wang asked.

Professor Mo shook his head and smiled wryly.

Two veteran urologists, known for their notoriously vulgar approach to urology, were stumped by a resident trainee. Who would believe that?!

That sentence must have had a deeper meaning; the eye contact between the patient and Ji Xiang at that time said it all.

This world belongs to the young; they were truly getting old. This thought simultaneously arose in the minds of Colonel Wang and Professor Mo.

There's a huge generation gap when it comes to driving!

The two of them cursed inwardly without prior agreement.

……

……

When Professor Mo found Deng Chaohong, he had just left the examination room.

Although it was just a formality, Deng Chaohong was extremely serious on the surface, ensuring that the skills test did not become a mere formality.

"Old Deng, how many points did you give Xiao Ji for his skills?" Professor Mo asked.

Deng Chaohong glanced at the other students out of the corner of his eye. Professor Mo shrugged indifferently and said, "Old Deng, let me tell you, Ji Xiang... Little Ji's surgery was really well done, it was completely unnecessary."

"You still have to go through the procedures," Deng Chaohong shook his head.

"Isn't it because I was afraid you old fogey wouldn't do it?" Professor Mo chuckled, rubbing his hands together. "It's been given, it's been given. The score doesn't matter, as long as you can complete the residency training."

"Who is he to you?" Deng Chaohong asked.

"It's no one." Professor Mo pulled Deng Chaohong away, stood on the side of the government building, facing the parking lot, took out a cigarette and handed it to Deng Chaohong.

"He's wearing white." Deng Chaohong shook his head.

"You're just too serious, a fake serious." Professor Mo knew Deng Chaohong's temper and lit a cigarette for himself. "The Dean Zhao's son is here for residency training. The Science and Education Department gave him a heads-up beforehand and let him go up on stage to experience it."

"oh."

"We can't just let him go on stage alone, so Colonel Wang randomly called a student to the second stage to go through the formalities."

Deng Chaohong raised an eyebrow. "You mean Xiao Ji?"

"Hmm," Mo Chenggui said, "That day it was a manual incision. Xiao Ji's surgery is already complete. Tell me, how could we not be tempted by someone like that?"

"Already formed? A reserve resident trainee? I don't believe it." Deng Chaohong shook his head.

"Don't even mention it, I don't believe it either," Mo Chenggui said. "Today I performed a circumcision using a suture device. Let me tell you, Xiao Ji's surgery gave both me and Colonel Wang a real shock."

"What's wrong?"

"The surgery was performed smoothly and quickly, much better than when I was younger."

At this point, a jumble of complex information flooded Mo Chenggui's mind, including things like "a small horse pulling a big cart" and "one should seize the day while the flowers are in bloom."

As they were talking, a familiar figure appeared not far away.

At 1.88 meters tall, Ji Xiang stands out from the crowd; he can be seen from afar.

Professor Mo waved, and Ji Xiang trotted over. Professor Mo was very satisfied with his attitude. Deng Chaohong looked at the seemingly radiant young man with curiosity.

"Professor Mo."

"Why are you only leaving now?"

"I ran into a classmate after the surgery," Ji Xiang lied without batting an eye. "We chatted for a long time."

"Go back now," Professor Mo said. "Report to the department tomorrow."

"Urology?"

"Okay, I'll talk to the Science and Education Department and then tell the director that your first rotation will be in Urology."

"Did you drive here?" Deng Chaohong suddenly asked.

"Riding a bike." Ji Xiang scratched his head.

Deng Chaohong frowned, staring at Ji Xiang and the brightly colored bicycle that he had lifted with one hand.

The car looked too flashy. Although the butterflies were lifelike, they didn't suit Deng Chaohong and the others' aesthetic tastes.

"Teacher." Ji Xiang felt a little uncomfortable under Deng Chaohong's gaze.

"Is that your car?" Deng Chaohong smiled gently. "Although the public security is good now, you still have to be careful not to get it stolen."

"Mm." Ji Xiang nodded.

"This car is made of carbon fiber, isn't it?" Mo Chenggui looked it over and saw that the car body was printed with many different kinds of butterflies, which was really strange.

"Um."

"This bicycle must be expensive, how much did it cost?"

"I don't know, it was a gift from my mom's friend," Ji Xiang replied.

Deng Chaohong's attitude suddenly softened, and he asked with a smile, "Little Ji, I heard from Professor Mo that you did a good job with the surgery."

"I know a little bit," Ji Xiang said.

Are you interested in orthopedics?

Professor Mo was taken aback. Deng Chaohong's attitude had changed so drastically, even a bit abruptly, that he was caught off guard.

Even Deng Chaohong is trying to snatch people away?

"I've been rotated to orthopedics, and I hope Professor Deng can give me some guidance," Ji Xiang said humbly.

"Go home and rest," Deng Chaohong said with a smile.

Watching Ji Xiang ride away on his bicycle with a light heart, Professor Mo felt as if he had returned to thirty years ago, to that carefree and energetic time.

"Old Mo, I doubt you can keep him here," Deng Chaohong said softly.

"I know that Ji Xiang's family seems to be quite wealthy."

"It's not just about having money. If he drove a BMW or Mercedes, that's all. Those common cars aren't worth much, and those gold diggers wouldn't even look at them." Deng Chaohong sighed. "A friend of mine has a kid who likes riding bicycles, so I know a little about it."

"No matter how expensive it is, it's still just a bicycle."

"Hey." Deng Chaohong chuckled, "A decent bicycle isn't cheaper than a regular car. Ji Xiang can lift this one with one hand without any effort... I'd guess it's worth at least four or five hundred thousand."

"!!!"

Mo Chenggui was startled by the number. He paused for a moment and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Impossible. Spending four or five hundred thousand on a bicycle and then just leaving it lying around outside like that? That's no joke."

Professor Deng Chaohong tilted his head and thought about it, feeling that Professor Mo's words seemed to make some sense. If it were something that expensive, they probably wouldn't just leave it lying next to a shared bicycle.

But these carbon fiber bicycles start at 2000-3000 yuan, and ordinary people would be heartbroken if they lost one.

This kid is quite interesting.

(End of this chapter)