CHAPTER 677: CHAPTER 455 OUTCOMES

The second watch of the night has arrived, everyone must be out playing since it’s the first day of the lunar month, but Nuan is busy typing..

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As Chuxia had previously guessed, Qin Mei had a tumor in her abdomen measuring 85mm*105mm. As for whether it was benign or malignant, they would only know after it had been removed.

Song Xiaoyu reviewed each report in detail and with a slight sigh, looked at Chuxia, "Call the patient in."

"Yes." Luo Ye responded, and before she had time to move, Wang Jing already stood up with a smile, "Let me call her, I am closer."

A slight smile formed on the corners of Song Xiaoyu’s mouth. What she liked most was to see her two apprentices getting along harmoniously.

Qin Mei came in looking somewhat apprehensive, and after sitting across from Song Xiaoyu, a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead. Even though there was heating in the room, it wasn’t hot to that extent. Clearly, she was very nervous.

"Comrade Qin, your results are in. There’s an 85mm*105mm tumor in your abdominal cavity..." as Song Xiaoyu spoke, she gestured the size with her hands, then continued, "Surgery is a must, and the sooner, the better. Regarding its nature, we’ll only know after it is removed. However, based on the speed of your condition’s development, the likelihood is more towards benign."

"There’s also a possibility that it’s malignant, right?" Tears appeared in Qin Mei’s eyes, "If it’s malignant, how long do I have to live?"

"I don’t want to entertain such suppositions with you..." Song Xiaoyu shook her head at her, "Comrade Qin, you should be more optimistic. It’ll benefit your condition."

Before the examination, Qin Mei had said that she wanted to know the results herself, because her parents were not in good health, so, she did not dare let them know.

That’s why Song Xiaoyu told her the truth.

Such reactions from patients were normal, and there were even cases where some fainted upon hearing their results. Thus, although Qin Mei was extremely nervous, Song Xiaoyu still praised her with a smile, "Comrade Qin, among all the patients I’ve seen, you have a particularly strong psychological quality. With your attitude, you should also think on the bright side."

Taking a deep breath, Qin Mei looked at Song Xiaoyu, "Doctor Song, how much of what you said was meant to comfort me?"

"Basically none," Song Xiaoyu said with a smile, "You’re overthinking it. I’m a doctor. Professional ethics are here, I cannot possibly spew nonsense about your condition.

If I had to say there was a comforting aspect, then my comments about your psychological quality were somewhat meant as comfort. But indeed, an optimistic mindset is truly beneficial for recovery from a condition."

"Thank you." Qin Mei looked at Song Xiaoyu with gratitude, "When I went to see doctors before, I mostly faced cold attitudes. You make me feel that patients still have their dignity."

Wang Jing then said, "Our teacher has a good personality, and she’s always polite to everyone. She has said before that patients already feel bad because of their illness. If she were to put on a stern face, wouldn’t that make the patient feel even worse?

If their mood worsens, it’s harder for their condition to improve. So, no matter how bad her mood is, when our teacher faces a patient, she never loses her temper."

Qin Mei reflexively looked at Chuxia, who nodded at her, "That’s right, what Senior Sister said is true. You can rest assured with the upcoming treatment. We definitely won’t let you experience any displeasure beyond the illness itself."

Qin Mei looked gratefully at Song Xiaoyu, "Director Song, thank you so much, really, thank you. I will tell my parents about my illness when I get back and have them take care of me after the surgery. However, I want to ask you for a favor—if it turns out to be malignant after the surgery and examination, please don’t tell them. Just lie to them and say it’s benign, okay?"

"Alright," Song Xiaoyu agreed readily.

After sending Qin Mei off, Chuxia returned to the office with some concern and looked at Song Xiaoyu, "Teacher, do you think there’s a possibility that her tumor is malignant?"

"Chuxia, we are doctors. We cannot conclusively diagnose a condition without complete results. From the imaging and touch, it seems benign, but we can’t rule out the unexpected. So, whether there’s a possibility of malignancy, my answer is yes. As for the extent of that possibility, my answer is I don’t know.

You might ask me again, why I sounded so sure when facing the patient? It’s because if I didn’t sound certain, she would be frightened.

For this kind of illness, whether benign or malignant, the greatest fear is excessive psychological stress. Therefore, I gave her hope. No matter what the result turns out to be, it can have a delaying effect on the development of the condition."

How can such doctors exist in later generations?

In later generations, without a certain diagnosis, doctors definitely wouldn’t tell you a definitive result because they fear being blamed by the family—they fear the responsibility. Doctors like Song Xiaoyu who wholeheartedly consider their patients are rare, or perhaps exist, but certainly not in abundance.

She did not know if it was because of Song Xiaoyu’s personal enlightenment or if doctors of this era were just like that, but now she felt that choosing this profession was the right decision.

She hoped that one day she could become a Great Physician whom patients liked and trusted.

The afternoon class was anatomy followed by suturing.

Faced with the bloody mess of a small mouse, many students ran out to vomit profusely, and those who didn’t vomit had their hands shaking so badly that they couldn’t perform proper sutures.

The chaotic scene infuriated Professor Yuan to the point his beard bristled.

However, anger was of no use in this situation; some people’s timidity definitely wouldn’t turn into boldness simply because they feared being scolded by the professor.

"I solemnly warn you, I’ll give you three chances in anatomy class. If after three attempts you still can’t suture properly, please pack up and leave voluntarily.

You might not understand my personality, but what I want are students with the ability and talent suited for medicine. Even if you’re the Chairman’s son, if you lack the talent in this field, I will still kick you out.

I’ve spoken frankly, so everyone should go back and practice on a pig’s head to avoid complaining later that I’m too harsh and have ruined your future!"

Having dropped that bombshell, Professor Yuan huffed out of the office with his books in arms.

"Really has no patience, didn’t I just finish suturing?" Chuxia murmured softly, looking at the little white mouse she had just sutured, now curled up in the cage, a look of uncertainty on her face—was she doing the right thing or not?

Since she often missed classes, Professor Yuan somewhat disapproved of her, so when he checked halfway through and stormed off, she wondered if she should take the little white mouse to show him?

Chuxia realized suddenly that her legs moved faster than her brain; by the time she came to her senses, she had already left the classroom with the cage in hand. Luo Xiaoqiong was calling after her from behind. Chuxia guessed the other students were probably too busy with their own mice and hadn’t noticed her departure, or else they would certainly have followed her.

"I’ve finished suturing, and I’m going to show it to the professor to see if it’s up to par—don’t you think so?" Chuxia shook the cage in front of Luo Xiaoqiong, adding, "Look, it’s still alive."

Each person was given a live mouse, and they made the initial incision themselves, but now, there probably weren’t many alive... Such a waste of life, Chuxia thought regretfully.

"Alive?" Luo Xiaoqiong took the cage, widened her eyes in surprise at the limp little creature, then after a moment, smacked her lips, "Mine died a while ago, how did you do it?"

"I have nimble hands. That’s what being deft is all about," Chuxia boasted while stretching out her hands for Luo Xiaoqiong to see, who played along, examined them, and nodded in agreement, "So that’s it—my fingers are too short. Now I understand why my mouse died."

Chuxia: "..."

After returning to his office, Professor Yuan sat there sulking, aware that he was actually making things hard for himself; yet he couldn’t help his impatience. With so many years delayed, he genuinely feared a gap in the succession of medical professionals. Everything else might wait for a transition, but sickness couldn’t.

When a patient comes in, you can’t just say, ’I’m sorry, our doctors aren’t fully trained yet, so please don’t get sick. Go home and wait until we’ve trained some more doctors before getting ill...’

"Thump thump..."

"Thump thump thump..."

Regaining his composure, Professor Yuan yelled irritably, "Stop knocking, if you have something, come in and say it!" Turning to see that it was Chuxia and Luo Xiaoqiong, he was taken aback and asked, "Why aren’t you two studying properly? What are you doing here?"

"Professor Yuan, you left too quickly, so I had to come over to show you..." Chuxia said as she handed over the mouse she had sutured, "I’m not sure if my suturing is adequate and would like to ask for your assessment."

Professor Yuan immediately sat up straight, took the cage, and carefully examined the mouse for a while, then opened the cage door and cautiously picked it up to inspect the slightly swollen, medicated wound. After a long moment, he stood up excitedly, staring intently at Chuxia, "Did you suture this?"

"Yes." By his expression, Chuxia knew she had passed.

"Who taught you this stitching technique?" Professor Yuan asked, pointing at the sutures with excitement, "Who taught you to suture like this?"

"I... I figured it out myself," Chuxia replied. Could she admit that she once attended classes for a medical student friend and ended up doing the suturing herself when the class was about that very topic?

Only, that time, she had stitched the mouse to death, which led to her beating up the friend who got her to fill in for the class.

Maybe it was that misstep that led her to choose to become a doctor without hesitation when picking a career.

And the technique she used today was a common one in the future, which left sutures not only aesthetic but also less prone to infection and oxidation. However, having never specialized in medical studies, her memory of the technique wasn’t clear, so she just went by impression and sketched a rough copy—unexpectedly, it turned out to be correct.

She deliberately brought her work to Professor Yuan, firstly to confirm that she had done it right, and secondly, to hope that this new suturing technique could be introduced sooner to benefit patients. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to continue reading.)