The quality of students these days is just too high!

Chapter 8 The quality of students these days is just too high!

The next morning, Ji Xiang got up at 4:30 sharp.

To say that there is no psychological trauma is just one way of putting it.

Ji Xiang had nightmares all night, and as soon as he woke up, he subconsciously touched it.

It's still hard, and it doesn't hurt when it's engorged with blood. Life is truly wonderful.

It was just an experience, and although it wasn't pleasant, the local anesthesia taught by the system NPC afterwards was quite powerful.

Besides, after one training session, the circumcision technique can be upgraded! Ji Xiang was too tired last night and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Upon waking up and seeing that he had enough experience points on the system panel, Ji Xiang clicked "upgrade" without hesitation.

A warm current flowed through his limbs and bones, and with a "ding-dong" sound, Ji Xiang heard a monotonous electronic sound.

[Congratulations on reaching level 4 in the circumcision technique! Special reward: +3 hand speed and 20% reduction in error rate during circumcision.]

Oh? There are such rewards for LV3-LV4?

I don't know what +3 hand speed means.

But that's not important. Ji Xiang knows what's important; improving himself is the main thing.

As Ji Xiang recalled the technical details, he got up, washed up, and went out for a morning run.

Two hours later, after finishing the half marathon, Ji Xiang went home to wash up and eat.

Two more days until the hospital visit, then the exam.

Standardized training requires an exam to get a job at a hospital. It's relatively better in provincial capitals, but the acceptance rate at hospitals in Beijing is extremely low, which is outrageous.

Upon arriving at the hospital, we gathered again in front of the government building.

Today was different from yesterday; the other students' gazes towards Ji Xiang became extremely complicated.

"Today we are visiting the medical technology departments," an employee from the Science and Education Department explained.

Since the process had already begun, the leaders from the Science and Education Department did not come. Instead, a staff member led the group of resident trainees who had not yet taken the exam to look around.

But instead of taking the students for a walk around, he took out a neatly folded A4 sheet of paper from his pocket.

Our institute was founded in…

The students were completely silent.

Although they were young, they had seen leaders give reports at school.

It's tedious and boring, but it seems like you can't demonstrate authority without doing it. Even a junior clerk, when there's no one around to interfere, subconsciously chooses to give a report.

"This is society," the students listened expressionlessly.

Ji Xiang found it quite interesting. Apart from the initial formalities, the changes in various equipment in the medical technology departments of the Second Affiliated Hospital of China Medical University demonstrated the entire process of a large public hospital being built from scratch.

"I heard that the exam the day after tomorrow is especially important."

Someone whispered not far behind Ji Xiang.

"I've heard that too. Apparently, the exam results are recorded, converted into scores, and after the residency training ends, 3-5 people will be selected to stay at the medical university."

"In the past, even graduate students couldn't stay on, so I don't believe that undergraduates like us who haven't been through the grueling exams can stay."

"Zhao Tianjiao's father is a medical university student, and it's said that he's reserving a spot for him."

The students behind him, whom he knew well, spoke in hushed tones, but Ji Xiang heard them clearly.

He found it strange; his hearing had never been weak before, but it had never been this good.

Did your body get a comprehensive boost after entering the system?

The "lecture" by the staff member of the Science and Education Department was only halfway through when a bright light bulb walked over.

"Xiao Zou, you're busy."

"Professor Mo, are you going to the office?" the clerk called out.

"No, I heard from Colonel Wang that there's a good kid among these students, so I came to ask him for a hand."

"..."

The junior clerk was taken aback, and all the students were also stunned.

Professor Mo, what's the meaning behind asking the resident trainees for help?

"Ji Xiang, is that you?" Professor Mo saw that Ji Xiang stood out from the crowd and beckoned to him. "You're quite handsome. Come with me to the clinic."

Ji Xiang scratched his head and looked at the clerk.

The junior clerk didn't hesitate. He was just a low-level staff member in the office, and he needed to show sufficient respect to the clinical professors.

It's just a reserve residency trainee, so I might as well go. It doesn't matter.

"Ji Xiang, you should go with Professor Mo." The junior clerk looked at Ji Xiang with a smile. "Cherish this opportunity."

As Professor Mo's shiny bald head gradually disappeared into the distance, the junior staff member said proudly, "Our Second Affiliated Hospital of Medical University has always adhered to the spirit of inclusiveness and wholeheartedly carried out basic standardized training work."

Other hospital residents can't do any work, but you've seen Ji Xiang's situation.

"So as long as you're willing to work hard, you'll definitely have more opportunities to engage in clinical practice than you would in other hospitals..."

……

……

"Ji Xiang, that name sounds auspicious," Professor Mo said with a smile. "He'll be performing outpatient surgery with me today."

"Okay, Professor Mo." Ji Xiang followed the light bulb all the way to the clinic.

"I heard from Colonel Wang that you're good at knot tying?"

"Fortunately, I performed a few circumcision surgeries with my teacher during my internship."

"Is that impressive?" Professor Mo said meaningfully.

Interns only visit departments to observe and get a superficial understanding of clinical practice. How much they gain depends on luck and their individual personality and temperament.

They get to perform surgery during their internship, something ordinary people can't do.

"Tell me about the points regarding circumcision," Professor Mo said casually, with a hint of something more to it.

This is the second time someone has asked me this question in 24 hours; the last time it was asked by a system NPC.

Ji Xiang had already mastered this set of knowledge very well, and with the help of the system NPCs, Professor Mo became more and more silent as he listened.

Ji Xiang's answer was different from what Professor Mo had imagined.

Although Colonel Wang highly praised this student, Professor Mo was also just trying his luck.

After all, there is a shortage of clinical staff, and private hospitals with multiple practice sites are even more short-staffed. Finding a suitable "laborer" is not easy, and these professors leading research groups don't want to miss out on the right opportunity.

In Professor Mo's imagination, this tall, handsome student would say a lot, but there would definitely be flaws.

He added his own supplement to demonstrate his gentleness and his attitude of mentoring younger generations.

It would be even better if Ji Xiang said something wrong!

Professor Mo would not reprimand, but would correct the mistake in a gentler tone.

I'm not a teacher myself; I just needed someone to help me out. I don't even have an assistant for minor outpatient surgeries, and the operating room nurses are all incredibly arrogant; I can't control them. Having someone do odd jobs is a good idea.

The more mistakes Ji Xiang makes, the better, because that way he'll take the initiative to do more work.

In today's terms, this is called PUA.

but!

Professor Mo's wishful thinking all came to naught; Ji Xiang gave him absolutely no chance.

The young man explained the circumcision procedure in great detail, even mentioning some technical details that Professor Mo wasn't entirely clear on and had to think about before he understood the deeper meaning.

Is this the level expected of a resident trainee?!

Is this supposed to be a resident trainee?!

Professor Mo glanced back.

He only saw the faint outline of Ji Xiang's chest muscles beneath his simple T-shirt.

Young, energetic, and brimming with vitality that cannot be concealed.

"Even with this, he could probably pee three feet deep and still not stop," a thought flashed through Professor Mo's mind.

Having worked in urology for a long time, some ideas have become ingrained in my mind and have become an instinct.

While the jokes about poop and pee might seem vulgar to the average person, in the eyes of urologists and nephrologists, the word "having urine" signifies the continuation of life.

It's not dirty at all. If I really didn't have any more pee, I'd probably cry my eyes out.

Ji Xiang's boundless energy immediately sprayed all over Professor Mo's head and face.

If it were an external expert from Beijing or Shanghai who had performed the surgery and was exchanging their surgical insights, Professor Mo would be utterly impressed.

Ji Xiang was so young, yet he spoke like a seasoned veteran in clinical practice, which left him somewhat confused and unable to accept it.

The more Professor Mo listened, the brighter his head became, reflecting the sunlight of July, making a great contribution to saving energy and reducing carbon emissions.

Three minutes passed, and Ji Xiang was still talking non-stop about the details of the surgery.

Professor Mo didn't say a word, and gradually, a chill rose from his heels.

In the sweltering summer heat, he seemed to be under a spell of ice.

Many of the technical details Ji Xiang mentioned sounded speculative, but Professor Mo had performed tens of thousands of circumcision surgeries, and he knew very well that those were the key points that distinguished the surgeon's ability, skill level, and caliber!

The other party was just a resident trainee, and a reserve resident trainee at that.

This,

How is that possible!

Absolutely impossible!

I must be dreaming!!

Professor Mo stared in disbelief.

"Ji Xiang, which medical school did you graduate from?" Professor Mo's voice was a little hoarse.

"Shuangyashan University." (Note: This is censored no matter what I do; there should be an explanation here.)

"..."

Professor Mo sighed.

A prestigious school is a prestigious school; the students are of high caliber.

In just a few minutes, Professor Mo's disdain for Colonel Wang from the previous day vanished without a trace, and he found Ji Xiang pleasing to the eye no matter how he looked at him.

With this level of basic knowledge, let alone surpassing himself... Professor Mo is self-aware, and he is quite impressed by the high quality of today's students.

"Why didn't you take the postgraduate entrance exam?" Professor Mo asked.

"My mom said taking the postgraduate entrance exam is useless," Ji Xiang shrugged. "She wants me to go back to the provincial capital for standardized residency training and find a stable job."

"Hiss~"

In Professor Mo's eyes, Ji Xiang became an ambitious young man whose potential was held back by his family.

He had a classmate who was admitted to graduate school but didn't go. He then worked and got married, which delayed his studies for five or six years. Only after his life stabilized did he finally take the entrance exam for Peking Union Medical College's graduate program.

But the result was good; that classmate is now leading a group at Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

The young resident trainee in front of me is the same; his future has been delayed by his family.

Professor Mo, who is usually calm and collected, was deeply moved by Ji Xiang today, and his inner monologue was incredibly dramatic.

"Foolish." Professor Mo sighed, but did not continue to "reprimand" Ji Xiang's parents. Instead, he changed the subject, "Let me see your surgery. Colonel Wang rarely praises people, but he raved about you. I'm very curious."

"it is good."

Ji Xiang didn't offer any insincere politeness; he simply said "okay."

The medical profession is quite simple. Although there are various skills involved, in general, it is the medical expertise that matters.

Having excellent skills, performing beautiful surgeries, and making accurate diagnoses—that's what it means to be superior.

Professor Mo was impressed by Ji Xiang's solid foundation of knowledge, so no matter what Ji Xiang did, he found him very agreeable.

Upon arriving at the outpatient operating room, Professor Mo helped Ji Xiang change his clothes.

The two were not familiar with each other, and Professor Mo was still immersed in the basic knowledge that Ji Xiang had just talked about, so they didn't have much interaction. They changed clothes and went on stage.

"Scars are a man's badges of honor, you know the brightest one..."

Ji Xiang seemed like a different person, transforming from the aloof person who spoke with Professor Mo into a friendly, witty, and slick clinical veteran.

Hearing him recite the lines that should have been his own to the patient, Professor Mo felt all his words stuck in his throat, and his heart felt heavy.

Moreover, Ji Xiang's attitude changed so quickly it was outrageous; Professor Mo even felt that the patient was more important to him than he, the supervising teacher.

That's fucking ridiculous.

"This child learns so fast!" Professor Mo felt a mixture of satisfaction and a strange, peculiar feeling.

(End of this chapter)