'Trouble'!

September 26th, Saturday, the 9th day of the eighth lunar month.

At 2 p.m., Guo Ziyuan stood at the entrance of the emergency department, looking slightly tired. He twisted his neck and squinted.

The sunlight was blinding, and black fog rolled in before my eyes.

Guo Ziyuan, who hadn't been exposed to strong light for over thirty hours, raised his left hand to block the sun while answering the phone in his right hand:

"Brother Tao, I'm off work now. There's a rice bowl in the emergency room break room. I wrote your name on the lunchbox."

"If you have time, please remember to come and eat."

"Okay, sure!"

Liu Chuntao, panting, said as he hurried along, "You should be off work too."

"It's been dozens of hours since the early hours of the day before yesterday."

"Get some rest. You've worked hard."

Guo Ziyuan quickly replied, his words sincere: "Brother Tao, you're the one who's working so hard. I can go back and rest, but you have to keep going."

In the hospital, patients are human beings, master's students and residents are treated like "human beings," but resident patients are never considered human beings.

There's no shortcut, we just have to get through it!

During your hospital stay, don't talk about rest time or whether you can rest at all; it's purely a matter of luck!

Liu Chuntao chuckled: "What can we do? That's how it is when you start working, so it's better to stay in school."

"Where's the boxed lunch? I happen to have ten minutes free right now."

"Oh, it's in the emergency room, in the trauma center break room... there's a sign with your name on it." Guo Ziyuan reported the location very accurately.

There are many rest rooms in the emergency department.

"Okay, go and rest first." Liu Chuntao hung up the phone.

Guo Ziyuan had just hung up the phone when he unexpectedly heard a rather familiar voice.

"Sister Xiaoxiao, I had no other choice, did I?"

"Anyway, I haven't been in the residency training program for very long, so I might as well withdraw from it temporarily."

"I need to secure the research grant first."

"I just can't take it anymore."

Guo Ziyuan didn't move, but instinctively turned to look in the direction of the sound.

All I saw were the backs of two people in white coats walking away.

The girl with a slender, well-proportioned figure, her hair tied in a bun, and her hands in her pockets, is An Yue.

Beside her, the other person was probably Sister Xiaoxiao.

Xiao Xiao's figure was far more voluptuous than An Yue's, the voluptuous type. Her tone was tense: "Does Liang Kai still dare to bother you?"

An Yue shook his head: "It wasn't Liang Kai, it was Zheng Mengxian from the hepatobiliary surgery department. I'm in the hepatobiliary surgery department this month. He made me work with him on the emergency shift and even touched me inappropriately."

"He threatened me again today, saying that if I don't obey his orders, he'll make me have to take turns next month."

Even after graduating with a doctorate, the residency training is still a chore, subject to the constraints of the chief resident and the "Residency Training Office".

Wang Xiaoxiao thought about it carefully before saying, "This Zheng Mengxian seems to be the son of Director Zheng of the Respiratory Medicine Department."

"No wonder he was so emboldened because you're a resident physician at this institute."

"You didn't suffer any loss, did you?" Wang Xiaoxiao put her arm around An Yue's thin shoulders.

"No, I'm from this hospital. If he dares to use force, I can let him in."

"Yeah, it's so annoying!" An Yue's tone was sharp, giving people a sense of pressure.

As An Yue was speaking, her phone rang.

She reached up and took a deep breath: "Look, the phone's ringing again."

Although, An Yue still answered: "Dr. Zheng..."

An Yue's tone immediately turned venomous: "First, I'm not on emergency shift today."

"Secondly, I'm not a surgeon, and I don't like the kind of surgery you're talking about."

"Third, you said my medical records were not up to standard. I have already applied for a review by professors from the medical records department and internal medicine department, and they said the quality is acceptable."

"Mr. Zheng, if you don't give me a detailed and specific reason, I'll have no choice but to take these medical records to the medical affairs department!"

An Yue listened carefully for a few more minutes, then said:

I can accept your apology.

"But I can still afford to eat, I don't need your charity or treats. That's all, I'm hanging up!" An Yue's tone was like a machine gun, rattling away.

Brother Zheng Mengxian?

Is it that little brother Zheng Mengxian that I know?

It shouldn't be, isn't he a respiratory specialist?

Hepatobiliary surgery?

They must have the same name...

Upon hearing this, Guo Ziyuan turned and left.

There's not much he can do about this.

He should just take it as a bit of fun. He needs to go back to sleep, and after he's asleep, he'll have to go back to the training room to put on his "persona".

Although practicing the operation is useless, you used to go to the practice room every day, and suddenly you stopped going. What are you doing?

How busy can you, Guo Ziyuan, a master's degree holder, be?

Furthermore, frequently going to the practice room and gradually improving one's proficiency makes the progress appear more natural and smooth to outsiders, which makes it seem less abrupt...

【Breath Cleansing (Specialized 37%)】

Current skill point balance: 43 points

In the past few days, Guo Ziyuan has gained about 3 experience points a day. In just six days, his wound cleaning skill has gone from mastery (20%) to mastery (37%), which is almost the same improvement he could have achieved in his previous life, which would have taken him nearly a year.

Of course, the improvement in the previous life was a comprehensive improvement. Every skill had to be practiced. Not only did you have to practice the basics, but you also had to practice actual clinical surgery.

There are also other complicated tasks such as performing surgeries on patients, outpatient clinic work, clinical work like writing medical records, and social engagements...

But this rate of improvement is a miracle within a miracle.

Even so, it was still not enough for Guo Ziyuan to advance the debridement technique to the next stage.

There was a gap of four or five years between the attending physician at this hospital and the attending physician who will be promoted to associate chief physician.

How could a promotion to chief physician at the Provincial People's Hospital take four or five years so easily accomplished?

Guo Ziyuan estimates that it takes about 45%-50% specialization to reach the next step, carving tofu into a familiar tendon.

Carving tofu into familiar tendons and muscles is not enough; carving pork into familiar tendon patterns is the standard skill level of our associate chief physician...

Above this level, one becomes an expert.

Expertise isn't something bestowed by outsiders.

Only the ultimate level of expertise can qualify for special testing.

The reason why the special exam is a special exam is because the rules give way to you.

The rules are also paving the way for you, allowing you to ignore the current rules and have a separate, unobstructed path to success.

If you can't make 99.99% of people despair and become one of the very few, why should you pave the way for them?

Moreover, some people have done it!

There are predecessors who have done this!

……

At 10 p.m., Guo Ziyuan began tidying up the workbench.

Today is Saturday, the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival. No superiors have time to come and teach, so this is about the end of the training.

"Wang Hai, are you going back?" Guo Ziyuan turned around and called out to Wang Hai.

"You go first, I'll practice a bit more, my hands are warmed up now." Wang Hai said with his head down, probably because he had reached a crucial point.

Guo Ziyuan didn't bother him any further. Having experienced the normal leveling speed in his previous life, he knew that improving basic skills was slow.

Maintaining a good feel is not easy, and to hone an even better feel takes time!

Wang Hai's rate of improvement is already considered excellent.

Not only Wang Hai was practicing, but Liang Yuanhui and others also practiced after finishing their experiments...

One minute on stage, ten years off the stage.

This is the fundamental reason why surgeons rely on their skills to bring healing to patients.

Rather than the "instinct" bestowed upon them by the title of surgeon!

After leaving the physiology laboratory building, Guo Ziyuan stood on tiptoe and stretched his arms.

Although Guo Ziyuan's practice was just for show, he was actually practicing a lot, not for improvement, but to familiarize himself with and maintain his feel for the game.

If you really practice, you'll naturally feel tired and sore.

Just then, a piercing voice rang out: "Mr. Zheng, why aren't you on your emergency shift? What are you doing following me?"

The man addressed as General Manager Zheng spoke in a kind but cautious voice: "An Yue, your basic skills are lacking. I've come specifically to take the time to teach you."

"How can you not appreciate kindness?"

"I can ignore your other basic skills, but if you're going to work on diabetic foot, this debridement technique is something you can't avoid."

Even if you are an internist.

"Am I right?"

An Yue's footsteps were rapid, his voice indifferent: "How I practice my skills is none of your concern, Mr. Zheng!"

"I didn't come to ask to become your apprentice."

"General Manager Zheng" said, "But you've been rotating through our department this month. You're a junior member of our department, and you have to go to the operating table. As your supervising doctor, don't I have any responsibility?"

"Isn't the point of residency training to involve learning?"

"You don't have to learn from me, but I can't refuse to teach you."

The two walked quickly through the hall, and no one paid any attention to Guo Ziyuan, who was standing there with his hands in his pockets.

But Guo Ziyuan still spoke up: "Dr. An, my advisor replied. I'll go next month, after the holiday."

"He's making the arrangements."

Upon hearing the sound, An Yue paused, turned around, and looked at the source of the sound.

Then, after glancing at Zheng Mengxian, he decisively walked towards Guo Ziyuan.