I'm really an intern

Chapter 212 Doctors in lower-level hospitals are not as good as dogs (thanks to the lord who promised you a happy life~)

The sudden attack of the attendants made the teaching secretary who had already arranged the internship arrangements froze on the spot.

It also made many residents, training doctors, and interns who didn't know the truth look confused.

"What's the situation? Isn't the interns always assigned by the teaching secretary? What's going on today?"

"That's right. I've been in this department for more than a year. How many batches of interns have been sent away? When was there a robbery and how did it happen?"

"Wait a minute, didn't you say that there will be a few strong thieves every year in the five-year system? Shouldn't it be?"

"No way? A futures order with no loss? No wonder everyone wants it."

Whispering were the two female doctors closest to the door.

Zhang Tianyang took a look and found that they happened to be the two on the elevator.

The two female doctors also happened to look over at this time, their eyes wandering around the seven people.

Everyone knows that these seven new faces are the newcomers who came today.

It's just that I don't know which is the one that is missed by many attendings.

Except for Lin Ke'an, the remaining five eight-year programs also subconsciously looked around, and then fixed on Zhang Tianyang.

It's you, my God.

Zhang Tianyang blinked and stood there calmly.

There are doubts, envy, and jealousy in the eyes of the surroundings.

But he's used to it.

An awesome life is to constantly face these ups and downs!

It took 5 minutes to have a verbal battle, and finally the doctor in the neurology ICU won the victory.

Not only won Zhang Tianyang, a pervert, but also Lin Ke'an, a top student.

Many attendings cast envious glances at the attending who is in charge of the ICU, but there is nothing they can do.

Why do neurology ICUs have more severe cases and higher technical requirements?

The patients in the general ward are relatively stable, and the former interns can help when they come.

But the patients in the ICU, and the doctors on the job are all watching carefully. The former interns were purely for display.

Now it's hard to find two people who can really work, how can they let them go so easily.

The ownership of Zhang Tianyang and Lin Ke'an was decided, and the doctors who were attending were driven away by their superior doctors.

But the attendants tacitly stayed where they were.

Those who drink tea drink tea, those who look at their mobile phones look at their mobile phones, but they just don’t leave.

The teaching secretary tremblingly recruited seven freshmen from the seemingly invisible eyes of the big guys, and carried out the entrance education.

After entering the department and teaching, he was supposed to take the interns one by one to find their respective teachers.

But now almost all the attendings are sitting in the office, this step is directly omitted.

Each attending received his intern, and then continued to wait.

Until Zhang Tianyang and Lin Ke'an were left behind.

Countless eyes fell on the two of them intentionally or unintentionally, looked and looked, looked and looked, and then left contentedly with his little white cat.

The legendary master, apart from being a little more handsome, with a better figure, a better temperament, and a calmer expression, he seems to be no different from the interns in his hands!

The attendants tried their best to comfort themselves, but looking at the dazed little white cat in front of them, they finally couldn't deceive themselves.

"If you compare goods, you have to throw them away, if you compare goods, you have to throw them away!"

The head of the ICU, who had obtained the right to use Zhang Tianyang and Lin Ke'an for two weeks, was all smiles, and personally brought two deluxe little white cats to assign them the next level of tutoring.

Although he is the teacher of the two in name, in fact, the interns follow each other every day. They should be all kinds of training students and advanced students, separated by a layer of residents, and finally they are the attending doctors.

"Our neurology department is different from other departments. The difficulty of theoretical knowledge is much greater. I believe you have felt it when you studied anatomy and nerves."

As he walked, he explained patiently.

"Of course, both of you are top students, I believe you can learn a lot here."

"I will also tell the doctor who took you to let you get started."

Let you share some of the work.

The attending doctor smiled happily, and the doctors who greeted them also smiled happily.

"That Xiaolin, you can follow this senior brother."

"Xiao Zhang, you and the director."

The attendant happily assigned the belongings of the two interns, "I'm going to have some tea, and I'll check the ward in half an hour!"

"Ok."

Several senior brothers and sisters dispersed to do their own things.

Zhang Tianyang carefully observed the tutor he was assigned.

Male, older?

Judging from his appearance, skin, and the white hair that has emerged from the sideburns, Zhang Tianyang estimates that the other party may be at least 40 years old.

The shirts with collars and white coats are not the standard ones of the Oriental Hospital. They look old, and the white ones are a little yellowish.

The place where the hospital label was printed on the chest was deliberately blocked with a badge, but there was also a small note stuffed into the badge, which blocked the photos and text, and Zhang Tianyang could not see the specific information.

The trousers exposed below the hem of the white coat are the ones that middle-aged men like to wear, and there are old leather shoes.

All kinds of details indicate the fact that the other party should have been practicing clinically for many years.

The brother who was in charge just now called him "Director".

It stands to reason that "director" is bigger than "indication".

No matter in terms of age or position, the attending director should be very respectful when facing the director.

However, judging from the performance of the attending brother just now, the attitude towards this "director" is very casual.

There is still a vague feeling of being above him.

After all, only superior doctors have ever said to subordinate doctors, "I'll have a sip of tea, and I'll make rounds later."

No junior doctor has ever dared to say that to a superior.

Anyway, Zhang Tianyang greeted him very politely.

"Hi teacher, my name is Zhang Tianyang, and I should be following you in the next two weeks. What's your name?"

Zhang Tianyang took the initiative to show his badge, and sure enough, the other party also subconsciously showed his badge.

Song Changkong.

Very atmospheric name.

"Hello, Teacher Song."

Zhang Tianyang said hello politely, and he seemed to understand the reason.

Song Changkong's badge reads "Training Physician".

In other words, he is a doctor at a lower-level hospital, the so-called "director", and also the director of that hospital.

This is almost the same nature as Senior Sister Liang I met in the Department of Nephrology.

Senior Sister Liang is also a nephrologist who has worked in a lower-level hospital for many years, but she still needs to go to Dongfang Hospital for an internship in the nephrology department, and her status is not much higher than that of an intern like Zhang Tianyang.

The reason is that Dongfang Hospital ranks among the top three hospitals in Guangdong Province and even the whole country.

For lower-level hospitals, when the director-level doctors can't handle it, they will send patients over.

Therefore, most of the patients admitted to the Oriental Hospital are intractable diseases.

The on-the-job doctors in Dongfang Hospital dealt with such cases at the beginning, and it is difficult to think that their ability is not high.

In particular, neurology and neurosurgery, two departments that require extremely high theoretical knowledge and precise operations, are full of differential diagnosis everywhere, and the gap between higher-level hospitals and lower-level hospitals is getting bigger and bigger.

A random resident in the Department of Neurology of Dongfang Hospital might be better than the chief physician of a lower-level hospital.

It's no wonder that Director Song, even as the director, has to respect the attendings of Dongfang Hospital.

Director Song looked like an old father. Although Zhang Tianyang was much older than his children, he was still a child in his eyes.

He smiled and assigned tasks to Zhang Tianyang.

"I'll write down the account password to you first. Find a computer and get on it to familiarize yourself with our patients. I will take you to the hospital bed to see the patients later."

"In the morning, I will teach you some precautions, including the precautions in the ICU, the characteristics of our patients, and what we need to do every day.

In the afternoon, I want to go downstairs to learn how to operate, and I may need you to watch it for me.But my patients are pretty stable, and there should be nothing wrong with them, just keep an eye on them. "

He quickly wrote two strings of characters on the thick notebook in his hand, and then tore it up to Zhang Tianyang.

"Come on, get to know the patient first."

(End of this chapter)