I'm really an intern

Chapter 238 The Inner Monologue of the Villain Boss

Song Changkong, as a chief physician who came to study, the director of the ICU ward still has a little impression of him.

It is acceptable for a difficult patient to be treated by him.

Seeing the ICU director's surprised and approving gaze, Song Changkong didn't dare to take the credit and shook his head hastily.

"not me."

"It's not you."

The director of the ICU then looked at the only attending doctor in the ICU ward, "Is that what you wore, Xiao Li?"

If it wasn't for Song Changkong, the "Chief Physician" who has rich experience in waist piercings in other hospitals, then it must have been worn by his own attending doctor.

After all, the skills of the in-house doctor are still guaranteed.

The attending doctor quickly shook his head, "It's not me."

"Is it you?"

The director of the ICU's eyes fell on the postgraduate brother who was in the same treatment group as Zhang Tianyang. He was also impressed with the gold medal winner of the clinical skills competition.

Standing in the office, the graduate student brother who came from the sky shook his head in confusion, "It's not me."

Seeing that the director of the ICU began to look at the crowd again, the attending doctor hurriedly added a sentence.

"Director, it was done by the intern who came yesterday, that's the one, the five-year one, who just came yesterday, you know?"

Facing the crazy suggestion from the attending doctor, the director of the ICU understood it in seconds.

His eyes swept across the faces of a large circle of familiar and unfamiliar little white coats, and the director of the ICU nodded while stopping the topic.

"Okay, I'm fine."

"I'm fine with that too."

The big director standing at the front made a summary.

"Then, the shift is over?"

The teaching secretary asked cautiously, and after getting an affirmative answer, he shouted, "The shift is over."

The crowded white coats dispersed immediately.

Those who see patients, those who occupy the computer, those who go to the bathroom, and those who make up breakfast, go back to each house and find their own mothers.

Zhang Tianyang was in the crowd, so he didn't go up to squeeze the door, and was going to wait until there were fewer people before going out.

"Who is that, come over to my office."

The director of the ICU took care of his own treatment in time.

The two communicated in low voices, and walked not far from Zhang Tianyang.

The attending doctor obviously saw Zhang Tianyang, and while raising his eyebrows in surprise, he also gave him a meaningful look.

The next moment, the two disappeared outside the office door.

Zhang Tianyang blinked innocently.

But Song Changkong next to him started to greet him, so he stopped struggling and went to the ICU ward to see the patient.

On the other side, the director of the ICU took his doctor to the corner, right next to the director's office, a place where little doctors usually dare not come, and even avoid walking.

"Is the one you mentioned Zhang Tianyang?"

The director of ICU got straight to the point.

He remembered the name of Zhang Tianyang, who was often mentioned in the professor group.

"It's him."

The attending doctor nodded, and then briefly described what happened yesterday after the old lady in bed 76 suddenly lost her blood oxygen saturation in a few words.

The director of ICU nodded, "How do you feel, have you considered your professional knowledge? Is it reliable?"

"The medical records are well written."

The attending doctor recalled Zhang Tianyang's performance yesterday, and gave an affirmative answer.

"Professional knowledge should be very solid. At present, it seems that the basic operation is also very proficient. I don't panic when things happen, my personality is calm, and my thinking is very clear and broad. I think it is reliable."

"Do you think he can take care of patients independently? Take care of our neurology patients."

The questions from the director of the ICU were very direct, rather aggressive.

The attending doctor thought about it seriously and gave an affirmative answer.

"I think it's okay. At least in terms of diagnosis and rescue, there should be no problem. In terms of treatment, I can see that there should be no problem."

"Okay, assign patients to him."

The director of the ICU waved his hand, "Give him a few more, um, assign patients to him according to the standards of trainee doctors."

"So much?"

The attending doctor hesitated.

"But he's just an intern after all. He's going to take care of three patients, and there are graduate students to help him, so he's alone."

"It's okay, assign patients to him!"

The director of the ICU had a tough attitude, and waved his hand again, "There is no one in his hands. Didn't you snatch an eight-year one yesterday, and throw the eight-year one to him."

"This"

"What's this and that, if you verify it's reliable, use him hard for me."

The director of the icu squinted his eyes.

"It's hard to get a good seed in the five-year system. You need to exercise more. It's okay. Listen to me and assign patients to him. Just keep an eye on it."

""

Seeing that the director of the ICU has a tough attitude, the attending doctor can only accept it.

In fact, he doesn't care. Anyway, he is the only one attending in the entire ICU, and whoever assigns the patient has to watch over him.

It just feels that it is a bit too much to divide Zhang Tianyang into patients according to the standard of a trainee doctor.

He is still a child!

No, wrong frequency.

He is still an intern!

Although a perverted intern.

However, the director personally requested, so he could only arrange "opportunities to exercise" for Zhang Tianyang.

"call--"

The director of ICU returned to the office, leaned on the back of the soft chair, and took a sip of hot tea at just the right temperature.

Narrowing his eyes, he couldn't help showing a smile.

"Zhang Tianyang, Zhang Tianyang, the person that Lao Liu is optimistic about, tsk."

"There's really something there."

Thinking of last week, when Zhang Tianyang's "unreasonable request" to perform a gastroscopy on a dying patient exploded in the group of professors, the director of the ICU couldn't help shaking his head.

He was on the opposite side of Zhang Tianyang at that time.

After all, for an intern to do so many in-service doctors who have verified that it is useless, no matter how you look at it, it is nonsense.

Of course he couldn't see it, and said a few words.

But I didn't expect to be slapped in the face in the end.

After the results came out, many professors changed their minds.

After all, it's a good thing that our hospital has an awesome junior.

But he was embarrassed and chose to play dead directly.

I thought it was over.

Unexpectedly, later when the professors were having dinner together, the old bastard Professor Liu used this matter to run on himself in order to pretend to be aggressive.

He couldn't swallow this breath.

Since you used me as a pretense, then your student is now in my hands, and you still want me to save face for you?

That must be used to death!

The patient gave the maximum amount and let him take care of it!

During the teaching rounds, I always ask him questions!

All kinds of operations are enough!

Anyway, interns, don't they just want to receive training in the clinic?

Even if Professor Liu stands in front of him and argues with him, then he is not wronged!

It's a pity that Lao Liu's precious student has been exhausted for the past two weeks!

The tea at just the right temperature warmed all the way from the esophagus to the stomach, and the director of the ICU couldn't help laughing out loud in his heart.

Looking left and right at my work and various entertainment appointments today, it seems that there are not many.

So he slapped his head and made an impromptu decision.

Take out your phone and send a message to the attending doctor who just left.

"Change the big rounds on Wednesday to today, and I will go to the teaching rounds later."

As soon as he lost his phone, he reached for the thick book of neurology in the corner of the table and flipped the pages.

"Wait, what questions will I ask?"

"It has to be related to the patient, it has to be deep, and it has to be partial. It's best to make him break out in a sweat."

Racking his brains to figure out what questions to use to embarrass Zhang Tianyang, the director of the ICU had a smile on his lips and his eyes were shining.

Having said that, if Zhang Tianyang is a very talented protagonist in a TV series, he should be a villain now, right?

Should it still be a boss?

Subconsciously stroking his smooth head with his right hand, he was not only not angry, but even more excited.

"Well, this question can be asked, hey, this question is very suitable for that patient's condition, um, this question is also good, it's off the beaten path"

"Good morning to all!"

　Why do you ask for a monthly ticket every day, but the ranking of the monthly ticket is getting lower and lower?

　　

　

(End of this chapter)