I'm really an intern

Chapter 272

Song Changkong was a little frustrated.

The place for advanced study at Dongfang Hospital is hard-won, and he works hard every day.

But although the teacher here did teach him a lot of things, these theoretical knowledge will eventually be spread when he goes back to his own hospital.

He has to learn some skills that his colleagues in the hospital don't know, so that this training is meaningful.

In ancient times, this was called "the craft of eating".

In modern times, this is also called "the foundation of standing".

He had to acquire a technique that would allow him to be popular in lower-level hospitals for a long time during the period of his training.

He originally set his goal on the skill of "bronchoscopy".

But for one thing, he is now in the ICU ward, where theoretically all ICU doctors are required to be on duty during working hours.

It would be difficult to sneak out unless someone watched for him.

Secondly, as a doctor in training, it is really difficult to establish a good relationship with each other across departments.

Although you quietly look at the side when someone is doing a bronchoscopy, they usually don't drive you away, at most they dislike you for taking up the position and getting in the way.

But it is impossible for someone to take the initiative to explain to you and carefully impart various detailed experiences.

So more than half of his training time has passed, but the progress of mastering the skill "Bronchoscopic" may be less than 20%.

The phone screen is still stuck on the call log just now.

Song Changkong sighed.

Just now he called the doctor of the Department of Respiratory Medicine, who had finally gotten online, and wanted to touch the bronchoscope on the weekend, but he was flatly rejected.

"The bronchoscopy room was occupied by the director on weekends, and I can't help it."

The other party directly lifted the director of the respiratory department out as an excuse, what else could he say?

"Mr. Song."

Zhang Tianyang's voice came from the side.

Song Changkong woke up from his depression, subconsciously turned off the screen of his phone, and quickly adjusted his expression before looking up.

"Ah, Xiao Zhang."

His expression management is very good, but Zhang Tianyang still feels his low pressure with his sixth sense.

After thinking about it, Zhang Tianyang didn't ask.

Everyone has their own difficulties. It would be embarrassing if you can’t solve them after asking. Why don’t you bring good news directly.

So after a pause, Zhang Tianyang spoke directly.

"Mr. Song, do you have time on weekends?"

"Ok?"

Song Changkong didn't know what Zhang Tianyang wanted to do for a while, but he answered honestly.

"On weekends, check the room in the morning as usual, and you can go in the afternoon, but I haven't made up my mind yet."

If he had gone according to the original plan, he would go to the bronchoscopy room of the Department of Respiratory Medicine in the afternoon to touch the instruments, but now

The air pressure was a little low again, Zhang Tianyang looked at Song Changkong suspiciously, and shrugged.

"Then on the afternoon of the two weekends, I asked my brother to make an appointment with the bronchoscopy room of the Department of Respiratory Medicine. I want to learn new techniques. Is Mr. Song interested in joining us?"

"Huh? What?"

Song Changkong didn't react for a while.

Zhang Tianyang repeated it patiently.

"I said, I'm going to the Department of Respiratory Medicine on the weekend to do a bronchoscopy operation. If Mr. Song is free, would you like to come with me? I remember that you were going to go all afternoon on Monday, but it was delayed later."

This time, Song Changkong heard it clearly, and couldn't help opening his mouth.

"You, me, the bronchoscopy room. Have you made an appointment? Will you go in there?"

No wonder Song Changkong was not surprised. In fact, he just got the news that the bronchoscopy room was requisitioned by the director of the respiratory department for two days on weekends, and no one else could get in.

But now, Zhang Tianyang turned around and asked him if he wanted to be together

"It's an appointment." Zhang Tianyang was a little strange.

"I made an appointment with my brother on Monday. It just so happens that some related patients will jump in line for bronchoscopy in two days this weekend. Let's go and learn."

"Well, the doctor over there happens to be free and will explain it to you."

He blinked and asked again, "How is it, does Mr. Song have time?"

"Have time!"

Song Changkong blurted out.

He has so much time!

To be able to go to the bronchoscopy room to study hard, and the doctor in the respiratory department will explain it. Even if you ask for leave, you have to have time!

But, but

"Xiao Zhang, you, take me with you, is it really okay?"

"It's okay, it's not that I can't stand down, I told them, let's go together."

Zhang Tianyang smiled.

Song Changkong has always been very kind to him.

When he first came here, Song Changkong didn't dislike Zhang Tianyang as an intern, so he dutifully introduced and explained to him.

Later, Zhang Tianyang showed his sharpness and even stole the limelight of this nominal teacher. For example, in the treatment of the 76-bed old lady, he occupied the dominant position that originally belonged to Song Changkong.

But Song Changkong's attitude towards him has not changed, he is still very kind.

When occasionally doing operations, Song Changkong would be willing to be an assistant and help him pass some things.

Then Zhang Tianyang felt that helping such a big brother casually could be regarded as reciprocation.

As for respiratory medicine, don't worry too much.

The brother of the gastroenterologist called him last night and told him that he had made an appointment.

He also patted his chest to ensure that at least the attending doctor, or even the deputy chief physician, could teach with two or three people.

The other party asked him for something, so he shouldn't lose the chain on this kind of thing.

If it doesn’t work, you can teach yourself!

The system also has training on how to use the bronchoscope. He took the time to pass the test in the past two days.

"Then let's just say that, I'll call you when the time comes."

When the news came and the time was set, Zhang Tianyang waved goodbye contentedly.

Song Changkong also waved blankly.

He has been in the clinic for so long, and it is rare for him to lose his composure.

The problem that has troubled him for so long seemed easy to Zhang Tianyang.

I want to find a resident medical teacher to teach technology, but they are not very happy.

However, Zhang Tianyang was looking for a relationship, and the feedback from the Department of Respiratory Medicine was that it was "director's appointment".

Although even if the director rents out the room, the person who came to teach in the end is probably a resident doctor, and the attending doctor is the best.

But this gap.

It's still huge.

And Zhang Tianyang is just an intern doctor in name!

Returning to his senses, Song Changkong shook his head, and then patted his face with his hand a little harder.

What do you think.

He is an intern doctor in name, but in terms of ability, he can fight with the attending doctor.

Such a genius deserves to be rich in resources!

The decision I made at the beginning to establish a good relationship with him was really correct.

This kind of kindness should also be well remembered. It will be even better if we can deepen the relationship in the future.

Song Changkong thought about it and sighed.

But after a while, he laughed "hehe" again.

This snickering went on for a long time.

From Wednesday afternoon to Saturday morning, Song Changkong was in this state of giggling after a while.

And as Saturday noon approached, this state was also covered with a layer of "uneasy" buff.

Finally, at 02:30 on Saturday afternoon, Zhang Tianyang greeted Song Changkong and rushed to the bronchoscopy room of the Department of Respiratory Medicine.

The moment he saw the faces of the white coats inside, Song Changkong subconsciously wanted to rub his eyes.

All the "joy", "uneasiness", and "restlessness" he had accumulated these days gradually turned into sluggishness.

What the hell, it's really reserved by the director!

　Harm, if there is no delicious food, it will be sad, and there will be no motivation for the code words, huh huh

　　

　

(End of this chapter)