Doctor: I picked up attributes in the hospital

Chapter 4 Favor from the boss

"Ah, very good."

Song Siming nodded. He was sure of this operation, but he was still not young. Although his skills and experience had reached the peak, his body couldn't hold it.

Next, the abdominal cavity was cleaned, closed, and sutured.

After the operation was over, the patient was sent back to the ward, and several doctors in the operating room took off their surgical gowns. Then Song Siming looked at the badge on Zhao Heng's chest and said, "Xiao Zhao, you performed very well today. .”

After a pause, Song Siming asked again with some doubts: "With your skills, how come you come to the first hospital to do equipment matching?"

Song Siming had seen Zhao Heng's performance just now, whether it was the professional knowledge in judging the rare external iliac artery bleeding, or the solid basic skills in suturing the artery, it would not be so useless to do equipment matching. Technical work.

To put it bluntly, this equipment matching is to prepare corresponding medical equipment according to the operation that the doctor will perform. This kind of work has no technical content, and only needs to have a certain amount of medical knowledge. Not to mention undergraduates, even graduates from medical schools can do it .

Hearing Song Siming's words, Zhao Heng smiled bitterly and said, "Director, I only have a bachelor's degree. Although I have passed the examination as a practicing doctor, the threshold for a hospital is too high."

"That's it."

Song Siming nodded when he heard the words, and said in a deep voice.

The threshold of Dongfang Hospital is naturally very high. To become a formal doctor, generally one must have a Ph.

This bachelor's degree is naturally a bit low, and it's no wonder that he can only do equipment matching.

The medical industry is already highly professional, but in terms of academic qualifications, it is now even more difficult to see.

Song Siming looked at Zhao Heng again. At this time, Zhao Heng had a calm demeanor, neither arrogance nor impetuosity. Combined with his performance just now, Song Siming couldn't help but have an idea in his mind.

It's a pity that such an outstanding young man is only doing equipment matching.

But it is true that the academic qualifications are too high for admission to the first hospital. If Zhao Heng had a postgraduate degree, it would be fine, but this undergraduate degree is indeed too low.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Song Siming's mind, maybe, we can give this hardworking young man a chance?
However, opportunities are not so easily given.

After thinking for a while, Song Siming said to Zhao Heng: "Xiao Zhao, it's a pity to do equipment matching with your skills. How about this? There is a shortage of surgeons recently. Let me tell the operating room that you will use it as an emergency operation. The assistant is responsible for cooperating with the emergency surgery and equipment matching work, so let's not do it for now."

Originally, Song Siming thought of a policy recently issued by the First Academy, that is, to assign an assistant to each director, also called assistant to the director. This assistant is responsible for sharing and coordinating the work of the director.

The employment of the assistant director is decided by the directors of each department. Since this position is decided by itself, it is not included in the establishment, so there are not so strict requirements for academic qualifications.

However, even if Zhao Heng gave Song Siming a good impression now, the position of assistant to the director could not be offered so easily.Put Zhao Heng in the operating room and observe for a while. If this young man can perform like this in the future, then it is not impossible to give him a chance.

This is what Song Siming thinks now.

Hearing Song Siming's words, a gleam of joy flashed across Zhao Heng's face, and a warm current surged in his chest.

It's too difficult. In an international metropolis like Beishi, it's really too difficult to get a chance!

"Thank you, Director."

Zhao Heng said hurriedly.

"Good job."

Song Siming didn't say anything else, but patted Zhao Heng on the shoulder and encouraged him.

For him, it's just a small thing,
In Dongfang Hospital, he is the director of the emergency department, and he is also the permanent vice president of the Emergency Medicine Association. I don't know how many young people want to get into his sight and gain his favor.

It can be said that as long as Song Siming is on the line, whether it is work, academics, or even a promotion, everything will go smoothly.

But Song Siming's requirements are extremely high, and so far, it has not been heard that he treats any young doctor with special regard.

Song Siming's generation experienced hardships when they were young, which is incomparable to young people today. It is normal that there are no young doctors in his eyes.

The operation was over, and everyone left the operating room.

The attending doctor, Li Yang, looked at Zhao Heng with complicated eyes, and after a moment of silence, he said, "From now on, you will cooperate with emergency operations in the operating room. I hope you can maintain this level in the future."

Li Yang said this out of anger, Zhao Heng was always upstaged by him today.

But more, he really hoped that Zhao Heng could maintain this level.

Emergency surgery is not only urgent, but also difficult. There are many unpredictable factors. No one dares to say that every time it can be perfect. Therefore, every surgeon hopes to have a professional doctor with excellent professional quality who can respond at critical moments. An assistant who can stand up to the top, but an assistant with this ability, how can anyone come to be an assistant.

Therefore, this is also something that can be encountered but not sought after.

Most of the emergency surgeries are also done by the attending doctor. The director will only perform the surgeries that are extremely difficult like today. There is a high probability that Zhao Heng will cooperate with him in the surgeries in the future.

In a place like the operating room, technology is always used to talk. To put it bluntly, this is a battlefield, and life and death are instantaneous, so the idea of ​​jealousy and jealousy outside does not exist here.

We are all comrades-in-arms, I wish you could be as strong as possible.

After finishing speaking, Li Yang left. Zhao Heng has always lost face to him today, and he needs to be alone to calm down.

"You have such a level, why didn't you show it before?"

Xu Manni looked at Zhao Heng and said with some doubts.

Could this be pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?
"I couldn't have surgery before."

Zhao Heng said helplessly.

If there was a system before, I would have taken off a long time ago!
Zhao Heng complained in his heart.

"That's it."

Xu Manni immediately felt a little distressed for Zhao Heng. In a metropolis like Beishi, there are many underappreciated people!

She is a native of Beishi, and it is difficult for her to experience the feeling of working hard and being underappreciated when she came out of a small city.

"Come on, work hard."

Xu Manni encouraged Zhao Heng and left the operating room.

Although Zhao Heng's performance today surprised her, in her heart, a person like Zhao Heng who came from a small place and an aborigine like her who has a house around the North City are always people from two worlds.

Out of the operating room, Zhao Heng came to the rest room. Just as he was about to change his overalls to leave work, Xu Wenqiang, the director of the operating room, walked in. He looked at Zhao Heng with surprise in his eyes. After a pause, Xu Wenqiang said to Zhao Heng: "Xiao Zhao, today's performance is good, I didn't notice it before."

"Thank you, Director."

Zhao Heng replied very formulaic.

Being able to be the director of the operating room of Dongfang Hospital is not an ordinary background. Therefore, Zhao Heng feels that it is better to be cautious about these people with background and scheming.

"Director Song has greeted me. From now on, you don't need to do equipment matching, and you will be responsible for cooperating with emergency operations."

Seeing Zhao Heng's calm expression, Xu Wenqiang said indifferently.

To him, this is just a trivial matter, and this bit of face should be given to Song Siming.

Moreover, there are rumors in the courtyard that Song Siming has a great chance of winning in this election for vice president.

"Work hard, Director Song is a master in the industry, learn more."

Before Zhao Heng could answer, Xu Wenqiang casually encouraged Zhao Heng.

Xu Wenqiang didn't mind selling the people Song Siming took care of specially. At first he was a little curious that people like Song Siming, who are notoriously reticent, would take special care of someone, so he came to convey the news in person. I want to take a look at Zhao Heng.

But looking at it now, apart from the handsomeness of some young people, this Zhao Heng doesn't seem to have anything special about him.

"I will, Director."

Zhao Heng said in a calm tone.

Although his tone was calm, Zhao Heng had a feeling in his heart that he could see the moon when the clouds opened.

After changing into casual clothes and coming out of the operating room, Zhao Heng felt a little emotional.

Living in Beishi is not easy. With his bachelor's degree, even if he has the qualifications to practice a doctor, he can only do a non-technical equipment matching station.

Originally, Zhao Heng planned to go back to his hometown if he couldn't find another chance.

It may be good to go back to my hometown and enter a community hospital, find a wife who is neither ugly nor ugly, and spend my life like this.

But Zhao Heng just couldn't be reconciled. In his hometown, he was the pride of heaven in the eyes of his relatives, but in Beishi, he was just one of countless struggling Beidiao.

After leaving the hospital and taking the subway for an hour, Zhao Heng returned to the rented hut in the urban village, dreamed about the future for a while, and soon fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)