The conditions of the Vietnam-China People's Hospital in 1982 were not very good.

Not to mention anything else, there are not many places with lights, especially at night. There are electric lights in the small park, but in the winter, people will freeze to death.

If you give lectures in the department and occupy other people's offices, who do you think you interns are?

So Chen Qi thought about it and decided to go to the hospital lobby. There are electric lights here, and the clinic is closed at night and no one will disturb him. It is the best place.

There is no place to sit in the outpatient hall.

When Chen Qi arrived, all the other 19 interns from the health school arrived, each with a notebook in their hand, and they all sat obediently on the stairs, from top to bottom, like a lecture theater.

Because of the cold, many people were shaking their feet.

Chen Qi clapped his hands: "Let me first report to you the situation of today's patient. The situation is like this. Zhu Qingsan, male, 50 years old..."

At this time, when many doctors who got off work late passed by the outpatient hall, they looked inside in surprise and found that these new interns from the medical school were still studying without eating in the middle of the winter. They all nodded.

Dean Guo also rode his bicycle to get ready to go home. When passing by the outpatient hall, he saw many employees pointing and pointing inside. As a senior gossip, of course he would not miss it.

So he stopped the car and asked, "Why are you all standing around?"

When a nurse saw that it was the director, she quickly said:

"Look, Dean, these new interns are still studying together after get off work. The young people today are really good, and they work much harder than we did back then."

"Yes, it's so touching. They are such a good group of children in this winter."

The employees all gathered around and chatted non-stop, and their admiration for this group of health school interns was beyond words.

When Dean Guo heard this, he took a closer look and saw Chen Qi standing there, holding a large medical record in his hand and pointing and saying something, while more than a dozen classmates listened carefully one by one.

I looked up a few times and was busy taking notes.

Although he couldn't hear what they were saying clearly, Dean Guo, who was experienced in the world and could see through people's hearts, knew that it must be monitor Chen Qi who was sharing the suspected case of biliary tract tumors with the students in the afternoon.

This made Dean Guo look at Chen Qi even more highly. Regardless of whether the diagnosis was right or wrong, at least the motivation to study was worthy of encouragement.

Moreover, he does not study alone, but also takes his classmates to study together. This has a natural leadership temperament. He is definitely a talent, and of course he is also a thorn.

It depends on how this person uses it.

Dean Guo thought of this, and rode his bicycle home with a relaxed expression. For him, it was just a matter of words to let the wind go in advance and leave an intern behind.

The next day, all the doctors in the hospital learned about such a case. After internal discussions in their respective departments, everyone still tended to think that tumors were more likely. Only a small number of doctors thought that inflammation could not be ruled out.

From the perspective of public opinion, it is unfavorable to Chen Qi.

In the hospital, you can hear all kinds of weird things. For a technical secondary school student to dare to challenge a college student, many people said something unpleasant.

When the students who were interning in various departments conveyed the remarks of their respective departments to Chen Qi, their expressions were still a bit indignant.

Chen Qi doesn't care. For him, who has witnessed the hype of later generations of Internet public opinion, the more people question him now, and when the answer is revealed and he is proven to be right, the more people will remember him.

And that college student Zhang Jun, whom everyone praises, will only fall worse and be more embarrassed.

Chen Qi firmly believes that to become famous, one must stand out from the interns as early as possible, so that one can be more confident about staying in the surgical department of the People's Hospital.

The third day was the day of surgery, and Dean Guo performed the surgery himself.

This operation attracted the attention of everyone in the hospital. After all, there are too many selling points here. A technical secondary school student challenged a college student. Are locally trained students better, or are foreign monks better at chanting?

In addition, there are 20 bowls of braised pork for betting. Today, the cafeteria let people know that the meat is ready, and they are waiting for someone to pay the bill.

Whether it's reputation or wallet, Zhang Jun and Chen Qi don't want to admit defeat easily.

In the Department of Surgery, Director Jin Peilin warned before the operation:

"We have to pay two attentions to this operation. First, this operation is performed by Dean Guo himself. Now there are only a few times that the president can perform the operation. We must do a good job of assisting the president to ensure that the operation goes smoothly.

Another thing to note is that the patient has a special status, as he is the director of a non-staple food factory. Everyone wants to be popular and drink spicy food in the canteen, but it depends on their appearance, so we must ensure the success of the operation."
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After saying this, Director Jin glanced at the interns in the corner.

"For this operation, I will be the first assistant, Director Shen will be the second assistant, and Li Jun, you will be the third assistant. In addition, many people are expected to visit the operating room today, so we cannot have too many people in our department. In this way, Zhang Jun,

Chen Qi, you two can enter the operating room."

Zhang Jun and Chen Qi both nodded obediently.

Other junior doctors and intern doctors all cast envious looks.

Lan Lijuan lightly touched Chen Qi's arm: "Hey, come on, we must defeat them."

Chen Qi knocked on his chest: "I will always be worthy of your trust."

Lan Lijuan rolled her eyes, but she was still a little happy.

In the operating room

Director Zhu took off his clothes and was shaking a little, not from cold, but from fear.

He worked hard to become the director of the factory. Who wants to lose his rights? Maybe lose his life? This has made Director Zhu collapse these days.

At this time, the door to the operating room opened and Dean Guo walked in.

"How about it, Director Zhu, don't be nervous, I'll be fine after a general anesthesia and you'll be fine when you wake up."

Director Zhu's voice was shaking: "Dean Guo, tell me the truth, what disease do I have? Have I really won the lottery? Are I going to see Marx?"

Dean Guo joked:

"Well, to tell you the truth, there are two different opinions in our hospital. One is led by Dr. Zhang Jun, who believes that there is a tumor in your bile duct, and its nature is not very ideal."

When Director Zhu heard this, his legs stretched out, "Ah, tumor, not ideal, fuck me."

"Don't be afraid. Isn't there another diagnosis? The party headed by Dr. Chen Qi believes that your bile duct is just inflamed. The swelling caused by the inflammation caused your bile duct to be blocked. It's not a big deal."<

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Chapter completed!