I really don't want to be a doctor

Chapter 73 Medical ethics and medical skills
Back at Ning'an Medical College, it was almost time for the class meeting.

Jing Xiaoran went back to the dormitory, and the other three people in the dormitory were gone, so he hurried to classroom 8 in the 612th teaching building.

Students from all departments of Ning'an Medical College should have meetings at this time. There are many people along the way, and the crowd is moving in the direction of the teaching building.

Follow the crowd to the 8th teaching building and walk into classroom 612.

Most of the students have already arrived, only the counselor Shen Xiaorong has not yet arrived.

Jing Xiaoran looked around the classroom and found that most of the students were familiar faces.

However, except for some students who chatted actively in the class WeChat group after graduation, he really couldn't call most of them by name.

He saw Ji Ying, who was sitting in the first row of the classroom, chatting with the girl next to her.

"Jing Xiaoran." Ji Ying also saw him, and waved a greeting.

Jing Xiaoran nodded slightly, then found an empty seat and sat down.

And a boy next to him was playing games with his mobile phone.

"What is his name Hong..." Jing Xiaoran sized up the boy, but he still couldn't recall his name after thinking for a long time.

One after another, students came to the classroom, and most of the classrooms that can accommodate 100 people are already full.

After a while, the counselor Shen Xiaorong walked into the classroom.

Her face was very cold, even on the first day of school, she still maintained her usual indifferent attitude.

Under this pressure, the noisy classroom gradually became quieter.

"Students, welcome to Ning'an Medical College." Shen Xiaorong said, then turned around and wrote her name on the blackboard, "My name is Shen Xiaorong, and I will be your class counselor for the next five years."

"The purpose of calling everyone together for a meeting today is actually to let everyone get to know each other. At the same time, I will introduce to you the basic situation of our school and the learning tasks for the next five years."

"First, let me roll the roll!" Shen Xiaorong took out the roster.

"Liu Jun."

"To!"

"Gold seedlings."

"To!"

……

"Jing Xiaoran." Shen Xiaorong raised her head slightly and looked around the classroom.

"To!"

Jing Xiaoran raised his hand, looked at each other with Shen Xiaorong, and nodded slightly.

……

"Everyone performed well today, and everyone is here." Shen Xiaorong said, "Next, I will tell you about the medical school study."

"Everyone knows that undergraduate medicine is a five-year program, and it is a 3+2 model. That is to say, in the first three years, everyone in the basic medical school mainly studies pathology, anatomy, physiology, biochemistry, and these microcosm courses."

"In senior year, everyone will transfer to the School of Clinical Medicine, where they will start to study internal medicine, surgery, obstetrics and gynecology, and pediatrics, and really start to get in touch with clinical medicine, which is what everyone calls seeing a doctor."

"The whole year of the fifth year is a year of internships. At that time, everyone will be scattered in various hospitals for internships."

There were some noisy whispers in the classroom one after another. In fact, many people chose to major in medicine, perhaps because their parents asked for it, or because there were elders in the family who studied medicine.

Many students have no concept of medicine, let alone the various learning stages of medical students.

"When you are in school, you can contact me at any time if you have any questions." Shen Xiaorong wrote down her phone number on the blackboard again.

"The Hippocratic oath is written on both sides of the classroom wall. Maybe five years later, some students will choose to change careers and go to the pharmaceutical industry, or an industry that is completely unrelated to medicine. But from the day you entered the medical school , I would like to ask you to remember one sentence - health depends on life."

"I hope that in five years, I can witness everyone grow into a doctor with solid basic knowledge and noble medical ethics!"

There was warm applause from the students in the classroom. Children who are fledgling and have little experience in the world are always easy to be incited by others.

On the first day of school, they seemed to see themselves wearing white coats and surgical gowns five years later.

At this time, a very unsocial voice sounded.

"Mr. Shen, I want to ask what is noble medical ethics?"

Everyone followed the sound and saw that it was a boy sitting in the last row of the classroom.

He is tall, about 1.8 meters tall, with a cropped cut and a hat in the classroom.

Jing Xiaoran recognized this boy at a glance, his name is Zou Jinming.

Because after graduation, Zou Jinming was too active in the class WeChat group, chatting with other students in the class group every day, and occasionally posting photos of his work.

Zou Jinming stood up and continued: "There is an old Chinese doctor in our community who is well-known for his medical skills. There is an endless stream of patients who come to him, but his attitude towards patients is extremely cold and indifferent."

"It doesn't seem to prevent him from being a good doctor."

"I think as long as the medical skills are good, patients can accept the doctor's bad attitude."

"So I want to ask Teacher Shen, what is medical ethics?"

"Also, which one is more important, medical ethics or medical skills?"

The classmates in the classroom immediately started discussing in a hurry. Although everyone may not be familiar with it, it does not hinder the discussion of this topic.

In this era, the relationship between doctors and patients is actually quite harmonious, and there are very few injuries and medical cases reported in the media.

In the hearts of the public, there is no resistance to doctors, and the profession of doctors is still highly respected by society.

Shen Xiaorong looked at Zou Jinming, and said, "This student asked a good question. First of all, there is a question about you, what is medical ethics, is there any other students who can answer it."

There were whispers immediately under the podium.

"I think medical ethics means treating patients well."

"No red envelopes from patients!"

"No money for medical treatment?"

"..."

There was a lot of noise in the classroom, Shen Xiaorong lowered her hands to signal for everyone to be quiet.

"This girl, tell me."

Shen Xiaorong pointed to a girl in the front row, which happened to be Ji Ying who was very active in the seat.

Ji Ying stood up and said openly: "My dad is also a doctor. He told me that patients should be treated equally, colleagues should be treated with respect, and they should not use their expertise to seek property. It is not necessary to dedicate yourself, but You must be worthy of your conscience.

"I think this is medical ethics."

Shen Xiaorong nodded slightly and said, "Very well said."

"Then do you think medical skills or medical ethics are more important?"

"This..." Shen Xiaorong pursed her lips lightly, "Maybe medical ethics is more important. Medical skills can be gradually improved, but if a person doesn't even have basic medical ethics, how can he heal patients?"

As soon as the words fell, Zou Jinming in the back row shouted: "But if a patient is seriously ill, you don't even have the ability to heal him. Is it only useful for him? Is medical ethics useful?"

The classroom became silent, and many students were thinking about this problem.

"Medical ethics or medical skills, which one is more important?"

(End of this chapter)