Gou in the operating room to add some upgrades

Chapter 73 Why Are You Competing? (Seek to follow up)
Finally, a group of people stayed up until nearly twelve o'clock, and when Fang Xian told them that he was going to eat in the surgical dining room, everyone was greatly relieved except Zhou Xiyin, who had already understood the rhythm with a blank face.

It seems that the stone suspended in the air will temporarily fall to the ground.

Except for Dong Yao and Zhou Xiyin who are girls, the other five people are all men. Together with Fang Xian, they walked through the men's locker room passage and rushed to the surgery room -

After all, I don't know when other superiors commute to and from get off work. If they are changing clothes, everyone will be embarrassed.

As soon as they entered the passageway, the five animals who had been suffocating for a whole morning finally regained their freedom: "Brother, what department did you belong to before?"

"Dude, has the atmosphere in the trauma center's operating room always been this stiff?"

"Fang Xian, the strength of the other people is also similar to yours?"

A round of questions bombarded Fang Xian, who didn't know which one to answer first.

Just answer the person who asked first, Fang Xian at least knows that he is a thoracic surgeon: "Brother, I used to be an orthopedic surgeon, and I have only been in the operating room of the trauma center for about a month, and the rhythm is usually the same. .”

"It's like stitching, transition, and stitching."

"The atmosphere on the operating table is the same as outside, it also depends on the expression of the chief surgeon."

"Brother, what do you call me? I am Fang Xian, currently in the seventh year." Fang Xian smiled and stretched out his hand.

Although these doctoral brothers are now interns, Fang Xian doesn't feel that he has to put on airs, Fang Xian doesn't have such a big airs.

"Thoracic surgery, senior high school student. Zhang Yu." Zhang Changlian said this, his face was extremely red.

After Zhang Yu introduced himself, the other people also introduced themselves one by one.

Xiong Zhongsheng, a second-year doctor of hepatobiliary surgery, Qin Yaoyi, a third-year doctor of neurosurgery, Zhong Jiamin, a second-year doctor of infection surgery, and Luo Di, a second-year doctor of burn surgery.

It seems that except for Zhou Xiyin, most of them are in their second or third year of Ph.D. degree, and most of them are in their second year.

When Zhang Yu was walking to the outer passage, he glanced sideways at some people who were changing clothes, and found that they didn't recognize him, so he quickly caught up with Fang Xian and asked, "Brother Xian, you've only been in the operating room of the trauma center for a month and you're so powerful." , wouldn't the others be even more powerful?"

"Damn it!" Zhang Yu was very emotional, his mouth was slightly opened, his chin was lowered, and his face looked a little longer.

And more direct than Zhang Yu is Luo Di from the Burn Surgery Department: "Brother Xian, can you climb the ladder now, but you haven't gone to the medical association to get certified as a doctor?"

When Luo Di asked, the others stopped curiously and looked at Fang Xian.

Climbing the ladder is equivalent to staying in the hospital, which is something that almost all doctors dream of.

Fang Xian is currently in his seventh year of study, so if he calculates that he is equivalent to a second-year master's degree, he can pass the medical specialist certification of the Medical Association, which is indeed a bit outrageous.

But Fang Xian thought for a while, then shook his head: "It's not yet possible."

If Fang Xian wanted to balance his development, it would be enough to raise his skills to level 3. Now he would definitely be able to go for the specialist certification.

It's just that Fang Xian doesn't think it makes much sense to do so much in a short period of time.

The specialist level certification in this way can only stay in the specialist to work in the end. Fang Xian has entered the operating room of the trauma center, and he doesn't want to go to the general specialist or sub-specialty to make trouble.

Furthermore, the amount of damage that a single intensive training can cause to the disease is very large. Unless you can be like Professor Zhu Daodao and have full professional skills and have the status of a professor, you can be the surgeon in the trauma center operating room.

Otherwise, even if you successfully pass the doctor certification, you will still be an assistant. Why not just spend a few years in the training camp and beat the skill tree like an iron bucket!
Just as I decided to skip the incision group and go directly to the debridement group, wouldn't it be more perfect to go directly to the associate professor as the surgeon?
Of course, these are just Fang Xian's current thoughts, and there may be changes.

But Fang Xian's words were considered as a sign of modesty. Qin Yaoyi calmly explained: "Everyone should note that Fang Xian's suture is level 4, and at least the blood vessel suture is level 3."

"This proves that Brother Xian has spent a lot of time on suturing, otherwise, it is estimated that he will be able to reach the specialist certification."

Everyone should know the gold content of a level 4 skill.

As soon as Qin Yao calmed down, everyone who breathed a sigh of relief raised their nerves again.

Xiong Zhongsheng, a doctor of hepatobiliary surgery who is relatively silent, said: "So the specialist certification we are striving for is something that is dismissed here, right?"

"Fortunately, I thought I could show off my skills while working in the operating room of the trauma center."

"This result should have been expected a long time ago. The group of colleagues who entered the operating room of the trauma center back then became extremely low-key in the end." Xiong Zhongsheng said in a bleak tone.

Not only have they been in the trauma center operating room, they have all reached the doctoral stage.

Before the doctoral stage, some colleagues had entered the operating room of the trauma center during the master's stage, and even participated as 'training trainees' like Fang Xian.

But in the end, they all left the trauma center silently and returned to the specialist, becoming extraordinarily low-key and honest.

Xiong Zhongsheng's reminder reminded the others of the past.

The Trauma Center didn’t just open this year, nor did it only exist this year. It has existed in the Affiliated Hospital of Shonan University for 20 years.

Fang Xian didn't know how to answer the topics they discussed.

He is still in his seventh year of school. In the past, in his circle of friends, he could only see the carnivals of his senior brothers and sisters, and he had no experience at all to talk about those years.

I don't know how to return, so I won't return first.

Fang Xian silently picked up the dinner plate and started cooking.

Qin Yao and the others also started cooking and eating.

Considering that Fang Xian is currently only a member of the suturing group among the training students, someone asked: "Brother Xian, does each group have different standards for the entrance training in this trauma center?"

Fang Xian also told several doctors about the standards of the suture group, debridement group, and incision group.

Everyone fell silent after listening.

The long-faced Zhang Yu seemed to be particularly touched: "No wonder!"

"The operating room of the trauma center looks at pure talent, there is no such word as luck."

"It's not that the older you are, the more advantages you have. It is estimated that people of different school years will enter it, and the requirements will be different."

"Even in the senior year, there is no chance of entering."

"No comparison." Zhang Yu remembered that his girlfriend had been admitted to a comprehensive internal medicine ICU similar to the operating room of a trauma center.

After she came out from there, she broke up with him, and she is still single, Zhang Yu has been struggling with the reason.

But today, he seemed to understand something.

Why do you compare?

However, it seems that I am also a little dissatisfied, and I also want to compare...

(End of this chapter)