The other party was stunned for a moment, revealing an expression that he couldn't describe: Department of Anesthesiology?

Anesthesiologists are very important, but the focus of medical graduates' employment should first be on internal medicine and surgery students. The quality of a medical school's graduates each year is also compared with the employment rates of internal medicine and surgery students.

Besides, it doesn’t matter if only one anesthesiologist is left.

Li Qian'an and Zhao Zhaowei understood each other's eyes and were dissatisfied: "Where are you studying medicine?"

Xie Wanying stood by and listened quietly. She intuitively realized where this person might be from.

As expected, the other party replied, "I am from Beidu Medical College."

Mentioning people from Beidu is a pain for the medical students of the National Association. Every year, the National Association affiliated association recruits many people from Beidu graduates. The medical school protested to the hospital for not giving priority to recruiting its own people. Of course, the protest was ineffective. The hospital not only recruits people from Beidu, but also recruits outstanding graduates from several of the most famous higher medical schools in the country. This year is the most outrageous, leaving only one place for its own graduates.

There is no way. Being a doctor is a technical job that requires hands-on work, so students who do well in the college entrance examination may not necessarily become skilled doctors after graduation. It is necessary to have an internship hospital to determine whether the student is capable.

"Are you, a surgical graduate from Beidu, going to stay in our hepatobiliary surgery department?" Li Qian'an questioned the other party. There was a strong sour taste in his nasal voice. He was annoyed that this person could surpass his senior brothers and sisters and stay.

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The other person looked at his expression, seemingly not wanting to answer in order to avoid irritating him, and continued to climb the stairs with his briefcase on his back.

Seeing this, the other three people made way for him at the staircase.

After passing by the three of them, the man suddenly stopped on the steps, turned back and looked at Zhao Zhaowei.

Zhao Zhaowei shuddered unconsciously.

The other party took out a flashlight from his briefcase, turned on the switch, raised the flashlight, and a beam of light shone directly onto Zhao Zhaowei's pupils.

"What are you doing!" Zhao Zhaowei panicked and raised his hands to cover his eyes.

After shining the flashlight on Zhao Zhaowei's naked face and arms, the other person's flashlight then lowered itself down. His dark brown eyes sparkled, as if another flashlight was shining on Zhao Zhaowei.

Zhao Zhaowei was sweating from the look in his eyes and asked in panic, "What do you want to do? Tell me!"

"She was right to ask you to be hospitalized. You need to carefully check for problems related to lipid metabolism." The other party's hoarse voice was like a typewriter, spitting out words.

Listening to this person's voice, it seemed that a diagnosis list could emerge in one's mind. Yes, that was the feeling in Zhao Zhaowei's mind now. This feeling was undoubtedly a bit terrifying. Zhao Zhaowei took a step back.

Li Qi'an said, "Yingying, do you know him?"

Otherwise, how could two people say the same thing and the other party even talk about you.

Of course Xie Wanying didn't recognize this person and waved to her classmates.

"It's exactly 5:21 now." The young man from Beidu looked down at the mechanical watch on his wrist and said as if talking to himself, "The doctor in the department is probably off work."

Hearing this, Xie Wanying and the other three woke up as if from a dream: they had to submit a consultation application form!

Several people hurriedly ran up to the ninth floor.

Arriving at the hepatobiliary ward, Zhao Zhaowei, who was at the end, grabbed Li Qi'an's clothes and was about to faint. Li Qi'an supported him.