Doctor Zhao remained silent. Xu Zhiyi continued, "Doctor Zhao, do you still remember the Medical Oath?"
"Health is at stake, life is entrusted to me. I volunteer to dedicate myself to medicine, love my country, be loyal to my people, strictly adhere to medical ethics, respect my teachers and observe discipline... I will do my utmost to cure the illnesses of humanity, help them achieve perfect health, and save the dying and the wounded..."
"Do you think that what you do every day in the hospital is consistent with any of the medical oaths? Do you think you are still worthy of being a doctor?
Maybe I shouldn't say it so seriously, but if what I said today doesn't touch your heart, then you will continue to do so in the future.
Now I want to ask you, what do you think qualifies you for operating on a surgical table? What are your qualifications?
You only know how honored it is for me to lead Dr. Zhang, Dr. Li, and Xiao Zhao in the operation, but you don't know how much effort they put in just to be on the operating table. And now you want to be on this operating table, so what have you paid for it?"
This afternoon, Xu Zhiyi's words hit Dr. Zhao hard. Xu Zhiyi didn't know whether Dr. Zhao would change in the future, but deep down she still hoped that Dr. Zhao could change.
After all, Dr. Zhao's abilities were no worse than Xiao Zhao's. He could be better than he was now. She hoped that Dr. Zhao could get back on track and truly change.
After this day, Dr. Zhao did change just as Xu Zhiyi had expected.
This time, Dr. Zhao's change came from deep within his heart, not from the surface.
But just as Dr. Zhao was getting better, rumors about him were everywhere in the hospital. Some people started to say bad things about him behind his back, and some even talked nonsense right in front of him and mocked him secretly.
Doctor Zhao was not good at speaking, so he could only endure it and didn't know how to fight back.
However, this matter was still known to Xiao Zhao, the gossip-savvy. Xiao Zhao told this matter to Xu Zhiyi and others. Xu Zhiyi hurriedly stopped several people who wanted to go out and vent their anger for Dr. Zhao. After all, if they took action in this matter, perhaps the reason would become reasonable.
It was the beginning of the month, which was the time for the hospital to summarize its monthly reports. Usually, Xu Zhiyi would hand over this meeting to those in the department and rarely attend. But this time, Xu Zhiyi came in person.
The reason was that the theme of the meeting was aortic dissection surgery, and Xu Zhiyi, as the lead surgeon, had to be there. Secondly, it was Dr. Zhao's business. After all, Dr. Zhao was from Xu Zhiyi's department, and she couldn't let anyone bully them.
The meeting began with a speech by the hospital leader. After the hospital leader finished speaking, Xu Zhiyi was invited to the stage to talk about the surgery for active dissection.
A moment later, just when Xu Zhiyi was about to fall asleep, she was finally able to go on stage.
Xu Zhiyi slowly walked up to the podium and spoke eloquently about the causes, symptoms and manifestations of aortic dissection, the preparations before aortic dissection surgery, the difficulties during surgery, and the precautions and recovery after surgery, etc.
After Xu Zhiyi finished speaking, she did not leave the stage immediately, but continued to stand on the podium, looking at everyone below the stage, including hospital leaders, doctors and nurses in the hospital, and even unrelated people.
Xu Zhiyi spoke slowly, "All the doctors and nurses here have graduated from the most professional medical schools and have been carefully selected by the military hospital before being hired. You are excellent medical students and will become outstanding doctors and angels in white in the future."
I believe that even though everyone here has left medical school for many years, you all remember what the first class we medical students took after entering school was. You must also remember that our teacher told us in that class:
I still remember when I was admitted to medical school, I was full of expectations for the future and high morale. I was determined to become an excellent surgeon.
But when I first attended the class, I was intimidated by my teacher.
In that class, he first explained to us the mission of medical students, then told us about the challenges we face, the difficulties we face in the future, and the effort we must put in. Finally, he urged us to never forget our mission as medical students, our original aspirations, or our oath, no matter how long we practice medicine.
"Perhaps you will say that I am talking nonsense here, and think that I am hypocritical. I just performed such an amazing operation and I am bragging about it here.
I can tell you about my early days at the hospital, during our cardiothoracic surgery department. As everyone here knows, whenever there's a surgical opportunity, the chief surgeon is always the lead surgeon. The second assistant surgeon is either an emergency surgeon or a general surgeon. Sometimes, if things go well, the third assistant surgeon will be someone from their own department. If things go wrong, doctors from all over the department might be involved in a single operation. Do you think this is a good idea? Do you think you're living up to what you learned in medical school?
I also have a question in mind, and I'd like to ask you all: Why do medical students need internships? If we only study in school for four years and then directly see patients every day, then are we being responsible for them?
Medicine is a discipline that is constantly progressing. Even we, the veteran comrades who have been working in the field for many years, need to keep learning. Why do you young people stop here?
You might say that no matter how hard you study, you won't be able to perform surgery, so why bother studying? You might also say that surgery is the director's job and has nothing to do with you. Ask yourself, can these excuses fool you forever?
I want to ask all the surgeons here: Can you live to be a hundred? Can you remain young forever, standing in the operating room?
Anyway, I can't do it. I will get old one day, and there will be a day when I can't hold the scalpel anymore.
So what do we do? What do you do now?
I am not you, so I don't know what you should do. But I only know that if you don't study hard and train yourself, it will be useless to envy others.
Ability is important, but opportunity is equally important.
If I were to look for a second assistant now, and you didn't have enough skills and training, I wouldn't choose you. It would be irresponsible to the patients and to you. Similarly, if you lose this opportunity, will I still choose you next time the next one comes?
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