After Xu Zhiyi left, the people who were standing there all raised their heads and looked at Xu Zhiyi's back.
“You guys are so miserable. Not only do you have to memorize the books, but you also have to be checked by the director regularly and practice stitching every day.
Oh, I don't know what this director is going to do? How long can he stay? If you all have it under control, and this director leaves, then you will cry. "
Everyone looked at Dr. Qian and felt so angry that their teeth were itching.
Doctor Zhang retorted, “No matter how long the director can stay in our military hospital, at least one day we will be qualified to perform surgery.
Unlike some people, who have been practicing medicine for so many years, they have only been on the operating table when they first started working. In the following years, even if they wanted to go on the operating table, they were looked down upon, not wanted, and even kicked out of the operating room.
After all these years, do you think you're a doctor? You've only been dealing with paperwork all day. Have you forgotten what it's like to touch surgical instruments?
"Who are you saying isn't a doctor? Say it again."
"Just say it, am I afraid of you? I'm going to tell you, so what?
Our director came here with the army. Her husband is the chief of staff of the army. The director definitely can't leave for a while. Moreover, the director was transferred from a big hospital and is knowledgeable.
You refuse such a good learning opportunity. You insist on writing a written report. As a surgeon, do you feel guilty?
Don't wait until we're all on the operating table and you're alone in the office crying with regret."
Doctor Qian angrily said, "Bah! With your skills, you still want to be on the operating table? It will take at least another five years."
"Old Qian, who are you looking down on? We all graduated from medical school. Even if I forgot before and my hands are not good at it, I am not a waste.
In a month, we will all be able to go on the operating table. If you don’t believe me, we’ll make a bet.”
"Let's gamble. The loser will give the winner ten dollars each."
"Okay." After saying that, Dr. Qian returned to the office.
The remaining people stood there, saying, "Can we really get the surgery? Are we qualified?"
"Director, are you trying to comfort us? After all, we know our level."
At this moment, Dr. Zhang was full of fighting spirit, "What the director said must be true.
Director Xu is not our previous director, and what is there about us that would warrant her lying to us?"
Everyone shook their heads and became a little nervous. "What? Really? What should we do then?"
Doctor Li comforted him, "We just need to do what we are supposed to do. Now we need to go back and make up for the previous content. We need to practice hard and not let our skills become rusty."
"good."
Doctor Zhang saw everyone leaving in a hurry, and he sighed in his heart: He felt like he was alive again, and he felt like he was okay again.
To be honest, Dr. Zhang has been working in the hospital for many years and specializes in cardiothoracic surgery. It would be a lie for someone like him to say that he doesn't want to perform surgery.
He really, really wanted to perform surgery, but every time he put on his scrubs, he would be kicked out by the previous director. If the director hadn't mentioned the cardiothoracic surgery staff in a previous meeting, they probably wouldn't even be qualified as third assistants.
The experiences of these years have made him forget the pride he felt when he first became a doctor, and the fire in his heart has long since disappeared.
Now, the fire in his heart is burning again, and this time he must impress everyone.
After thinking about it, Dr. Zhang returned to his office in high spirits and continued reading.
Xu Zhiyi looked through the shift schedule in his hand. There was only his name on it, and there was no shift schedule at all.
Xu Zhiyi thought about it, but still put it away.
Xu Zhiyi got up and went to the doctor's office. Looking at the office, everyone was full of fighting spirit, which made Xu Zhiyi feel very relieved.
Of course, except Dr. Qian.
However, Xu Zhiyi didn't care why Dr. Qian was like this. As long as he made things difficult for her, she would not take action against others.
Xu Zhiyi continued to give instructions, the general meaning of which was that if someone asked for leave next week, they should write down who was off and why, and which day of the week, at the bottom of this week's schedule.
Several people nodded, saying, "Not bad, not bad. This way we don't have to tell the director."
Xu Zhiyi asked a few more questions, "Who is responsible for outpatient clinics every week? Why hasn't anyone been scheduled for this week?"
"Director, it's like this. The director is responsible for scheduling. The previous director left a long time ago, so now you are in charge of cardiothoracic surgery. How could we schedule shifts before you came? That's why we haven't scheduled shifts for this week."
In fact, some people wanted to queue, but they were all rejected.
Xu Zhiyi nodded and thought: No wonder she didn’t see any other arrangements on the schedule.
Xu Zhiyi looked at those people and asked, "Who of you is willing to go to the emergency room with me?"
Everyone in the office looked at each other, and no one raised their hands.
Xiao Zhao's foundation was the weakest, and she still needed to cram, so she had no time. Furthermore, Xiao Zhao was terrified the director would suddenly ask questions, worried she wouldn't be able to answer and would have her salary deducted. So, she backed down on this matter if she could.
Dr. Qian didn't want to go to that sad place anymore.
Dr. Sun had been seconded to another department before Xu Zhiyi arrived, and was about to leave. The implication was that Dr. Sun would be assigned to another department, and Xu Zhiyi could just ignore any arrangements for him.
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