Zhao Zhaowei, who was sitting opposite him, sighed and felt the same way when listening to his phone call.
"No way." Li Qian'an spread his hands. "The people in the department think that the two of us are not good enough. They think that we are internal medicine students and don't plan to take us seriously."
Zhao Zhaowei held his head with his hands and sighed until he was about to have a heart attack. They came here to learn, but the people in charge would not let them touch them at all if they saw that they were not good at hands-on work, fearing that something might happen to them.
No wonder there were rumors that there were many nerds in the eighth grade class. No matter how good they were at studying, few could adapt to clinical practice as quickly as Xie Wanying.
Xie Wanying could imagine the scene of Teacher Sun holding his belly and laughing.
Student Xie, you have finally experienced the bitterness and pain of clinical teaching.
Do you think you are just teaching a student? As a teacher, you are responsible for any problems that arise with your students.
In the eyes of teachers, the best medical students are like Xie Wanying, who is serious and responsible, loves medicine, is talented, respects every senior, enjoys working, and can take the initiative to share the teacher's burden.
In fact, it is difficult to find one medical student like her among ten people.
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In the afternoon, Li Qi'an came to work and asked, "Yingying, what do you need me to do this afternoon? Should I go and get another doctor's order?"
"I'll accompany you when you input the electronic medical instructions. You can do it yourself when you are familiar with it." Xie Wanying discussed with him, "I think your expertise should not be wasted on boring computer things. Find a patient in our group's bed that you think is good, and take care of this patient. Give us some treatment plans."
Hey? Li Qi'an's fingers desperately adjusted his glasses: "You, what did you say, Yingying?"
"Your situation is the same as mine when I first came to General Surgery No. 2. The teachers are very open-minded. If you are willing to give suggestions, the teachers will be very happy."
"Yingying, I'm not like you. The opinions I put forward are messy. What if the teacher doesn't like them?"
"You saw the last department discussion. It's an honor for me to be mentioned by all the teachers. I'm also noticed by the teachers," said Xie Wanying, giving her classmates positive support with her eyes.
Li Qi'an tilted his head and thought: This is good, when he comes up with some valuable suggestions, everyone will look at him differently. So he went to the ward.
Watching her classmate leave, Xie Wanying thought about how to cultivate a sense of responsibility for Li Qi'an as a doctor. In her eyes, Li Qi'an's primary problem was that he did not regard himself as a real doctor and lacked the confidence to move forward bravely. If this could be achieved, interpersonal relationships would naturally be eased. If you work hard, you will gain the respect of others sooner or later.
Nodding to her own thoughts, Xie Wanying was ready to go back. Suddenly, she saw someone. She stopped, blinked slightly, and hesitantly opened her lips towards the two familiar figures a few steps away: "Senior Brother Cao, Senior Brother Huang?"
The two senior brothers obviously stood there and witnessed the whole process, including her mumbling.
Huang Zhilei adjusted his glasses and thought: This little junior sister is so gentle at heart. This is probably her first time teaching a student, yet she is so gentle.
Cao Yong tried hard to suppress the smile on his lips. He knew he shouldn't laugh at this time but should encourage her: It's not easy for Lin** to lead students.
"Brother Cao, are you coming down for a consultation?" Xie Wanying remembered the call she made last week.
Walking over, Cao Yong patted her back comfortingly: "It's okay, take your time, there's a first time for everything."
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